The Chesterfield advertiser. [volume] (Chesterfield C.H., S.C.) 1884-1978, 1921-06-30
climb the low ciin.

"t'rom right here. BILL" he said, I'VE
can see every house In the whole
DANCED settlement"
They were standing on the crest of
David Morelands mountain. Below
them lay a broad valley checkered
with small farms; and each farm had
Its log cabin, its log barn and its apple
orchard. Beyond II all rose the great
and majestic Big Pine, which was
higher and more rugged with cliffs
than David Moreland's mountain.
THE Morelands lives on this side O.
the river, and the Littlefords lives on
yan side," drawled Heck. "They don't
never have nothing to do with each
other, but they don't hardly ever fight
they're all strappin big men, and they
tights so DANCED hard 1t don't pay. My
gosh. Bill, every man Of 'em can shoot
gnat's eyelash OF at four hundred
yards wisht 1 may drap dead eff
they cain'tI Do ye see that big cabin
right plumb In the middle O the nigh
half O. the settlement, Bin7 Well, the
boss o the Morelands he lives thar
John Moreland. That's whar you want
to go, Bill, sence ye've got a oncyor-
able case o the disease knowed as
coai-on-the-brain. But can tell ye
aforehand. you amt got enough money
to buy that coal, don't matter how
much money we've got"
Dale was not looking toward John
Moreland's home now. His gaze had
wandered to the other side of the
river. BY Heck waited full minute
Tor a reply to his speech, then he
spoke again:
1.-The gyurl, or the coal-is that
what's a-botherin' ye, Bfll2"
Dale's eyes twinkied. Must l choose
between them2" he laughed.
"Shorc" By Heck wasn't even slnil-
It's. "Shore! The Moreands and
l.!ttIefords hates each other wuss nor
a blue-tailed hawk hates q crow. The
Gyurl. or the coal, BinT
We'll go down to John Moreland's,"
announced Dale.
The mountaineer took up his rifle.
Let me gi' ye word or two O. warn
In" he continued seriously. Don't
you offer to pay John Moreland TO-
eatin' his grub. nor TO sleepin' in his
bed, nor To- chawin' his tobacker. Ell
We do, yore goose will shore be cooked
with John Moreland. But ef ye was
to brag on the vittles q little, Johns
wife a-bein' pow'ful handy In the
Kitchen, 1t wouldn't do a DANCED bit
O harm. Do ye understand it all now,
Bill"
Dale nodded. and they began the de-
scent.
John Moreland's house was built of
whole oak logs, which were chinked
with oak splits and daubed In between
with clay; the roof was of handmade
boards, and chimney of stones and
clay rose at either end.
john Moreiund himself sat ON lin.
front porch, and beside him lay a re-
peating rifle, two young squirrels that
had been very neatly shot through the
mead, and weary black-and-tan
Mound. He was an uncommonly big
man. and about forty-seven; his eyes
were gray and keen; his thick hair
and full beard were q rich brown. with
only a few threads of white. There
was certain English fineness about
the man. One felt that he could trust
John MOreland.
AS the mOonshiner and his compan.
Ion reached the gate MOreland rose
and pushed his hat back from his fore
head.
"Hi. Jonn," grinned ieck. "rn,s
here feiler wants to stay with ye n
Few days. John. Seems 70 he all
right"
Come right in." invited the chief
OF the 'A1Orclands. He Indicated the
home-mndc chair he had jast vacated.
Sci down thar and rest, stranger. I'll
De back Iii minute or So"
He fastened into the cabin. carrying
the squirrels with him.
Hes went to tell his wife to hatch
up eXtry good dinner. Bill" whis-
pered Heck. "PeDper-cyored ham,
young chicken, hot biscuits, fresh but
ter wild honey, huckleberry pie and
peach pie and strawberry preserves
Bill. caint hardly stand IL. Blast NV
picture ef I couldn't eat two whole
raw dawgs right now, I'm that ding
busted hOngry. Well. l got to ramble
on home. live down the river naIf q
mile. we ind my nav. Come to see
rne. BIN and Wen go a-fshin'. So
long, Bill old boyl"
John Morelnn" ..."n uresentIv
The man from the city r,,se and pr0i.
tered his hand.
MY name" he began, old habit
strong upon him, "is Carlyle
Before he could get any farther with
1t, John MOreland flung the hand from
him as though 1t were a thing of un-
s2eakable contamination. His bearded
face went deathy 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 to know.
Carlyle" Moreand repeated in g
hoarse growl. You say yore name is
Carlylel"
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