New Mexico state record. (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1914-19??, 1921-09-02

with clay the roof was of handmade
boards, and II chimney of stones and
clay rose ut either end.
John Moreland himself sat ON the
front porch, and beside him lay Il re-
peating rifle, W young squirrels that
had been very neatly shot through the
head, and Il weary b~lack-and-tan
hound. lie was an uncommonly big
man, and about forty-seven; his eyes
were gray and keen; his thick hair
and full beard We're Il rich brown. with
only Il few threads of white. There
WAS Il certain English tineness about
the man. One felt that he could trust
John Moreiand.
As the moonshincr and his compan-
ion reached the gate Moreland rose
and pushed his hat back from his fore
head.
Eli, John" Griuned Heck. This
here Teller wants to stay with ye a
few days, John. Seems To be all
right
Come right ill.," invited the chief
of the MOrelands. He indicated the
homemade chair he had just vacated.
Set down thar and rest. stranger. I'll
be back in "A minute or So"
lie FASTENED into the cabin, carrying
the squirrels with him.
Hes went to tell his wife To hatch
up II extry good dinner, BILL" wills
pered Heck. 'Pepper-cyored ham,
young chicken, hot biscuits, fresh but
ter, wild honey, huckleberry pie and
peach pie and strawberry preserves
Bill, | CANT hardly stand it. Blast my
picture eff | couldn't eat two whole
raw dawgs right now, I'm that ding
busted hongry. Well, | got to ramble
on home. | live down the river half n
mile, We and my NAV. Come to see
me, Bill, and wen go a-tishln'. So
long, Bill old boy"
John MOreland returned presently.
The man from the city rose and prof
fered his hand.
MY name" he began, Old habit
strong upon him, 'is Carlyle"
Before he could get any farther with
it, John Moreland flung the hand from
him as though it We're n thing Of I'M
speakable contamination. His bearded
face went deathly white with the
whiteness of an old and bitter hatred.
Ills great fists clenched, and every
muscle in his giant body trembled.
whats the matter, man?' Dale
wanted IN know.
Carlyle" Moreland repeated in q
hoarse growl. you say yore name Is
Carlyle"
YES wondcringly, "but that's only
"A part of II. My name is Carlyle vii
burton Dale-Bill Dale. What's the
matter?'
"Did you come from West vir,
ginny?" sharply.
Dale gave the name of his home
town and state.
That's dif'rent." The mountain
GERS countcnancc became lighter
This man I'm a-thinkin' about. h,
was from West rirginny. | hope you
won't hold nothin' ag'in me fo' actin
up that away. | couldn't hep it, shore
it seems. lou'll know how | felt wher
tell we about it, Mr.. Dale. | w Il
TO we to explain. Jest n minute"
lie stepped into the cabin an'
brought out another chair, sat dOwI
heavily and crossed his legs. Dale
too, sat down.
The mountain you had to com
over to come here, Mr.. Dale" More
land began, his big voice filled witt
an old, old sorrow, us knowed as Da
vid Moreland's mountain mostly be
cause David Moreland is buried in thu
very highest place on top of ii, hin
and his wife. He was my brother. am
was the best brother Il man ever had
Ii was allus the talk o. the ~neighbor
hood how much we liked each other
Tn ontel the time he was married
went with him whar he went, and h
went with me whar ! went. I'd fiGh
fo' him. and he'd fight fo' me. 1t
hard to tell, even after this lon
time. -.
David. he was a strappin' big mar
like all q the Morelands. lie wa
about yore size. and grey-eyed lik
YOU. and he had brown hair like you
When you walked up to the gate,
made me think o him the day he wa
married: he was all dressed up il
dark blue like you. Then Davii
he went up here one summer an
found this vein ~ coal. lie got law
full p'session o the mountain. an,
moved his wife up here. The rest o
ms lived over in the Laurel Fork cour
Try then.
"One day | got a letter from David
which said that a man named John II
Carlyle was a-goin' to buy his mour
tain and the coal. and said that hi
wife was pow'ful sick. A week late
= she died. and left a baby which diet
too. a%ccordin' to n old lniun by tn
name o. Cherokee Joe. who knowe
, my pap and knowed David. And
month later we was all dragged fror
our beds by this same Cherokee Jos
tellin' US that Carlyle had shot Davit
CARLYLE. Cherokee Joe said, wa
a-drinkin' hard. The Injun seed tn
. shootln' through a window.
, at was might nigh to three day
later when we got here and foun
pore David a-layin' whar he'd fel
We secured the mountains TO mile
y and miles around i'm a s'arch fo' tn
dawg who killed him. but we neye
found him. -. The land up her
locked purity, and it belonged to u
: by David's death; so we all moved u
!, here to live, and built us cabins.
Major Bradley found out about tn
+ end o. my brother. and he wanted d
4 TO nut the case in the hands o. til
$ law. But we wouldn't do it. A Nor,
land never goes TO law about anythin,
e He pays his w debts. and he collect
I what is his due"