Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1915-12-18

Hayeys Well all be mountaineers
| standin' together an holdin' what God
gave u.s. God knows / hate Milt Nc
Briar an his tribe-hate 'em with all
| the power of hatin' that's in mean
| I'm a mountain man. But Mills peo-
pie an my people have one thing In
common. We're mountain men, an
these hills are ourn- We have the
same KILN instinct when men seek to
rob u.s. We want to be let alone, an
if we fight amongst ourselves it amt
nothin' to the way wen fight, shoulder
to shoulder an back to back, against
the robbers from down below"
The man paused, and as Juanita
looked into his blazing eyes she shud-
dered, for it seemed that the killing
instinct of which he spoke was burn
ing there. She thought of nothing to
say, and he continued:
Its war between families now-but
when your people come-come to buy
for nothin' and fatten on our starva-
ton, we men of the mountains will
forget that, an 1 reckon we'll fight to-
gether like all damnation against the
rest. Thet's why I'm counselin' folks
not to sell needless"
Then you did not forbid your peo-
pie to sell to me?" inquired the girl.
why, in heavens name, should l
make war on ye?" he suddenly de-
manded. Does a man fight children?
We don't fight the helpless up here in
the hills"
Possibly" she suggested with a
trace of irony, when you learn that
I'm not SO helpless you won't be so
merciful."
Wen wait till that time comes"
said the man shortly. He paused for
a moment, then went on: Helpless!
Why, heaven knows, ma'am, L pity ye-
Can't We see what odds ye're contend
in against? Can't ye see that ye're
fghtin' Gods hills and sandstone an
winds an thunder? Can't We see ye're
tryin' ter take out of mems veins the
fire in their blood-the fire that's been
burnin' there for two centuries? Ye're
like little child tryin' ter pull down
a jail-house. Ye're singin' lullaby
songs to the thunder. Yes, feel right
sorry fer We, but 1 amt a-fightin' ye-"
I'm doing none of those things"
she answered with defiant blaze in
her eyes. I'm only trying to show
these people that their ignorance is
not necessary; that it's only part of a
scheme to keep them vassals. You
talk about the wild. free spirit of the
mountain men. / think that free men
will listen TO that argument"
Anse laughed.
Change 'emi" he repeated, disre-
garding the slur of her last speech.
why. If We don't give it up and go
back to your birds that pick at berries.
do you know what will happen to ye?
I'll tell We. Thar will be a change, but
it won't be in us. It'll be in you.
You'll be mountainized.
"Ye can't live where the storms
come from an where the rivers are
born an not have their spirit get into
your blood Ye may think ye're in
partners with God. but I reckon yen
find the hills are bigger than you be.
How much land do ye need?"
'Why?"
Because I aim to see We get it. Ye
say I'm SCARED of We. 1 aim to show
ye how much I'm SCARED. l aim to
let We go your own fool way an f1oun-
der in your own quicksand. An if
nobody won't sell ye what we want
let me know an. by Almighty God, I'll
make We a free gift of a farm an I'll
build your school myself. Thet's how
much I'm SCARED of We. I've tried to
be friends with ye, an We won't have
it Now just go as fur as We feels in
clined an see how much 1 mind ye."
He turned abruptly on his heel and
went out, quietly closing the door be-
hind him.