The National tribune. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1877-1917, 1897-09-09


let the men 60 home now an git ready for
sarvice. ] want yo' t. meet me with them
on Thursday mornin' an hour ter sun-up,
al Bidford Crossn' I'll he thar with the rest
O. the company. Let each man bring good
blanket and a BAG t carry his vlttels IN. L
want everyone thar IN time. Ri l have
come for any o. yo', hit'll be monty bad fur
him. +"
With this Capt Griggs remounted, and,
| followed by his Orderly-Sergeant rode away.
Thursday morning. bright and early, Henry
Clay Pollock had started to work hewlng logs
/ for his house. lie had gotten his tobacco all
in, and other farm work IN such condltloh
that he could leave 1t for day or two ior
work upon the edifice of his and Miriam
loving dreams That it was to he built of
hewed logs put ii among the aristocrats of the
mountain homes He was filled with the
pride of building such house for her as no
other man in the mountains ever brought his
/ bride to. He had raised the log up0n sup
ports which lifted il the right distance from
the ground for convenient hewing. He had
snapped a line upon it with cord Redeemed
with keel scored it with the chopping AK,
and started in with the heavy. keen broad-aX
to square il up and make its sides smooth and
even. He was a skill1ul AMMAN. and the log
rapidly grew into shapelinesS under his quick,
strong blows.
As he wrought he was an ideal picture Of
! manly industry Tall well-proportioned,
supple vet muscular his coat off, his sleeves
rolled mp his mass of curlS swaying and
/ floating with every swift motion Of his body,
he was Labor persOnitied. Regularly as the
| beat of a metronome rang the musical strokes
of his ak through the echoing woods. The
warm, richly-tinted wood he hewed gave
! forth the pleasant incense-lke fragrance
characteristic of the rcd-Gak when il is cut.
II quick ear caught through the reyer-
berations Of his strokes the click OF APP
! preaching hoofs He paused. rested his AK
uron the log and looked. He saw approach
! ing Capt. Samuel GIiggs, riding at the head
( of his motley men toward the rendezvous at
! Bid1ord : Crossing.
Hatred had always existed between Pol
/ lock and Gliggs In common with all his
/ class, Pollock had hated and despised over
/ seers generally, and GTiggs particularly. The
feeling was warmly returned.
This WIS not tie slightest reason why Pol
lock should elade meeting Griggs. He
sal down on the lCg. without seeming to have
seen the Corners and picking up the whet-
stone began busilv putting an edge on his
broadaX. He did not look up until Griggs
/ halted and called out:
HuIo Clay"
Hullo sam " he responded.
I'm Capn Samuel Gri@gs, Of the Confed-
crate army. SUN, sad that gentleman with
dignity
The blne blazes ya' air" said Pollock,
indiflerontly. what buzzard lad that e'er
aige?"
/ GTiggss men Uttered. They were not 50
/ much ia love with Inc Southern Conlederacy
I as 10 refuse TO enjoy dig 1T lis bomha-tic
I representative. SANS face lowered. Hewas
/ reluctant to come 10 personal conclusions with
Pollock, but be must do something to main
tain h, prestige with the men al his back
" ho are vo' ilingin yer slack at-fne or
the Southern Contcjeracy 2"
Both on 20. eli the cap fits 70, REPLIED
Pollock carelessiv. " don t know no South
err Conlederary. United Statcss good nniT
for me. Ny grandfather fit Tor EN- at New
Orleans, and my father IN Mexico ] don't
know whar EOnrs uuz then. an ] guess yo
don L nuther. An don't know 10 Cap'n
Samuel Griggs. / only know sam Griggs.
who is kunnel Rhea's oyerseer. an ha.nt
feyerishly in love with him. 3iv health
wouldn suffer ef ! didn't know him
Clay Pollock / may stand Yer filings at
1 me-we kin settle them 1T ANY time bat he
4 httilul LDN 70 SlGtk O Inc southern IDL-
+ federacv lie very keerlGl for that ) treason .
4 keer a blamed sight less for yer South
em ConleGeIacy nur do fer yo'. sam Gr;ggs.
! Yo' may have some use in the world. though
I Iye never bin able t find hit OUTPUT rs Ter
yer Southern Conlederacy, as Elder Storm
mont Saws hit was conceived in sin an born
in iniquity'
Clay Pollock" shouted the enraged
Griggs, - that er's treason an I'll arrest yo'
fer hit. Arrest him, men, an lie him SOS lie
can't git away
" Not on yer life yo' don't" said Pollock,
! spTinging behind the log and raising the
broadaX. I'll split the fust man vice omen
that lays a finger on me. This is my own
+ land. an I'm standin' on hit--a peareal,le
lawabidin citizen o the State o Tennessee.
4 I'm deiendin' myself on my own ground.
I hant done notbIn': I'm only exertisin' nv
rights o free speech ] warn everyone O.
I 70 uns not L set loot outside O the big road
0n my land.
An enTaged Young man Irandishing
bToadaX Is Il fearful sight TO contemplate
/ The men in GTiggss train did not relish the
/ thought Of attacking him. sam Griggs be-
/ gan TO have some miSgiyings as TO the extent
I OF his legal authority, and STAYED his hand
/ on its way To his revolver
Leave him alone, men, called out
. Griggs, after pause. - We can't stop Z
/ bother with him now. He can be tended TO
] hereafter He won't git away IF he does
/ hits good radiance o bad rubbish He haint
worth the life Of a single Conlcdrit soljer
Three cheers fur JEFF Davis Forward
/ March 1"