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Look hyeh, stranger, whut you reckon the Lawd kep' a-writin' thar on the groun' that day when them fellers was a-pesterin' him 'bout that pore woman? Don't you jes know he was a writin' 'bout sech as HIM an' Rosie? I tell ye, brother, he writ thar jes what I'm al'ays a-sayin'. Hit hain't the woman's fault.
Old Jason peered through his spectacles with some surprise, and then grunted with much satisfaction when they shook hands. "Well, Jason, I'm glad you air beginnin' to show some signs o' good sense. This feud business has got to stop an' now that you two air shakin' hands, hit all lays betwixt you and little Aaron." Babe colored and hesitated. "That's jus' whut I wanted to say to Jason hyeh.
I knowed ye could whoop him, Rome, 'n' I seed Steve, too, but I was afeard " Then he saw the body. His tongue stopped, his face shrivelled, and Steve, hanging with one hand to the ledge, watched him curiously. "Rome," said the boy, in a quick whisper, "is he daid?" "Come on!" said Steve, roughly. "They'll be up hyeh atter us in a minute. Leave Jas's gun thar, 'n' send that boy back home."
They had reached the spot on the river where he had seen her first, and beyond, the smoke of the cabin was rising above the undergrowth. "Lordy!" she said, "but I do git lonesome over hyeh." "Wouldn't you like to go over to the Gap with me sometimes?" Straightway her face was a ray of sunlight. "Would I like to go over " She stopped suddenly and pulled in her horse, but Hale had heard nothing.
"It's a wonder some young fellow hasn't married her. I suppose, though, she's too young." The old man laughed. "Thar's been many a lively young fellow that's tried it, but she's hard to ketch as a wildcat. She won't have nothin' to do with other folks, 'n' she nuver comes down hyeh into the valley, 'cept to git her corn groun' er to shoot a turkey.
Up hyeh, we follow the law when we're made to, follow an idee backed up by a rifle-barrel because we have to, but there's not many men hyeh that won' do anythin' yo' ask if yo' jes' ask the right way." "But there are always some that give trouble," Hamilton protested, trying to defend his position. The old Kentuckian slowly shook his head from side to side.
The citizens air gittin' tired o' these wars. They keeps out the furriners who makes roads 'n' buys lands; they air ag'in' the law, ag'in' religion, ag'in' yo' pocket, 'n' ag'in' mine. Lots o' folks hev been ag'in' all this fightin' fer a long time, but they was too skeery to say so. They air talkin' mighty big now, seem' they kin git soldiers hyeh to pertect 'em.
They sneaked on him, 'n' shot him to pieces from the bushes. Yes; hit's yo' time now! Look hyeh, boys!" He reached above the fireplace and took down an old rifle his brother's which the old mother had suffered no one to touch. He held it before the fire, pointing to two crosses made near the flash-pan. "Thar's one fer ole Jim Lewallen! Thar's one fer ole Jas!
He now turned his eyes upon the collected babies wrapped in various colored shawls and knitted work. "Nine, ten, eleven, beautiful sleepin' strangers," he counted, in a sweet voice. "Any of 'em your'n, Lin?" "Not that I know of," grinned Mr. McLean. "Eleven, twelve. This hyeh is little Christopher in the blue-stripe quilt or maybe that other yello'-head is him.
Most o' these hyeh feuds date back to enmities made in the Civil War an' in moonshinin'." "But why the war?" asked Hamilton. "I thought nearly all the mountaineers in Kentucky fought for the North I know you were with Lee, of course, but I thought that was exceptional." "None o' them fought for the No'th!" exclaimed the old Confederate soldier indignantly.
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