Alcohol trafficking -- Fiction; Mountain life -- Tennessee -- Fiction
Luther, remembering the peripatetic corner-stone and the impending
processioning, understood the allusion, but he had a foreboding of
trouble, and his heart sunk within him. He was glad when the blasting
was concluded, which it was shortly; for he feared a premature or
ill-advised accusation, and it seemed to him that the meaning of those
thinly veiled sarcasms must presently be revealed to others as well as
to himself. The foundations were laid, and the framing of the building
followed promptly; soon the gaunt skeleton of the hotel, an outline
of modern frivolity and summer pleasuring and flimsy vastness, was
incongruously imposed upon the silent, solemn mountain behind it, with
the rugged, austere crags below it; with the unfamiliar mists shifting
through it and drifting along corridor and ball-room and scaling the
tower; with its prophetic shadow, like a line engraving, flung by the
moonlight on the dark surface of the top of the dense forest below.
More than once furious mountain storms assailed it; but its builder's
philosophy had taken account of these inimical forces, and it held fast.
The unbroken mountain wind, however, played havoc with the light
shanties of the workmen in this exposed situation on the promontory of
rock, and when rebuilt the camp was moved below the terrace, down in a
sort of gorge, shielded and safe, albeit the distance from the work was
a matter of some inconvenience.
They proved civil folk, the town mechanics, and answered gravely
many a queer question put from a vast distance in civilization and
sophistication, albeit at arm's length from the natural body; for from
far and near the mountaineers visited the unfinished structure. Often
a wagon with a yoke of oxen would stand, the patient beasts humbly
a-drowse, for an hour or so in the sandy road, while the jeans-clad
owner would patrol the new building, solemnly stepping from timber to
timber over the depths of the cellar, or with the utmost simplicity
of assurance make a critical circuit about the whole, and offer
suggestions looking toward improvements. Sometimes the visitor was of
shyer gentry: a red fox was glimpsed early one morning, with brush in
air, speeding along the joists of the ball-room; it might seem they
would never know the weight of aught more graceful or agile; a deer,
doubtless a familiar of the springs, was visible once, leaping wildly
down the rocks in great elastic bounds, evidently hitherto unaware
of the invaders of these preëmpted sylvan wilds. Others, too, of the
ancient owners of the soil came on a more prosaic quest, but in the
dead hour of darkness or the light of the midnight moon. A young bear,
who had long harbored predatory designs upon a certain fat shoat, a
denizen of that pig-pen of Cap'n Lucy's upon which the owner and Mr.
Kenniston looked with such differing eyes, was brought to a pause,
in a cautious reconnoitre, by the fragments of food, scraps from the
workmen's dinner, which might be found by nosing about among the
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account