New-York tribune., 1922-08-20

JANUS He - "a AiS1 ktkat1 kASNS~sssA NJ s--'sr
hospitality which sees nothing, hears nothing
and answers no questions.
"They WIZ stillin' In these parts before the
war with the states. Yeah, they allus has
been as fer back ais ever hyeard tell of. =
A grizzied, keen-eyed old Tennessee noun
taineer gazed reminisccntly across the river
bottoms and foothills TO the Great Smokes in
CarTina.
aEf man makes good lkker. like ! alius
doreo--the bent old shoulders Strengthened
"and drinks hit peaceable-like and don't do no
shootin' an carousin' eroun', then ! looks at
it that hit amt nobody's bizness. drunk
many drap, but they can't nobody speak the
truth an say they ever seen zeke Newport
drunk
If Uncle Zeke were asked about the three
mile limit he might low hit had sonethin' 10
do with the new railroad; they been crew
surveyin' through hyear." They are always
surveying up there.
Bowed little forward in sagging, honne-
made chair, which was polished and rickety
from years Of use, Uncle Zeke sat on his high,
narrow porch and continued his discourse
on likker."
esWines for Sickness, Wsddin's
And the Like o. That"
II ust to make leetle whisky ever fall
along purity soon after Gavin shuckin'. An
brandy, I ginerally made some Of hit, too.
My ole woman, she allus has some blackberry
wine fer sickness and weddin's and the like
o. that"
As he talked his big, toil-knotted hands
rested on the front posts of the low chair and
now and then he leisurely swung foot
weighted with heavy brogan. Honeysuckle
and morning-glories came up from the steep
little yard and matted themselves on the low
roof. Beds Of marigolds, touch-me-nots, lark
spur and sweet william went to the very edge
of the bluff to meet the ivy and rhododendron.
Below us Roaring Fork churned and foamed
on its way down to Paint Rock.
"But the way these young 'uns is a-makin'
of this turrble mean likker up ever creek an
holler and helm eroun' hyear reg'lar,
hits got SOS the revenuers is in these
mountains ever week, might nigh it. An hit
shorely hain't pleasn' to the Lord" pro-
nounced Uncle Zeke with deep conviction.
"Thet's the cause of such uncommon pore craps
an no fruit nowhares up hyear. an kin give
you the Scriptures on that"
This mountain patriarch believes that when
.axe Lin L.
has as much right to make whisky with it as
to have it ground for "cawn pone bread" He
holds to that as earnestly as he does the be-
lief that the farm he tis and pays taxes on
is not his to deed to any buyer.
"My pap gev this place to me an his pap
gev it to him. My Gran'pap Hope clear this
land when his folks come hyear from Virginny.
Hits mine to keep tell ! die, but hit hain't
mine to SELL"
The friend who stays overnight at Uncle
whisky, or perhaps brandy, for might
cap" and plenty more for an appetizer in the
morning. And since he knows his parting
guest must journey through a parched country
the old man usually sends him away with
something for companionship. But it is to be
hoped nobody will ever make the mistake Of
cuSiiikS 10 Duy any. just one Cnlug could De
worse-to insinuate that any Newport ever
= made anything but the "purest likker." Uncle
zeke still shoots his squirrels between the
n eyes,
Jess Lloyd did ask for permit to kill the
man who ruined his reputation for making
good whisky; but year in the penitentiary
had slowed up Jess's trigger finger little.
1t had been year and a day since Jess
was sentenced for noonshining. He was free,
but he wanted to see the Judge before he start
ed for sthe hills''
The judge, kindly soul, expected to hear
some word of penitence or promise of good
behavior in the future. Jess didn't keep him
long in doubt
Judge, come to ask you, sir, fer a permit
to shoot Sam Sexton.''
A Mount0ineer Learns of
The L0,U's Limitations
His honor had some curiosity as to why