In the Tennessee mountainsCraddock, Charles Egbert
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In the Tennessee mountains
Craddock, Charles Egbert
Mountain life -- Tennessee -- Fiction; Short stories, American; Tennessee -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
The other elderly man, who had not yet spoken, rose from his seat by
the fire. "I'm a-goin', too," he said. "I kem hyar ter the Settlemint,"
he added, turning upon the gamblers, "'kase I hev been called ter warn
ye o' the wickedness o' yer ways, ez Jonah afore me war tole ter go up
ter Nineveh ter warn the folks thar."
"Things turns out powerful cur'ous wunst in a while," retorted Wray.
"He war swallowed by a whale arterward."
"'Kase he wouldn't do ez he war tole; but even thar Providence
perfected him. He kem out'n the whale agin, what nobody kin do ez gits
swallowed in the pit. They hev ter stay."
"It hain't me ez keeps up this hyar game," said Wray sullenly, but
stung to a slight repentance by this allusion to the pit. "It air
Josiah hyar ez is a-aimin' ter win back the truck he hev los'; an' so
air Tom, hyar. I hev hed toler'ble luck along o' this Old Sledge, but
they know, an' they hev got ter stand up ter it, ez I never axed none
of 'em ter play. Ef they scorches tharselves with this hyar coal o'
fire from hell, ez ye calls it, Josiah brung it, an' it air Tom an' him
a-blowin' on it ez hev kep' it a-light."
"I ain't a-goin' ter quit," said Josiah Tait angrily, the loser's
desperate eagerness pulsing hot and quick through his veins,--"I ain't
a-goin' ter quit till I gits back that thar brindled heifer an' that
thar gray mare out yander, what Budd air a-ridin', an' them thar two
wagon-loads o' corn."
"We hev said our say, an' we air a-goin'," remarked one of the unheeded
counselors.
"An' play on of yer kyerds!" cried Josiah to the others, in a louder,
shriller voice than was his wont, as the two elderly men stepped out of
the door. The woods caught the sound and gave it back in a higher key.
"S'pose we stops fur ter-night," suggested the store-keeper; "them thar
rocks do sound sort 'n cur'ous now."
"I ain't a-goin' ter stop fur nuthin' an' nobody!" exclaimed Josiah,
in a tremor of keen anxiety to be at the sport. "Dad-burn the sperits!
Let 'em come in, an' I 'll deal 'em a hand. Thar! that trick is mine.
Play ter this hyar queen o' trumps."
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