Folks got 'em parted, though, but thar was no more a-swingin' of Nance that night. He knowed Harve lived too fer over Black Mountain to go home that night, an' he rid right across the river an' up to Nance's house, an' hollered fer Harve. The gal nussed 'em both plum faithful. Rich didn't hev much to say, an' Harve didn't hev much to say. Nance was sorter quiet, an' Nance's mammy, ole Nance, jes grinned.
Folks come in to ax atter 'em right peart.
An' ole Nance jes snorted. An' Rich tu'ned right over an' begun pullin' straws out'n the bed. An' they drawed. Rich Harp 'll be thar from the head- waters. Harve Hall's a-goin' to tote the Widder Shivers clean across the Cumberlan'.