The Snyder signal. (Snyder, Tex.) 1887-????, 1921-07-08

didn't fo'gt TO Ak what might be yore
name mister"
"Bin Dale" came qulckly-"BiIl
Dale. settlement? Surel Lead the
way. By Heck. who's the young WON
an was talking with when you came
'upr
"Whof Herr That's old Ben Little
ford's gyurl. Her names Babe. That's
what they call her. She's got another
mime; but II amt been used 10 ~
long its been fo'got, ! reckon. shes
the youngest one O. old Bens children.
She hain't like none q the rest q the
Littlefords. by gosh. she's awful high
headed. She can read good, Babe can.
Oid Major bradley, from down al Car
tersville In the lowland, he spends his
summers up here TO hls health, ana he
teached Babe how TO read. Fine fe''
Ter Major Bradley. Lawyer. Babe
she has done read everything In The
whole DANCED country. The's sev'rnl
Bibles. and book about Pilgrims
Progress, and a Bakers hoss AMI
Cam. hlmaneck, and a dlc-dic'lonnrl.
But we'd better light out TO the
settlement, Mr.. BIZ. or well miss din
uer mebbe I'm a plumb DANCED fool
about satin'. ct twenty-five biscuits
o. nour-bread this mornin' 10 brenk'
fus'. nsides whole billed hamshaDk.
and other things accoriiD. It's the
dyin truth! Come on, MIR. BIZ"
they went down 10 the creek,
crossed II on stones, ana began 10
climb the low cifr.
After an hours travelling Heck
stopped IN the trail and put the butt
OF his rife 10 the ground.
Prom right here. Blll." he said, I'VE
can see every house IN the whole
DANCED settlement"
rhey were standing on the crest OF
David Morelhnd's mountain. Below
them lay broad valley cbecsercd
with small farms; and each farm had
it's log cabin. its log barn and It's apple
orchard Beyond Il all rose The great
ami majestic Big Pine, which wns
higher aud more rugged with cliffs
than David Moreland's mountain.
The Morelands lives on ths SIDE o
the river and the l.ittlefords lives on
van side" drawled Heck. '"fhey don't
never have nothing 10 do with each
other, but they don't hardly ever night;
they're all ~lrappln' big men, and ihoN
fights 81 DANCED hard iLdon't pay. Ny
gosh. Bill every man Of en- can shoot
yHats eyeash Off at four hundred
yards wisht may drap dead ef
they cniBtl DO We see that big cabin
right plumb In the middle q the nigh
half - the settlement, BIZ Wei. ih,
boss a the Morelands he lives thar
John horeland. That's whsr you want
to go Bin, sence we've got u oncyor-
abb. case o. the disease EnoweG ~
Goa on-the.brnin. But | can tell ye
Hforthsnd. you Amt got enough money
to buy that coal, done matter hoa
much money we've got
Dale was not looking toward John
Morsisnd's home now. His gaze had
wandered 10 the other side ~ ia,
river. ny Heck waited = full mInni.
for reply 20 his speech, then he
spoke again:
The gyurl. or the Goals bat
what's n-bothsrIn' We, Bllf"
DHles eyes twlnkled. Must chooS,
between ihenT' he laughed.
shore :" BY Heck wasn't even sinll
iur shore The Morelands 6uo
lhtl.furdS hates each other wuss uoi
a bluetailed hawk hates d crow. The
gyurl. or 'hc coal, Billf"
wen 20 down to John MoreIaud's.'
announced Dale.
The mountaincer took ~ his rife
Let me 81 We word or Two o warn
u'." he continued seriously. Don't
,ou "nor TO pay John MoroIand f0
rr'iu MIS- grub, nor 90 sleepln' In hi'
bed. uur tn' chawin' his .obacEer ~
We do NOR. goose viii shore be cooscc
with John Morelaud. But cf We WAS
to hrar "a The vittles little, John,
wife a-utiu' powful handy In ,h,
kitchen, Il wouldn't de- DANCED 90
n harm. 30 ye understand il all nov
Biuf'
rHe nodded, and they began The &c
scent.
John Moreland's house was built oi
whole oak logs, which were ch.nkct
With uuk splits and daubcd IN betW,cu
with cluy; the roof was of saudmud,
boards, ana chimney ~ stones aa'
clay rn>e 40 either rnd.
John Moreland himself sat on jn
trent porch, and beside him lay re-
peatiug rife, two youus squirrels aha
lad hren very neatly shot through ih' |
head. aud weary plack-nnd.tai !
hound. he was an uncommoniy d., |
man. and about forty-seVen; ms ry,
were gray and keen; his thick hni' |
nnd full beard were rich brown VII |
only few threads of white. Thsr,
was certain English BneneSs uhov
~. 'rsn. une felt that he coUla 's,,-'
John Morelend.
A. he moonshlner anu biz eompn,
ION reached the gate horelNno rns.
,nd pushed his hat back from his fon
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