Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1921-07-15


Littlcfords. BY gosh, she's awful high
headed. She can read good. Babe can.
Old Major bradley, from down Mt Car
tersylllc in the fland, he spends his
summers up here TO- his health, and he
teached Babe how TO read. Fine rel
Ter. Major Bradley. Lawyer. Babe
she Mas done read everything In the
whole DANCED country. The's scv'ral
Bibles. and book about n Pilgrims
Progress, and a Bakers lioss and
Cattle Almancck, and dic-dictionary.
But we'd better light out 70 the
settlement, Mr.. Bill. or we'll miss din
ner, nIcbbe. I'm q plumb DANCED fool
about catn'. | ct twenty-five biscuits
o. tlour.bread this mornln' TO break
rus', asidcs whole billed hamshank,
and other things accordln'. It's the
dyin' truth Come on, MIR. BILL
They went down to the creek,
crossed It on stones, and began to
climb the low cliff.
After an hours travelling Heck
stoppcd In the trail and put the butt
of his rifle to the ground.
"E'roln Fight here, Bill," lie said, we
can see every house In the whole
DANCED settlement"
They were standing on the crest or
David Moreland'S mountaln. Below
them lay Il broad valley checkered
with small farms; and each farm had
its log cabin, It's log barn and its apple
orchard. Beyond 1t all rose the great
and majestic Big Pine, which was
higher and more rugged with cliffs
than David alDrcland's mountain.
"The Morelands lives on this side o
the river, and tile I.ittrfOrtls lives. on
van side" drawlcd Heck. '"rlley don't
never have nothing to- do with each
other, but they don't hardly eyer light
they're all stranpin' big mon, and they
fights so DANCED hard 1t don't pay. My
gosh, Bill, every man Of 'Cm Gun shoot
a gnat's eyelash Off ut four hundred
yards-I wisht may drap dead ct
they CANT! DO We see that big cabin
right plumb IN the middle o the nigh
half O. the settlement, Bill? Well. the
boss O. the MorelandS he lives thar
John Moreland. That's whAr you want
to 20, Bill, scncc ye've got a oncy0r'
able case O. the disease knowed as
coal-on-the-brnin. But ] can tell ye
aforehand, you atn't got enough money
to buy that coal, don't matter how
much nancy tc've got"
Dale was Cot looking toward John
MoreIands home now. His gaze hnt
wandered to the other side of the
river. BY Heck waited full minute
for reply to his speech, then he
spoke again:
"The gyurl, or the Goals that
what's a-botherin' We, Bill?"
Dale's eyes twInkled. Must choose
between them?" he laughed.
"Shorc! Z" by Heck wasn't even slnIl
Ing. Shore! The MOreands ant
bluc-tailcd hawk hates crow. The
gyurl, or the coal, Bill?"
"WelI 20 down to John Morcand's,
announced Dale.
The mountaineer took up his rifle
Let me 81 We word or two O warn
in" he continued seriously. Don
you Oirer to pay John Morcland 70
carin his grub. nor TO slcepln' in hi:
bed, nor fo' chawin' his tobacker. T.
ye 90, yorc goose will shore be cOokce
with John Moreland. But ef We WI:
to brag on the vittles little, John:
wife a-bein' pow'fnl handy IN th'
kitchen, 1t wouldn't do DANCED bi
O. harm. DO ye understand it all now
Bill"
Dale nodded. and they began the de
scent.
JOHN Moreland's house was bnit o
I whole oak logs, which were chinket
! with oak splits and daubcd In Detwcel
with clay; the roof was OF handmade
boards, and chimney Of stones ant
clay rose at either end.
John Moreand himself sat on tn
front porch, and beside him lay re
peating rifle, two young squirrels tina
had been very neatly shot through tn
head, and weary black-and.tal
hound. He was an uncomm0nly bl
man, and about forty-seven; his eye
were gray and keen; his thick hal
and full beard were rich brown, witt
only q few threads Of white. Their
vas a certain English fneness abou
the man. One felt that he could truS
John Moreland.
AS the moonshIner and his compan
lon reached the gate Moreland ros
! and pushed his hat back from his fore
head.
iii, Jonn," grInned Heck. "ThI
here fcllcr wants to stay with ye
few days, John. Seems to be al
right" -
Come right in" invited the chic
Of the M0rclands. He indicated til
homemade chair he had just vacated
"Set down thar and rest, stranger. II
be back in minute or so"
He hastcned into thc cabin, cnrryln
The squirrels with him.
Hes went to tell his wife to hate
up cXtry good dinner, Bill," whis
pcrcd Heck. "pcpper-cyorch ham
ro,,nu cbjrEoD bot btScuitc Frnrh Ian,