Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1917-08-22

of my own invention, and I'm proud
of it, old scout"
And while he talked my Gouver-
neur Faulkner had prepared those
cradles of our blankets unstrapped
from the saddles of the horses at
feeding time, seated himself upon the
edge of one of them and began to
| pull from his feet his riding boots.
Take off your boots and your coat,
youngster and turn in. II. take the
windward side, and you can bivouac
against the fire. Good night" AS he
finished speaking my Gouverneur
Faulkner rolled beneath that blan-
ket upon the outer edge and left for
me the hammock next to the fire.
sheltered from cool wind that had
begun to come UP from the valley.
Almost Immediately, so that /
should not have a fright, | lifted the
blanket and crawled into the branch
es of the fragrant tree. Even as l.
did so l perceived a loud breathing
of deep sleep from my Gouverneur
Faulkner, but to me came no repose
for long time.
The round sun was high over that
old Harpeth hill when / opened my
eyes. For a moment / did not see
clearly, and then l looked straight
Faulkner, which for that first time l
had been able to see 10 be the color
of violets in the twilight He was
seated beside me smoking the frag-
rant pipe and looking down at me
| with a great wonderment that was
I mingled with as gret tenderness.
After finish to the breakfast my
] Gouverneur Faulkner gave to me the
| information that we must tether the
| good horses and make the remainder
| of the journey by walking, which We
| did for hardly short hour.
THE wildcat still is straight up
Turkey gulch, and we'll have to
scramble for it. It's hid like the nest
of an old turkey hen," he said to me
as we set out upon the mounting OF
very steep precipice.
"What is that wore, wildcat still !? =
l asked as l slid over a great rock
with emerald moss incrusted and
struggled beside my Gouverneur
Faulkner through a heavy under
brush of leafy greenness.
"a place where men make WHISKY
in defiance of the law of their state
he answered me as he held aside a
long branch of green that was pink
tipped so that / might slip there-
under without a scratching.
Are you not the law of the state,
my Gouverneur Faulkner l asked
of him as | pulled myself by MS arm
through the thickness.
I'm all that, but I'm the son of
old Harpeth and Jim Todd's blood
brother first. Some day I'll smoke
Jim out of his hole and get him a
good job. Now wait a minute and see
what happens" and as he spoke my
,Gouverneur Faulkner stood very still
for long minute. AS l sat at his side
upon the fallen trunk of a large tree
l regarded him with admiration, be-
cause he had the aspect of some
beautiful 1.-THE animal of the woods
as he listened with a deep attention
Then very quickly he put his two
fingers to his mouth, and, behold
the call of wild bird came from
between his lips. Twice it was re-
peated, and then he stood again in
deep attention. 1 made not even q
little breathing as I, too, listened.
Then came three clear notes oi
that same wild bird in reply from
not very far up the mountain from
us.
That's Jim, the old turkey Come
onl" said my Gouverneur Faulkner
as he again began to breakAthrough
the leafy barriers of the low trees.
And in very short space of time
man emerged from a little path
that led behind tall cliff of the gray
rocks. He was a very large and 6
very fierce man, and / might have
had a fright of him if his blue eye;
had not held such a kindness ano
joy in them at the sight of my Cow.
erneur Faulkner.
"Howdy, Bill" he said, with nc
handshake or other form of a com.
rade's greeting.
"Howdy, Jim," returned my
Gouverneur Faulkner in a manner
of the same indifference, but with ar
expression in his face of delight al
the sight of his blood brother, that
Mr.. Jim Todd.
THAT thar boy a shet mouth?"
Hes Bob and as hard as a nut, u
wasthe introduction 1 had from my
Gouverneur Faulkner
Then come en-" with which com.
mand that wild man led us around
the tall cliff of gray rock, over which
clim bed a sweet vine of rosy bios.
soming, which l now know to call a
laurel, and we arrived in front of a
small and low hut that was built
against the rocks. A clear, small
stream made very noisy way past
the door of the hut, but save for Its
clamor all was silent.
Where are the boys?" asked my
| GouVerneur Faulkner