Highland recorder. (Monterey, Highland County, Va.) 1877-1972, 1894-11-09
AFTER MOONSHINERS.

You would never suspect Capt. Gale
of being a nited States officer OF the
law. Yet his quiet gray eye could
flash fire at the suspicious looking
individual; his unassumlng bag con-
tanned reyolvers handouts and varl-
Gus paraphernalia pertaining to his
craft. In his breast pocket he gen
orally carried book full OF war
rants His business was to look after
the internal revenue law, and the
man who slyly sold liquor without
license generally managed to evado
il lust long enough to feel secure
when Cant Gale would drop in upon
him and kindly, almost gently in
vite him to take wa k with h m.
Those who knew Capt Gale sub
mitted to the walk gracefully. Those
who did not, end resen cd his inter-
terence. never did so more than once.
He was unrelenting in his pursuit or
q fugitive, and with an intuition bet
tet known as keen Judgment he could
nut his finger, nguratiyely speaking,
upon the very move his man would
make.
One dark, dismal day nc was being
whirled rapidly toward the Fort
Dodge mines in quest of a certain
Petey Jerks, who was selling Ii -uCr
wi; ;hOut the customary license. All
he knew about the man was MS
name and the town where he prac'
tIced his law-breaking. Instead OF
speculating upon the problems OF
this case. he planned out the WORK
ahead of him as the train rumbled
along.
"To night is Tue day. I'll reach
the junction at in the morning
viii have to stage it to the Hollow
liet there at ;, bag my man, get ba
at @. catch the 10 o'clock train anC
he ready for the river ca 10y Thurs
Cay morning. ThaU'= all right" AnC
having settled himself comfortably
he took nap
Some time during the night they
reached TIC junction, where he lel
the train and stretched hlmsel
YEARLY. A drizzling rain was fall
ing. through which he beams of tht
solitary station lamp gllmmereC
weakly. The train whizzed out :
to the dank darkness, and he turned
10 the station master. who wa'
stan inc in the door Of the small
weather beaten shanty termed the
depot
IL want team" Capt Gaze sale
reremptOrily, as he approached TIT
man.
"What fur"
"'Io drive to the Hollow Whel
can have One?"
What cher want in the Holler
the man asked.
"See here, my man, l want team
Just as soor as | can get it. L eX
pect to call on Mr.. Peter Perks thi
morning-early."
"Huh" The station master peere'
cautiously at the Captain. You're
de ective, eh?" ,,
Right YOU are; and now tn
team"
ANT got any," the fellow sal
surlily.
.Can you tell me who has?"
Nav. Yer won't get no un t
drive yer down to Fetcy Perks thl
tire % morning nor any other time
I'm thinkin'." The last under III
breath.
s.Wi. Syc CAN / md man who ha
a team?" asked Capt. Gale, realizin
that precious moments are Slippln
away, and at Re wa; gainnr'nOth
ing.
cover there" the station waste
said, twitching the thumb IN
left. 9Th rd house"
Capt. Gale strobe awaY tn
darkness, presently pounded IN
door belonging to all OH nal
livery stable.
IL was opened bXx sDckln
man
"Wot yer wan Equlred IN
drowsy voice.
* team, responded Gale.
"Wot fJr:'
TO drive to the Holow.'
"Wot'S yer to do ther?"
"Great JchOshophat, J." e~claime
Captain Gale. What Il host
questions every one asks? Well, Pl
going after leter lie ks. I'm
sher f.
oh" calculated the man. Aft'
a spe .ulatiye pause he remarked
cvntidentially: You can have
team, but can't accommodate yo
with driver" with a dry laugh
"Row can / drive in this col
founded Llackness? l never was
thi. place hefOgc-wouldn t know tn
rCa from the one to the moon! L
paI a man we'll to drive me-"