Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1915-11-19
CHAPTER ll-contlnued.

Things has changed sum since
then. Nobody lives ter hum eny more
It's sure hell in Green Briar these
somebody is gettin' kilt every
day er two. The cusses travel in
gangs. murderin' an burnin' from one
end o. the county to the other" He
spoke in an even, drawing voice, with
not the slightest show of emotion, as
though telling an ordinary bit Of
news; "D-d If / know which outfit
is the wus-the Yanks or the Rebs."
Which are you within"
Who, mel" He paused in his bolt
ing of food, and gave vent to an un-
pleasant laugh. Il rather reckon it
would puzzle the Lord Almighty ter
find that out. don't give a whoop
fer neither of EN-. I'm fer oil Jem
Taylor, an it keeps me tolor'ble busy
tending ter his affairs, without both
erin bout no government"
Then your name is Taylor?"
Il reckon it has been for bout sixty
years. Thar's slew o. Taylors over
along Buffalo crick, an SOM Of 'em
are Yanks, an parcel OF 'em are
Rebs, but they don't git oil Jem ter
take nary side. At that, I'm gittin' all
the lghtin' banker arter. Naturally,
I'm peaceful critter, If tn cusses let
me alone"
"Quieted down some over there late
~, hasn't it,"
Huh! Thar's a regiment o. blue
coats at Lewisburg, an few cavalry
men ridin' Their pixies. Don't amount
ter hill o. beans as fer as Their boys
are concerned. All they got ter do is
go further back in the hills, an be a
bit more keerful. l reckon, young
man, ye'll find plenty o. deviltry going
on in Green Briar, If We ever git out
that away. Wal, thet's all thar is fer
us ter eat, an I'm goin' ter take a
snooze"
He closed the door, fastening it Sc
curely with a wooden bar, and
stretched himself out on the Aoor.
The room was dark, ais the only win.
dow was tightly boarded up, and using
my bundle for pillow, lay down
also. In a short time his heavy
breathing was evidence enough that
Taylor slept. Slowly my heavy eyes
closed, and / lost consciousness
The sun was below the mountain
ridge, when the heavy hand of the old
mountaineer shook me into sudden
wakefulness. With nothing left to
eat we were not long in preparing for
departure, endeayoring vainly to get
my silent companion to converse, be-
ing rewarded merely by grumbled and
evasive answers. Finally l desisted
in the attempt, content to follow his
lead. Taylor. astride his sorrel, with
gun resting grimly across his knees,
rode straight through the brush, away
from the pike, down the valley of a
small stream. In crossing, the horses
drank their fill
How about the valley road?" i
asked as we climbed the opposite
bank.
The leader glanced back at me.
This yere way is higher, an darn
sight NOR quiet" he answered grufHy.
Soldiers been marching over the pike
all day. Mout be all right fer yer, II
yer've got pass-but amt got none.
Wen hev' good 'nough ridin' in bout
mile NOR"
You are aiming for the cutoff"
Il be-yer do knot sumthin' of this
we're kintry, | reckon, but yer've got
more eddication than eny Cowan !
ever hooked up with afore. Yer don't
talk none like mountin' folks"
/ drew quick breath, sensing the
return Of suspicion.
That's true" / admitted readily.
you see I went to school at Coving.
ton: they were going to make a
preacher out of me-"
Taylor stared into my face, his
vague suspicion seemingly gone.
Well. I'll be,d--d-a preacher"
He rode on into the dusk, chuckling.
and followed. smiling to myself. glad
that the mans good humor had been
SO easily restored
We were fed at a hut back In the
foothills. where an old couple, the man
lame, we're glad enough to exchange
their poor food for the late news from
the army, in which they had a son.
Then we rode steadily to the south.
When dawn came we were to the west
Of Waynesboro. in broken country, and
all through those long night hours