Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1921-09-30

nsne j. lne ..--s ven III the VINO
country
Where did you get thisg~ Dale r
peated.
do We think" drawled the othe
"iat I'm plumb fool enough to II,
my find away 10 nothin'? been pol
all o my life. misterl"
How am | to know" frowned Dial,
that you've really got find?-
"Ye'd believe yore own two eye,
wouldn't ye?"
Yes" Dale agreed, I'D believe m
own two eyes. of course. What's you
name. and where are you from."
What do ] git outen it? / dom
own the mountain It's in, but it shor,
can be bought 70 fifteen cents a acre
And nobody knows about II but jest
me- 1t lays closer to the railroad an
this here Moreland vein, too. What
do git outen 1t. mister?"
The mountaineer seemed more hon
est than ever, but Dale was still ON
his guard. He asked again:
WHATS your name. and where are
you from7"
This time the answer came readily:
My name it's Walt Turner, and I'm
from Turner's Laurel. Madison county,
state o. Nawth CalIner. But my find
II amt nowhars clost to home. rTain't
no more'n about two hours o. walkin'
from right here. mister Eff you'd Jest
up and go along WI me, I'd show it TO
ye."
Dale considered. There might be a
considerable vein of this new coal.
Even II he was sent to the state peni-
tertiary for a term of years, Hayes
was entirely capable of carrying on the
mining operations.
I'D like to take my mining man,
Hayes"
mo" quickly objected Walt Tur-
ner. 81 don't want nobody else TO
know whar It's at but Jest you and |
me. That away, ye see, eff I'm treated
crooked I'll know edzaetly who done it
and I'll shore git you! But heerd
tell at you was pow'ful square mis-
ter"
Gould get back here before night
fall?"
Turner's eyes lighted. "Shore 7" -
Then lead the way" ordered Dale.
Walt Turner from Turner's laurel.
Madison county, state of North Caro-
ina, crossed the little creek on stones
IND went straight to the northeast. 4
Missing the Ball settlement by a good
nile, and hard on his heels followed
he Moreland Coal company's stalwart
eneral manager.
The way was exceedingly rough.
The two men climbed rugged Gins,
dreaded dense thickets of great laurel. :
fountain laurel, sheep laurel, and
bushes. They were one q
our In stretch of woods where the y
emlocks, poplars and hickories stood l
thickly that the interlacing branches q
verhead shut out completely the light II
the sun and half the light OF day. u
caring panther, or a wildcat, Dale I
ept his revolver loOsened and ready in d.
s holster. Walt Turner armed him kl
Elf with a long staff-for snakes, he
aid; and then he proved it by killing d.
RATHER that had eight rattles to its
ILL.,
But they travelled rapidly, notwith- as
anding the fact that the going was o'
fiicult; and two hours after the be- pr
inning of the little journey Dale saw III
fore him small and almost circular,
vel-bottomed basin walled In by low III
IFS. A small creek ran through this ca
sin and made two easy ways of en- wa
ance. In the hollow they saw clumps SCI
laurel and huckleberry bushes, and do
Id grasses knee-high; toward the
inter- stood solitary big and gnarled Ill
lck walnut tree. tw
They entered at the point at which
creek ran In, and went to the wal cai
[ tree. There Turner halted and apl
red Bill Dale with peculiar CLINT lou
his eyes. Dale was looking at the att
eyed walls OF stone. and at the wa
OK green forest that rose above NAT
I'm; he was marveliDg, as only a sta
lie lover OF beauty can marvel, at est
} wonderful grandeur of ii all. one
Walt Turner. OF Turner's Laurel.
ened his slit of a mouth and spake. per
ere's the kittyi"
Dale was brought out of his en-
ment most rudely. From behind 1ul
mps of laurel and huckleberry
shes, from the tall grasses, from lou
rywhere-it seemed from nowhere bai
here sprang dozens of Balls and OF
'reys with rifles in their hands pro
Dale had walked, as gently as a was
EN-, straight into trap. IL
lis right hand moved toward the mad
[ of his revolver. then dropped on
his side. 1t was foolish, worse que
n useless. TO show fight; dozens won
iiies were staring at him with their gree
wing. marderous eyes. and their drie
cts would riddle him If he showed was
I. He glanced toward Walt Tur- BAN
kinsman of the Balls. ing
urner was laughing openly. Pore OF
e kitty" gear
( ever | have the chance" NUT Ut