The moonshiners at Hoho-hebee Falls: 1895Craddock, Charles Egbert
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The moonshiners at Hoho-hebee Falls: 1895
Craddock, Charles Egbert
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“Ye let we-uns hev him whilst so leetle an' helpless, but now that he
air so fine growed an' robustious ye want ter git some work out'n him,
an' he hev runned away an' tuk ter the woods tarrified by the very sight
of ye,” he averred. “He'll never kem back; no, he'll never kem back; fur
he'll 'low ez ye would kem an? take him home with you; an' now the Lord
only knows whar he is, an' what will become of him.”
His anger and his tumultuous grief, his wild, irrepressible anxiety for
Leander's safety, convinced the crafty Nehemiah that he was no party to
the boy's scheme. Sudley's sorrow was not of the kind that renders the
temper pliable, and when Nehemiah sought to point a moral in the absence
of the violin, and for the first time in Sudley's presence protested
that he desired to save Leander from that device of the devil, the
master of the house shook his inhospitable fist very close indeed to
his guest's nose, and Yerby was glad enough to follow that feature
unimpaired out to his horse at the bars, saying little more.
He aired his views, however, at each house where he made it convenient
to stop on his way home, and took what comfort there might be in the
rôle of martyr. Leander was unpopular in several localities, and
was esteemed a poor specimen of the skill of the Sudleys in rearing
children. He had been pampered and spoiled, according to general report,
and more than one of his successive interlocutors were polite enough to
opine that the change to Nehemiah's charge would have been a beneficent
opportunity for much-needed discipline. Nehemiah was not devoid of some
skill in interrogatory. He contrived to elicit speculations without
giving an intimation of unduly valuing the answer.
“He's 'mongst the moonshiners, I reckon,” was the universal surmise.
“He'll be hid mighty safe 'mongst them.”
For where the still might be, or who was engaged in the illicit
business, was even a greater mystery than Leander's refuge. Nothing more
definite could be elicited than a vague rumor that some such work was in
progress somewhere along the many windings of Hide-and-Seek Creek.
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