The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1921-02-17
CHAPTER discontinued.

seven
days: not downpour but a constant
drizzle that made the distant ridges
smoke. The parched earth seemed to
smack it's lips, and little rivulets be-
gan to fall and tumble over the beds
of the dry streams. All danger Of for
est fire was at once removed, and
SnOwbird was no longer needed as q
lookout on old Bald mountain. She
went to her own home. her companion
back to the valley; and now that his
sister had taken his place as house
keeper, Bill had gone down to the
lower foothills with a great part of
the live stock. Dan spent these rainy
days in toll on the hillsfdes, building
himself physically so that he might
| pay his debts.
1t was no great pleasure, these
rainy days. He would have greatly
liked to have fingered in the square
mountain house, listening to the quiet
murmur Of the rain on the roof and
watching SnOwbird at her household
tasks. She could, as her father had
said, make a biscuit. She could also
roll up sleeves over trim, brown arms
and with entire good humor do a
! weeks laundry for three hard-wOrk-
ing men. He would have liked to sit
with her. through the long afternoons.
as she knitted beside the fireplace
to watch the play of her graceful fin
gers and perhaps, now and then, to
touch her hands when he held the
skeinS. But none of these things tran
Spired. He drove himself from day
light till dark, developing his body for
the tests that were sure to come
The first few days nearly killed him.
He over-eXercised in the chill rain,
and one anxious night he developed
all the symptoms of pneumonia. Such
a sickness would have been the one
thing needed to make the doctors
prophecy come true. But with Snow
birds aid, ard numerous hot drinks,
he fought it off.
She had made him go to bed, and
no human memory could be so dull as
to forget the little, whispered message
that she gave him with his last spoon
full Of medicine. She said she'd pray
for him, and she meant it tOO-literal,
eRtreating prayer that could not go I'M
heard. She was a mountain girl, and
her beliefs were those Of her ances-
tOrs-simpfe and true and wholly
without affectation. But he hadn't
relaxed thereafter. He knew the time
had come to make the test. Night
after night he would go to bed half
sick from fatigue, but the mornings
would find him fresh. And after two
weeks, he knew he had passed the
crisis and was on the direct road to
complete recovery.
Sometimes he cut wood in the for
est first the telling of some tall pine,
then the trimming and hewing into
two-foot lengths. The blisters came
on his hands, broke and bled, but
finally hardened into callosities. He
learned the most effective stroke to
hurl shower of chips from beneath
the blade His back and limbs hard
ened from the handling Of heavy wood
and the cough was practically gone.
His frame filed out. His face became
swarthy from constant exposure. He
gained in weight.
One cloudy afternoon in early No
vember found Silas Lennox cutting
wood on the ridge behind his house. It
was still an open question with him
whether he and his daughter would
attempt to winter on the Divide. Dan
Of course wanted to remain, yet there
we're certain reasons, some very def
mite and others extremely vague, why
the prospect of the winter in the snow
fields did not appeal to the noun |
tAineer. In tye first place, all signs |
pointed to hard season. Although |
the fall had cSne late, the SHOWS were |
exceptionally early. The duck flight |
was completed two weeks before it's |
usual time, and the rodents had dug |
their burrows unusually deep. Be-
sides, too many months of snow weigh !
heavily upon the spirit. The wolf
packs sing endlessly on the ridges,
and many unpleasant things may hap
pen. On previous years, some Of the
cabins on the ridges below had human
occupants; this winter the whole re-
giOn. for nearly seventy miles across
the mountains to the foothills, would
be wholly deserted by human beings.
Even the ranger station, twelve miles
across a steep ridge, would soon be
empty. Of course a few ranchers had
homes a few miles beyond the river,
but the wild cataracts did not freeze
in the coolest Of seasons and there
we're no bridges. Besides, most of the
more prosperous farmers wfntered in
the valleys. Only few more days
would the road be passable for his
car; and no time must be lost in max
ing his decision.
Once the SHOWS came in hreGlity,
there was nothing to do but stay. Sew
anty miles across the uncharted ridges
On snowshOes is an undertaking for
which even q mountaineer has no
fondness. It might be the wisest thing,
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