The vidette. (Iuka, Tishomingo County, Miss.) 1912-1967, 1915-08-19
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81 CHARLES NEVILLE BUCK
WITH ILLUSTRATIONS FROM PHOTO ORAPHS
OF SCENES IN THE PLAY S22I WI 2s4lxY
CHAPTER |.


Cumberland ridge through sky ol
mountain clarity. the sun seemed hest
tating before its descent to the hori
son. The sugar-loaf cone that tow
cred above O creek called Misery wai
pointed and edged with emerald trac
cry where the Hottest timber thrust
up its crest plumes into the sun. On
the hiilsides 1t would be light for
more than an hour yet. but below,
where the waters tossed themselves
along In chorus OF tiny cascades, the
light was already thickening into a
cathedral gloom. Down there the fur
riner" would have seen only the rough
course of the creek between moss
velyeted and shaded powders OF
titanic proportions. The native would
have recognized the country road in
these tortuous twistings A great block
Of sandstone, to whose summit man
standing in his saddle could scarcely
reach his flngertips. lowered above
the stream. with a gnarled scrub oak
clinging tenaciously to its apex. Loft
lily on both sides climbed the noun
tains cloaked In laurel and timber.
Suddenly the LEAKAGE was thrust
aside from above by a cautious hand,
and a shy. hala-wild girl appeared in
the opening. For an instant she halt
ed. with her brown fingers holding
back the brushwood. and raised her
face as though listening. AS she
stood with the toes Of one bare foot
twisting Ia the gratefully cool moss
she laughed with the sheer exhilara-
tien OF life and youth, and started out
on the table 4 top OF the huge rock.
But there she halted suddenly with a
startled exclamation and drew instinc-
lively back. What she saw might well
have astonished her, for it was thing
she had never seen before and of
which she had never heard. Finally,
treasured by the silence. she slipped
across the broad face of the fiat rock
Cor distance of twenty-five feet and
paused again to listen.
At the far edge lay pair of saddle
bags, such as form the only practical
equipment for mountain travellers.
Near them lay tin box, Uttered with
small and misunderstanding tubes of
soft metal, all grotesquely twisted and
stained, and beside the box was a
strangely shaped plaque of wood
smeared with a dozen hues. That this
plaque was a painters sketching pal
cite was thing which she could not
know, since the ways of artists had
to do with a world as remote from
her own as the life Of the moon or
stars. 1t was one of those vague mys.
teries that made up the wonderful life
of down below" Why had these
things been left here In such confu-
sion? II there was a man about who
owned them he would doubtless return
to claim them. She crept over, eyes
and ears alert, and slipped around to
the front of the queer tripod, with all
her muscles poised In readiness for
night.
A half-rapturous and utterly aston
ished cry broke from her lips. She
stared moment, then dropped to the
moss-covered rock, leaning back on
her brown hands and gazing intently,
"Hits purty!" she approved, In a
low, musical murmur. Hits plumb.
dead beautiful"
OF course It was not finished pic.
ture--merely study Of what lay be.
fore her-but the hand that had
placed these brush strokes on the
academy board was the sure, deft
hand of a master of landscape, who
had caught the splendid spirit of the
thing and fixed 1t immutably In true
and glowing appreciation. Who he
was; where he had gone; why his
work stood there unfinished and aban
doned, were details which for the mo
ment this half-savage child-woman for
got to question. She was conscious
only OF sense OF revelation and awe
Then she saw other boards, like the
one upon the easel, piled near the
paint box. These were dry, and rep
resented the work OF other days: but
they were all pictures OF her owl
mountains, and in each of them. a.
In this one, was something that made
her heart leap.
To her own people these steep hill
sides and "coves" and valleys were
matter of course. In their stony sol
they labored by day, and in their shad
ows slept when work was done Ye
someone had discovered that they hel,
q picturesque and rugged beauty: tina
they were not merely steep field
where the pillow was useless and tn
hoe must be used. She must tell Sam
son-Samson, whom she held In a,
artless exaltation of hero worship
Samson, who was so smart" that h
thought about things beyond her ur
Outstanding; Samson. who could NO
only read and write. but speculate O.
probiematical matters.
suddenly she came to her feet wit
. swltt-darting impulse. of alarm. He
ear had caught . sound. She cas-
searching glances about her, but tn
tangle was empty of humanity. Tn
water still murmured over the rock
undisturbed. There was no sign O
human presence, other than herself
that her eyes could discover-and We
TO her ears came the sound again, an,
this time more distinctly. 1t was tn
sound Of mans voice. and 1t wa
moaning as IL In pain, She rose ant
searched vainly through the bushes o,
the hillside where the rock ran out
from the woods. She lifted her skirts
and splashed her feet In the shallow
creek water. wading persistsntly III