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Updated: May 14, 2025
I'll tell ye"-the old man lowered his tone-" thar used to be a big lot o' moonshinin' done in these parts, 'n' a raider come hyeh to see 'bout it. Well, one mornin' he was found layin' in the road with a bullet through him. Bill was s'picioned. Now, I ain't a-sayin' as Bill done it, but when a whole lot more rode up thar on hosses one night, they didn't find Bill.
"I never seed no coal in these mountains like that did you?" "Not often find it around here?" "Right hyeh on this farm about five feet thick!" "What?" "An' no partin'." "No partin'" it was not often that he found a mountaineer who knew what a parting in a coal bed was. "A friend o' mine on t'other side," a light dawned for the engineer. "Oh," he said quickly. "That's how you knew my name."
So ye mought as well give up the idea o' staying hyeh, 'less'n ye want to give yourself up to the law." The two stepped from the cave, and passed through the rhododendrons till they stood on the cliff overlooking the valley. The rich light lay like a golden mist between the mountains, and through it, far down, the river moaned like the wind of a coming storm. "Did ye tell the gal whut I tol' ye?"
If the mount'n country was worth developin', we should have developed it; if not, we should have left." "I've often wondered why you didn't, Uncle Eli," said Hamilton. "Yo' must remember," the Kentuckian said, "that the mount'neers are a most independent lot. They want to be independent, an' up hyeh, every man is his own master.
"I reckon you got the only green pyerch up hyeh," said the old man, chuckling, "but thar's a sight of 'em down thar below my old mill." Quietly the old woman hit the horse with a stripped branch of elm and the old gray, with a switch of his tail, started.
"Still hyeh?" said the Virginian, without emotion. "I guess so," returned the boy, equally matter-of-fact. "Yu' seem to be around yourself," he added. They might have been next-door neighbors, meeting in a town street for the second time in the same day. The Virginian made me known to Mr. Lin McLean, who gave me a brief nod. "Any luck?" he inquired, but not of me.
"That was the best fight I've seed in my time, by God," he said, coolly, "'n', Rome, y'u air the biggest fool this side o' the settlements, I reckon. I had dead aim on him, 'n' I was jest a-thinkin' hit was a purty good thing fer you that old long-nosed Jim Stover chased me up hyeh, when, damn me, ef that boy up thar didn't let his ole gun loose.
"How's he goin' to help hisself," asked the girl, "when he ain't hyeh?" "He'll blame me fer it, but I ain't a-blamin' you." The words surprised and puzzled both and touched both with sympathy and a little shame. The mother looked at her son, opened her lips again, but closed them with a glance at Mavis that made her go out and leave them alone.
"But supposing I shouldn't meet him in the city?" queried Hamilton gently. "Washington is a large place and there are many other cities." "I reckon you-all have mo' chance o' findin' him thar than I have hyeh. I reckon he an't goin' to come back hyeh, an' then he'd never know that we an't fo'gotten him, an' he'd think we was ungrateful. But yo'll try an' find him?"
"Home," was Jason's short answer, and he felt Mavis's arm about his waist begin to tremble. "Git off, Mavis, an' git up hyeh behind me. Yo' home's with me." Jason valiantly reached for his gun, but Mavis caught his hand and, holding it, slipped to the ground. "Don't, Jasie I'll come, pap, I'll come."
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