Cumberland Mountains -- Fiction; Mountain life -- Fiction; Tennessee -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
Ah, if the bark-mill, and the old mule, and the tan-pit, and the
wood-pile, and the cornfield might testify!
"Fifty cents a day--eh?" said the stranger.
At the repetition of the sum, it occurred to Birt, growing more
familiar with the eccentricity of his companion, that he ought not
in sheer silliness to throw away a chance for employment.
"Kin I ask my mother?" he said dubiously.
"By all means ask your mother," replied the stranger heartily.
Birt's last fantastic doubt vanished. Oh no! this was not Satan in
disguise. When did the enemy ever counsel a boy to ask his mother!
Birt still stared gravely at him. All the details of his garb,
manner, speech, even the hammer in his hand, were foreign to the
boy's experience.
Presently he ventured a question. "Do you-uns hail from hyar-
abouts?"
The stranger was frank and communicative. He told Birt that he was
a professor of Natural Science in a college in one of the "valley
towns," and that he was sojourning, for his health's sake, at a
little watering-place some twelve miles distant on the bench of the
mountain. Occasionally he made an excursion into the range, which
was peculiarly interesting geologically.
"But what I wish you to do is to dig for--bones."
"BONES?" faltered Birt.
"Bones," reiterated the professor solemnly.
DID his spectacles twinkle?
Birt stood silent, vaguely wondering what his mother would think of
"bones." Presently the professor, seeing that the boy was not
likely to ask amusing questions, explained.
He informed Birt that in the neighborhood of salt licks--"saline
quagmires" he called them--were often found the remains of animals
of an extinct species, which are of great value to science. He gave
Birt the extremely long name of these animals, and descanted upon
such conditions of their existence as is known, much of which Birt
did not understand. Although this fact was very apparent, it did
not in the least affect the professor's ardor in the theme. He was
in the habit of talking of these things to boys who did not
understand, and alack! to boys who did not want to understand.
One point, however, he made very clear. With the hope of some such
"find," he was anxious to investigate this particular lick,--about
which indeed he had heard a vague tradition of a "big bone"
discovery, such as is common to similar localities in this region,--
and for this purpose he proposed to furnish the science and the
fifty cents per diem, and earnestly desired that some one else
should furnish the muscle.
He was accustomed to think much more rapidly than the men with whom
Birt was associated, and his briskness in arranging the matter had
an incongruous suggestion of the giddiness of youth. He said that
he would go home with Birt to fetch the spade, and while there he
could settle the terms with the boy's mother, and then they could
get to work.
He started off at a dapper gait up the deer-path, while Birt, with
his rifle on his shoulder, followed.
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