Mountain advocate., 1915-10-22
CHAPTER !.


still and limp; no ghost OF breeze
found its way down there to stir them
into movement or whisper. Banks Of
rhododendron, breaking into foam OF
bloom, gave the seeming OF green and
white capped waves arrested and So
lidified by some sudden paralysis OF
nature. Sound itself appeared dead.
save for hushed minors that only &C.
centusted the stiffness Of the Cumber-
land forest.
Now. as evening sent her warning
with gathering shadows that began TO
Turk In - valleys, two mounted fig
ures made no souni either save when
q hoof splsshed on q slippery surface
or saddle.leather creaked under the
patient scrambiins o. their animals.
In front rode a battered mountain.
eer astride a rusty brown mule.
The second figure came some yards
behind. carefully following in the
others wake on a mule which limped.
This second mule bore a woman. rid.
ing sstride She was a young woman.
and II just now her slender shoulders
also dropped little, still even in
their droop they limited at a gallant
grace OF carriage.
The girl was very slender and,
though conveyed by the irab mission.
airy, Good Anse" Talbot, riding
astride a lame mount and accoutered
with saddlebags and blanket-roll, her
clothes were not Of mountain calico.
but If good fabric, sklllfully tailored.
and she carried her head erect.
Individually this was a "furriner:
a woman from the other world OF
down below" But who was she, and
why had she come? AS to that, word
had gone ahead Of her and been duly
reported to the one man who knew
things hereabout: who made II a point
to know things. and whose name stood
as a challenge to innovation in the
mountains.
When at morning she had started
out from the shack town at the end
of the rails, Bad Anse" Haveys in
formers had ridden not far behind her.
Later they had pushed ahead and re-
layed their message to their chief.
She had often heard the name OF
Bad Anse Huvey. The yellow press OF
the state, and even OF the nation. was
fond Of using II. Whenever to the law.
less mountains came n fresh upblazins
of feudsl hatred and blood was let, IL
was customary To say that the affair
bore the earnlaTks Of Bad An-e's in
element. Certain il was that in his
own territory this man was oyerlofd
and dictator
Like one OF the untamabe eagles
that circled the windy crests Of his
noun. aims he had watched with eyes
that could gaze unblinking into the
sun all men who came and Went
through the highlands where his aeris
perched. Those whom he hated. un.
less they, too. were Of the eagle breed
fierce and resourceful and strong Of
talon, could not remain there.
This slender young woman, astride
a mule. was coming as the avowed
outrider Of new order. She meant
to make war OH the whole fabric OF
illiteracy ana sQualid ignorance which
lay intrenched here. Consequently her
arrival would interest Bad Anse Ha,
vey.
Once. when they had stopped by a
wayside mill to let their mules pant at
the water trough. she had caught a
scrap of conversation that was not
meant for her ears; a scrap laughingly
tossed from bearded lip 10 bearded
lip among the hickory-shirted loiter.
ers at the mill door.
Reckon tibet thsr's the fotched-in
woman what aims ter start q school
over on the head OF Tribulation. "
drawled one native. Il heard tell OF
her t'other day"
With a somewhat derisIye laugh an.
other had contributed
"Mebby she haiHt talked tibet pro
jeck over with Fad Anse yit. Hit
m0ught be a right good idee FER tibet
gal ter go on back DIVA below, whar
she blcnss at"
The girl VAS thinking OF all this
now as she rode IN tae wake OF her
silent escort.
In a moment Of almost cringing de-
spair she wished indeed that she were
back thar down below whar she
blonged at"
Then, almost hercely. drawing back
her aching shoulders, she cast her
eyes about on the darkening scene
and raised her voice in anxious in
quiry: How much farther do we have
to GOT"
The man riding ahead did not turn
his face. but nung his answer spa-
thetically backward over his shoulder:
I'VE got to keep right ON till we comes
ter a dwellin house. I'm amin fer
old man Fletch McNash's cabin q
leetle Their rise of q mile frum hyar.
| low mebby he mought shelter us
till mornin'."
And II he doesntT
"Ef he doesn't. we've get ter rife
on a spell further"
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