Produced by Dave Macfarlane and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) [Illustration: HE WAS PALLID AND PANTING] THE YOUNG MOUNTAINEERS _SHORT STORIES_ BY CHARLES EGBERT CRADDOCK WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY MALCOLM FRASER [Illustration] BOSTON AND NEW YORK HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN AND COMPANY The Riverside Press, Cambridge 1897 Copyright, 1897, BY MARY N. MURFREE. _All rights reserved_. _The Riverside Press, Cambridge, Mass., U. S. A._ Electrotyped and Printed by H. O. Houghton and Company. CONTENTS PAGE THE MYSTERY OF OLD DADDY'S WINDOW 1 'WAY DOWN IN POOR VALLEY 26 A MOUNTAIN STORM 63 BORROWING A HAMMER 83 THE CONSCRIPTS' HOLLOW 103 A WARNING 172 AMONG THE CLIFFS 186 IN THE "CHINKING" 208 ON A HIGHER LEVEL 230 CHRISTMAS DAY ON OLD WINDY MOUNTAIN 245 LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS PAGE HE WAS PALLID AND PANTING (see page 221) _Frontispiece._ TOGETHER THEY WENT OVER THE CLIFF 48 HOW LONG WAS IT TO LAST 190 IN THE MIDST OF THE TORRENT 242 THE MYSTERY OF OLD DADDY'S WINDOW Picture to yourself a wild ravine, gashing a mountain spur, and with here and there in its course abrupt descents. One of these is so deep and sheer that it might be called a precipice. High above it, from the steep slope on either hand, beetling crags jut out. Their summits almost meet at one point, and thus the space below bears a rude resemblance to a huge window. Through it you might see the blue heights in the distance; or watch the clouds and sunshine shift over the sombre mountain across the narrow valley; or mark, after the day has faded, how the great Scorpio draws its shining curves along the dark sky. One night Jonas Creyshaw sat alone in the porch of his log cabin, hard by on the slope of the ravine, smoking his pipe and gazing meditatively at "Old Daddy's Window." The moon was full, and its rays fell aslant on one of the cliffs, while the rugged face of the opposite crag was in the shadow. Suddenly he became aware that something was moving about the precipice, the brink of which seems the sill of the window. Although this precipice is sheer and insurmountable, a dark figure had risen from it, and stood plainly defined against the cliff, which presented a comparatively smooth surface to the brilliant moonlight. Was it a shadow? he asked himself hastily.