Alcohol trafficking -- Fiction; Mountain life -- Tennessee -- Fiction
Cap'n Lucy enjoyed in his own family an immunity from interference,
criticism, and filial insurgency that was truly patriarchal. His word
was law; his every thought was wisdom; all his dealings embodied the
fullest expression of justice. Until his unlucky disclosure to Luther
of his discovery of the strange removal of the Big Hollow Boulder,
and the interpretation he placed upon it, imputing to Kenniston a
crime of such importance, involving consequences so grave, his son had
never entertained a moment's doubt of the sufficiency of his prudence,
the absolute infallibility of his judgment, the integrity of all his
prejudices, notwithstanding his arbitrary temper, his high-handed
methods, and his frequent precipitancy. Such remonstrance as ever was
ventured upon usually emanated from Adelicia, in the interest of her
pacific proclivities; or to sue uncle Lucy's clemency for some object
of his most righteous displeasure; or to prevail upon him to blindly
consider some untoward chance a blessing in disguise. Now and then,
too, she indulged in some solicitude lest the affluence of his courage
should lead him into danger. But to his own children "dad" had always
seemed more than capable of coping with all the forces of nature,
animate and inanimate; and as the day of the processioning of the land
wore on, Julia listened, with her silent smile of sarcastic comment,
to Adelicia's monologue of argument of alternate fears and reassurance
for uncle Lucy's sake. First, lest Mr. Kenniston succeed in unjustly
wresting some of his land from him. "But," she declared buoyantly, "the
surveyor won't let him!" Then, lest a personal collision ensue, to her
bellicose relative's injury. "But uncle Lucy ain't been often tackled;
ennybody kin see he'd hev a mighty free hand in a fight." And again she
was reduced to fear simply that things in general might fall out to the
magnate's dissatisfaction. "But uncle Lucy's been mighty mad a heap o'
times before, an' 'tain't set him back none," she argued blithely. And
so the atmosphere within cleared as the sky without darkened, and the
domestic industries went forward apace.
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