Cumberland Mountains -- Fiction; Mountain life -- Fiction; Tennessee -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
And he gave the mare the whip, and left Andy Byers, with his mouth
full of rebukes, sitting motionless on the dozing old mule.
The mare came back from the Settlement late that night under lash
and spur, at a speed she had never before made. Day was hardly
astir when Nate Griggs, wild-eyed and haggard, appeared at the
tanyard in search of Birt. He was loud with reproaches, for the
assayer had pronounced the "gold" only worthless iron pyrites. He
had received, too, a jeering letter from his proposed partner in
Sparta, who had found sport in playing on his consequential
ignorance and fancied sharpness. And now Nate declared that Birt,
also, had known that the mineral was valueless, and had from the
first befooled him. In some way he would compel Birt to refund all
the money that had been expended. How piteous was Nate as he stood
and checked off, on his trembling fingers, the surveyor's fee, the
entry-taker's fee, the register's fee, the secretary of State's fee,
the assayer's fee--Oh, ruin, ruin! And what had he to show for it!
a tract of crags and chasms and precipitous gravelly slopes and
gullies worth not a mill an acre! And this was all--for the office
of laughing-stock has no emoluments. Where was Birt? He would hold
Birt to account.
Andy Byers, listening, thought how well it was for Birt that Nate no
longer had the loss of the grant as a grievance.
Perkins mysteriously beckoned Nate aside. "Nate," he said in a low
voice, "Birt air powerful mad 'bout that thar accusin' him o'
stealin' the grant, when 't war some o' yer own folks, 'Pig-wigs,'
ez hed it all the time. I seen him goin' 'long towards yer house a
leetle while ago. I reckon he air lookin' fur you. He hed that big
cowhide, ez I gin him t'other day, in one hand. Ye jes' take the
road home, an' ye'll ketch up with him sure."
Nate's wits were in disastrous eclipse. Could he deduce nothing
from the tanner's grin? He spent the day at the Settlement without
ostensible reason, and only at nightfall did he return home, and by
a devious route, very different from that indicated by Jubal
Perkins.
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