The Bienville Democrat. [volume] (Arcadia, Bienville Parish, La.) 1912-1980, 1921-08-11

O. sech little things as vi'lets," she de-
clared. Most @ men don't think O
nothin' but workin', huntin', 'lghtln
and eatin'. I'm a little mad at you!
I went home yeste'day-and | think
run might nigh the whole six mile
and fixed up dinner TO you, cause l
understood you was a-comin to our
house-and you went to them low
down Morelands"
81 beg pardon" he said contrltely;
didn't know you were especially ex'
recting me. had business" he added,
with John Moreland."
There came to his ears from some
where down the river the chorus OF
a rakish old hill song, and the voice
was that of the lanky moonshiner, by
Heck
ooh, when I die, don't-a bury me deep,
Put no tombstone at my head and 1eet
Put a bears jawbone in my right hand
On my way to the Promised La-a-and
Oh! On my way to the PROMISED
Land"
A few minutes later there appeared
on the Moreland side Of the river tn
singer Of the rakish old song; he hat
a minnow pail in one hand and whlt'
hickory rod in the other.
Hi, thar, Bill, old boy!" he yelled
Hi, thar, Babe! Either Of ye'un
ketched anything?"
Ben Littleford's daughter held up
fish proudly. Heck slapped his thig
with his SLOUGH hat.
"Good TO- you" he exclaimed. "B'1
they amt a-bitin' jest right. IN
moons wrong, and the signs is wron'
TO fishin'.'
At that instant John Moreland al
peared at Heck's side. He seemed yer
!, serious about something.
'Bill Dale" he called, come oVf
j here"
Wondering, Dale put down his re
!. and turned to obey. Two minutes lat'
l he stood before John Moreland.
: 81 Jest wanted to tell ye," and Il
mountaineer almost closed one ale
r grey eye, "'at ye're purity shore
7. git into trouble over thar
"I'm an able:bodied man," Dale
# turned smilingly.
It "You shore are,' frowned Morelar
q 'but mebbe you amt used to durn
hard fightin'."
e, Not used to hard fighting! Dali
o. smile broadened. Once he had Whip
a heavyweight pugilist; and he h
"a fought as a matter Of principle, a
n. not for money or prestige.
~ Moreland suddenly jerked one thu
~ toward the other side of the strea
ed Dale looked and saw, standing bes
'd Babe Littleford, quite formula
to man. lie had the height and bread
as almost, of a Goliath. He was bla
ne eyed and black-haired. and his tn
OF short beard was curled like the h
between a bulls horns. In one M
In, he carried a repeating rifle as ligl
ng as though It were a mere straw
One of his great arms sudde
ln' Strengthened toward Dale, and a W
as gruf as the growl Of bear $
hotly:
"What was you a.doin' here a'tal
to my gyurl?'
Babe Littleford looked angry. l
ak, flushed, then went pale.
ent 81 have a habit Of talking
the whom please he said evenly.
Spoke like man," drawled
ale anky Heck in very low tone.
'er- Goliath of the hills stared unbe
ingly. Dale said in an underton'
OF John Moreland: rs it that. Ball
vas low?'
ne eyes" answered the hillman;
OH Black Adam Ball"
one Ball dropped his rifle to
pap violets, slowly clenched his huge
'"h hairy hands, and thrust his bea
Jaw out aggressively.
'lla' II dare We over here, We pink
'ne ard!" he challenged.
orn' IF you have any business with
lree come over here and transact II"
luck retorted. II won't rum"
"That's Moreland TERRITORY,
oie' objected. "But I'll meet We half