The moonshiners at Hoho-hebee Falls: 1895 — John Shaqi
The moonshiners at Hoho-hebee Falls: 1895Craddock, Charles Egbert
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The moonshiners at Hoho-hebee Falls: 1895
Craddock, Charles Egbert
Fiction
He began, after the fashion of successful people, to cavil because his
success was not more complete. How the time was wasting here in this
uncomfortable interlude! Why could he not have discovered Leander's
whereabouts earlier, and by now be jogging along the road home with the
boy by his side? Why had he not bethought himself of the mill in
the first instance--that focus of gossip where all the news of the
countryside is mysteriously garnered and thence dispensed bounteously to
all comers? It was useless, as he fretted and chafed at these untoward
omissions, to urge in his own behalf that he did not know of the
existence of the mill, and that the miller, being an ungenial and
choleric man, might have perversely lent himself to resisting his demand
for the custody of the young runaway. No, he told himself emphatically,
and with good logic, too, the miller's acrimony rose from the fact of
a stranger's discovery of the still and the danger of his introduction
into its charmed circle. And that reflection reminded him anew of his
own danger here--not from the lawless denizens of the place, but from
the forces which he himself had evoked, and again he glanced out toward
the water-fall as fearful of the raiders as any moonshiner of them all.
But what sudden glory was on the waters, mystic, white, an opaque
brilliance upon the swirling foam and the bounding spray, a crystalline
glitter upon the smooth expanse of the swift cataract! The moon was in
the sky, and its light, with noiseless tread, sought out strange,
lonely places, and illusions were astir in the solitudes. Pensive peace,
thoughts too subtle for speech to shape, spiritual yearnings, were
familiars of the hour and of this melancholy splendor; but he knew none
of them, and the sight gave him no joy. He only thought that this was a
night for the saddle, for the quiet invasion of the woods, when the few
dwellers by the way-side were lost in slumber. He trembled anew at
the thought of the raiders whom he himself had summoned; he forgot his
curses on their laggard service; he upbraided himself again that he had
not earlier made shift to depart by some means--by any means--before
the night came with this great emblazoning bold-faced moon that but
prolonged the day; and he started to his feet with a galvanic jerk and a
sharp exclamation when swift steps were heard on the rocks outside, and
a man with the lightness of a deer sprang down the ledges and into the
great arched opening of the place.
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