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Steady yourself up a little, while I talk to him. "Halt, there!" commanded Kent, with a thick tongue. "Who are you, and how many are with you?" "I'm a Union man," said Fortner, for it was he, "an' I'm alone." "Lay down your gun and come up here, if you are a friend," ordered Kent. The swaggering imperiousness in Edward's tone nettled Fortner as much as the order itself.
She learned that the latter had left her home in Rockcastle Mountains with the Union Army in the previous Spring, and gone on to Chattanooga, to assist her nephew, Fortner, in obtaining the required information when Mitchell's army advanced against that place in the Summer.
Now, go an' git ready ez quick ez the Lord'll let ye." As she heard the mare's hoofs in front of the door, Rachel came out with a "slat-sun-bonnet" on her head, and a long, black calico riding-skirt over her linsey dress. Fortner gave her attire an approving nod. Aunt Debby followed her with a bottle. "This is the medicine ye've bin ter git from Dr.
"Look out," she said, as the echoes of the shot died away, "thar comes a hull lot on 'em." They looked and saw plainly a large squad of cavalry, with a wagon behind. "We must get outen heah, an' thet quick," said Fortner decisively. He caught one of the horses and shortened a stirrup to make the sadle answer for a side-saddle. "Heah, Aunt Debby, let me help ye up, honey.
He had need of all of his resolution, for the many narrow escapes which he had made from slipping into the hungry torrent, had shaken every nerve. "I'm over," called out Fortner. "Ye try hit now." Harry balanced his gun so as to embarrass him the least, and carefully felt with his left foot for the edge of the chasm. The catamount announced his renewed presence by a vindictive scream.
The Injuns believed hit, an' hit's bin so ever sence the white folks come inter the country. Last Spring hit war the turn o' the Fortner kin to gi'n her a man, an' she levied on a fust cousin o' mine a son o' Aunt Debby Brill. But less jog on; we've got a good piece fur ter go."
Don't flinch from tellin' me the wust. I'm allers willin' ter bow ter the will o' the Lord without a murmur. On'y let me know what hit is." "Why, Aunt Debby, thar hain't been nothin' happened ter 'em," said Fortner, deeply surprised. "Thar ain't nothin' ter tell ye 'bout 'em. They're all safe.
The clouds parted just enough to let through a rift of gray light, but it fell not upon the brink of the black gap in the path. It showed for an instant the whirlpool, with fragments of tree trunks, of ghastly likeness to drowned human bodies, eddying dizzily around. "Come on," called out Fortner, impatiently. Harry stepped out desperately. For a mental eternity he hung in air.
"All the flurry made by ther gwine 'way hed died down, an' ez we heered nothin' from 'em, or the war, people's minds got quiet ag'in, an' they sot 'bout hurryin' up their Spring work. "One bright, sweet mornin' in May, I wuz at my work in the yard with Fortner thet wuz my son's name fixin' up the kittles ter dye some yarn fur a coat fur him.
"'Fortner, I said ter my son, tryin' ter speak ez low ez possible; 'Fortner, honey, slip back through the bushes ez quick ez the Lord'll let ye, an tell yer daddy that Bill Pennington an' his gang air heah arter him. Sneak away, but when ye air out o' sight, run fur yer life, honey. "He turned ter go, but tat that minnit Bill Pennington shouted out: "'Stop thar! Don't ye send thet boy away!
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