Alcohol trafficking -- Fiction; Mountain life -- Tennessee -- Fiction
He was like a fox run to earth; he had no further resource. His
one idea of dealing with the law was by evasion and subterfuge and
concealment. He had no remote expectation of justification. By a series
of deceits he had persuaded his mother to go on an immediate visit to
a bedridden great-aunt who lived in an adjoining county. The horse
she rode belonged to a neighbor of the aged relative, who chanced to
be in this locality, and who was taking home with him a led horse, a
recent purchase. Jasper himself was to go after her in the indefinite
period when the corn should be laid by and her own horse at leisure.
The infant conqueror of the rickets went with her, mounted behind her,
his chubby arms stretched at their utmost length clasping her gaunt
waist, and with as unchastened a vainglory and pride in the earnest of
this great journey and the envious wonderment of the other children as
if his bourne were the north pole. Thus Mrs. Larrabee set out, with
the grim-visaged neighbor of the aunt in advance, and with a frisky,
dapper colt--already _en rapport_ with the pilgrim youth by reason
of mutual juvenility, irresponsibility, and frivolity--kicking up his
admired heels in the rear. And Henrietta Timson reigned in her stead
under the queer little sylvan roof that seemed no more made with hands
than the cups of a triple acorn.
Thus it was that Jasper Larrabee was roofless for the nonce, save for
the strata of the Lost Time mine.
That Lorenzo Taft would fain be rid of him he saw grimly enough, and
this he grimly refused to heed. He had incurred the suspicion of
moonshining by reason of Espey's choosing to wear his name for an hour
or so. He had incurred it through no fault of his own. The infringement
of the law was common to them all, and involved a danger which they
should share.
At all events, there would be nobody to answer for harboring the
fugitive, should Espey's true identity become known to the law, and
Rodolphus Ross find his way again to the little house on its airy
perch. Taft had thought it wise that Larrabee, already tainted with
suspicion in the mind of the officer of the law, and thus a source of
great danger, should follow Espey to parts unknown. But the world, to
the unlodged of earth, is doubtless of aspect like the face of the
waters to the dove when first loosed from the ark, without foothold or
friendly sign.
Larrabee replied even to the innuendo:--
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