The Bienville Democrat. [volume] (Arcadia, Bienville Parish, La.) 1912-1980, 1921-08-04

boards, and chimney Of stones and
clay rose at either end.
John Moreland himself sat on tn
front porch, and beside him lay a re-
peating rifle, two young squirrels that
had been very neatly shot through the
head, and a weary black-and-tan
hound. He was an uncOmmonly big
man, and about fOrty-seven; his eyes
were gray and keen; his thick hair
and full beard were a rich brown, with
only a few threads Of white. There
was a certain English tineness 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, John," grinned Heck. "This
here Teller wants to stay with We
few days, John. Seems to be all
right"
Come right in," invited the chief
Of the MOrelands. He indicated the
homemade chair he had just vacated.
"Set down thar and rest, stranger. I'll
be back in 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. "Pepper-cyored ham,
young chicken, hot biscuits, fresh but
ter, wild honey, huckleberry pie and
peach pie and strawberry preserves
Bill, | CANT hardly stand it. Blast my
picture eff l 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 half 4
mile, we and my nav. Come to see
me, Bill, and We'll 60 a-tishin'. So
long, Bill old boy"
John Moreland returned presently.
The man from the city rose and prof
fered his hand.
my name," he began, old habit
strong upon him, us Carlyle"
Before he could get any farther with
1t, John Moreland flung the hand from
him as though it were thing of un'
speakable contamination. His bearded
. face went deathly white with the
, whiteness of an old and bitter hatred
His great fists clenched, and every
+ muscle in his giant body trembled.
Y whats the matter, MANI? Dale
i wanted to know.
! Carlyle" Moreland repeated in
e hoarse growl. you say yore name Il
t Carlyle!"
s "Yes," wonderingly, "but that's onl,
s a part of it. My name is Carlyle viii
burton Dale-Bill Dale. What's tn
} matter:'
n did you come from West Vii
t ginny?" sharply.
Ii Dale gave the name of his HON
:; town and state.
y That's difrent." The mountain
y eer's cOuntenance became lighter
Vt "This man I'm a-thinkin' about, h
d was from West Virginny. l hope 20
# won't hold nothin' agin me TO actil
n I'D that away. couldn't hep it, SHORE
III if seems. You'll know how ! felt whe
he tell We about it, Mr.. Dale. owe
- to We to explain. Jest a minute"
1t He stepped into the cabin an
r. brought out another chair, sat dow
IS heavily and crossed his legs. Dial
'e too, sat down.
" "The mountain you had to CON
W over to come here, Mr.. Dale" Nor
land began, his big voice filled wit
IN an old, old sorrow, us knOWed as D.
al vid Moreland's mountain mostly b
ne cause David MOreland is buried in II
very highest place on top OF it, hi
\ and his wife. He was my brother, al
\ was the best brother man ever ha
~ It was allus the talk O the neighbo
II hood how much we liked each Othe
y Up ontel the time he was married
went with him whar he went, end
went with me whar l went. I'd fig
II fo' him. and he'd fight TO- me. Il
hard to tell, even after this lol
Il time. -.
David, he was. a strappin big ma
III like all O. the Morelands. He W
about yore size, and grey.eyed Ii
" you, and he had brown hair like y(
\ When you walked up to the gate,
J made me think O him the day he W
married.; he was all dressed up
h dark blue like you. -. Then DAY
On he went up here one summer a
W found this vein O. coal. He got la
VI full p'session O the mountain, a
moved his wife up here. The rest
rs lived over in the Laurel Fork COZ
N try then.
Zone day I got letter from Dav
which said that a man named John
|lV Carlyle was a-goin' to buy his mo-
tain and the coal, and said that
Yep wife was pow'ful sick. A week la
en-. she died, and left "a baby which di
too, accordin' to a old lnjun by
name O Cherokee Joe, who know
NV W. nv pap and knowed David. And
40 month later we was all dragged fr
10. our beds by this same Cherokee ]
' tellin' us that Carlyle had shot Da,
,.o Carlyle, Cherokee Joe said,
a.drinkin' hard. The lnjun seed
MI, shootin' through window.
md 1T was might nigh to three d
nor later when we got here and TO,
rhe pore David a.layin' whar he'd
We secured the mountains TO m