Alcohol trafficking -- Fiction; Mountain life -- Tennessee -- Fiction
"Whut fur, ye fool? Ter make the line run ter suit him, ter take my
house an' lot an' sech in his boundary, ter turn me out 'n house an'
home ter suit his pleasure. He can't buy it, so he's a-fixin' ter take
it,--take it by changing the corner fur the start o' the survey."
His eyes dilated with anger, and his chin shook with the weakness of
age and the vehemence of his emotion.
Luther's face grew grave. "That's agin the law, ain't it?"
"Ter move corner lan'marks or monimints o' boundaries air a felony,
that's whut," said Cap'n Lucy, cavalierly swinging his feet in his
stirrups. "Mr. Kenn'ston hed better gin keerful heed ter his steps."
He grinned fiercely as he took up the reins, and, followed by the
astounded, dismayed, and ruminating Luther, fared cheerfully enough
down the mountain.
VI.
The roof beneath which Jack Espey had found shelter was the readiest
expression of hospitality. Its several expansions beyond its builder's
original gambrel design were betokened by the incongruity of the
additions, and the varying tints and fashion of the warped and worn
old clapboards. Two shed-rooms were obviously of a later date than
the dank and mossy covering of the main building; a queer projection
above a modern porch exhibited an aboriginal inspiration correlated
to a dormer window, albeit lacking the aperture; a section of the
limited porch itself was boarded up to serve further as house-room; and
a valiant disregard of the possibility of leakage characterized the
intrepid domestic architect. It further differed from the conventional
roofs of the district in its surroundings. In lieu of the bare dooryard
and the neighboring fields, or the low tangle of peach and apple
orchards, great forest trees loomed above it, the gigantic poplar and
white oak of the region; for the space about it was rugged with the
outcropping rock that sheered off further down into the great precipice
on the mountain slope, precluding the possibility of cultivation. An
exhaustless freestone spring burst out from the rocks close at hand,
the reason of the selection of its vicinity as a building-site, and
the "gyardin spot" and the cornfields were lower down the slope at the
side, out of view amidst the clustering foliage. So little industrial
were the suggestions that hung about this roof, so allied was it in
its rough, gray, mossy aspect to the rugged bark and gnarled boles
of the great trees, that it too might have seemed some spontaneous
production of the soil, as it rose from the ledges of the rock, mossy
and gray and rugged, too, like the rest. It had an intimation, also, of
an aspiration toward higher things, as it, like the trees, gazed out
upon the environing lofty seclusion of the mountains, the very inner
sanctuary of nature; for, save the mystic mist, or the sun and the
pursuing shadow, or the vagrant wind, naught ventured into that vast
semicircle of mountains and intermediate valleys that lay before it,
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