The Bemidji daily pioneer. [volume] (Bemidji, Minn.) 1904-1971, 1922-02-03
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CHAPTER III
Goliath Of the Hills,

Goliath Of the Hills.
Dale awoke a little after daybreak.
arose and dressed himself, and went
out. BY way Of the door beside the
huge stone-and.clay chimney.
The mountain air was bracing. Dale
threw out his chest and started eager
~ for walk.
The road led past the cabin Of
Grandpap MOreland. When Dale was
directly In front of the log house, he
saw the aged mOuDtalneer standing on
a rickety sawhorse beside the stone
step at the narrow porch; Grandpap
Moreland was helping gray cat down
from the roof.
''AIornin'! 1 was jest a-takin', that
thar CLUSTERED old pest down often the
roof. I've; took him down every morn
IN MS regular as make fires, TO- three
year or more. Ef it wasn't bad luck
to kill a cat, T. shoot him, mebbe.",
After break fasting with John More
land, Bill Dale borrowed fishing-tackle
from his host, and set out alone for
the little river. :;
There were many shoals and rapids,
and he went almost half a mile before
he found place to his liking. 1t was
d beautiful spot. Above, the water
poured between two great boulders
with a gentle roar; below. 1t Swallowed
out over round stones. Overhead
lowered tall white sycamores.
Not until he had put mlnnow on
the hook and cast 1t out did he see
that he was not alone at the pool. On
the other side. less than sixty feet
away, Babe LittlefOrd sat on n stone
the size Of small barrel; she held
q cane fishing-rod In her hands. and
her bare feet were in the water to her
ankles. She WINS looking squarely to-
ward Dale, and there was something
akin to reproachful anger tn her long
brown eyes.
Good morning." called Dale. lifting
bis hat. '''"'>''r' 'sA-,r" ~-'
There was no reply. There was not
even change OF countenance. Again
Dale called his friendly greeting, and
again there was no8leply. It piQued
Dale. e, ,r -,
A few yards down the stream the
white body of sycamore 10y from
one bank TO the other; It had been
blown there, by a recent storm. Dale
wound his line, went down and crossed
by means Of the PROSTATE tree.
She didn't even look around when
he walked up to her and spoke again.
1t struck him as being decidedly odd.
Il say" he told her. you're as
chatty as a set Of stencils. You
mustn't talk 50 much. y'know." "
Her eyes smiled at the river, but
Dale couldn't see her eyes.
do you like violets, Miss Little
ford7" he asked next. 49,.
In the black. mica-starred soil at
his feet grew a carpet Of the finest
:violets he had ever seen. Babe let the
tip, Of her, cane rod fall into, the water
Ind looked around. :, - ,+ t2s.,.,s.ts
ut sounds funny to hear a man talk
o. sech little things as vi'lets." she de.
Shared. Most g. mep, don't think o.
Hothin' but workin'. huntin'. fghtin'
and eatin;s I'm a little: mad at you
I went home yeste' day-and Il 'think
4 run might nigh the whole six mile
and fixed up.'dinner. TO- you, cause
understood you was a-comin' to oul
thousand you went to them low
down Morelandsw
{ II beg pardon," he said contritely
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 o
raklsh old hill song, and the voic'
WAS that Of the lanky moonshiner., b,
Heck 49,:
Il "Oh. when die, don't-a bury me deep,
Put no tombstone at my head and feet
81 Put a.bear's jawbone in my right hand
On my way to the Promised Ia-a-and
Oh. On my way to the Promises
ss Land .-. a-r',