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t inter a quarrel with David； at public getherin's； an' kill him in sech a way ez ter have a plea o' self…defense ter cla'r themselves on； but David tuck too good keer o' hisself ter git ketched that a…way； an' he hurt one o' the bullies so bad thet he niver quite got over hit。 He an' Kunnel Pennington leveled ther weepons on each other at a barbecue near London last Fall； but the bystanders interfered； an' prevented bloodshed fur a time。〃
〃When the war broke out； we never believed hit would reach us。 Thar mout be trouble in Louisville and Cincinnatisome even thought hit likely that thar would be fouten' in Lexingtonbut way up in the mountings we'd be peaceable an' safe allers。 Our young men formed theirselves inter a company o' Home Gyards； an' elected my husband their Capting。 Kunnel Pennington gathered together 'bout a hundred o' the poorest； orneriest shakes on the headwaters； an' tuck them off ter jine Sidney Johnson； an' drive the Yankees 'way from Louisville。 Everybody said hit wuz the best riddance o' bad rubbish the country 'd ever knowed； and when they wuz gone our chances fur peace seemed better'n ever。
〃All the flurry made by ther gwine 'way hed died down； an' ez we heered nothin' from 'em； or the war； people's minds got quiet ag'in； an' they sot 'bout hurryin' up their Spring work。
〃One bright； sweet mornin' in May； I wuz at my work in the yard with Fortnerthet wuz my son's namefixin' up the kittles ter dye some yarn fur a coat fur him。 Husband 'd went ter the other side o' the hill； whar the new terbacker ground wuz； ter cut out some trees that shaded the plants。 The skies wuz ez bright an' fa'r ez the good Lord ever made 'em。 I could heah the ringin' o' David's ax； ez he chopped away； an'h hit seemed ter be sayin' ter me cheefully all the time： 'Heah I amhard at work。' The smoke from some brush…piles that he'd sot afire riz up slowly an' gently； fur thar wuz no wind a…stirring。 The birds sung gayly 'bout their work o' nest…buildin'； an' I couldn't help singin' about mine。 I left the kittles fur a minnit ter run down the gyardin walk； ter see how my bed o' pinks wuz comin' out； an' I sung ez I run。
〃Jest then a passel o' men come stringin' up the road ter the bars。 They looked like some o' them that Kunnel Pennington tuck 'way with him； but they rid better critters then any o' them ever hed； an' they were dressed in a sorter soljer…cloze； an' all o' 'em toted guns。
〃Something sent a chill ter my very heart the moment I laid eyes on 'em。 Hit a'most stopped beatin' when I see Kunnel Bill Pennington a little ways behind 'em； with a feather in his hat； an' sword an' pistols in his belt。 When they waited at the bars fur him ter come up； I knowed instantly what they were arter。
〃'Fortner；' I said ter my son； tryin' ter speak ez low ez possible； 'Fortner； honey； slip back through the bushes ez quick ez the Lord'll let ye； an tell yer daddy that Bill Pennington an' his gang air heah arter him。 Sneak away； but when ye air out o' sight； run fur yer life； honey。'
〃He turned ter go； but tat that minnit Bill Pennington shouted out：
〃'Stop thar！ Don't ye send thet boy away！ Ef he moves a step； I'll put a bullet through his brain！' Fortner would've run in spite o' him； but I wuz so skeered for him thet I jumped ter his side an' ketched his arm。
〃'Keep quiet； honey；' I said。 'Likely they won't find yer daddy at all。'
〃Vain hope！ Ez I spoke； the sound o' David's ax rung out clearly and steadily。 The cannons at Wildcat； yesterday； didn't sound no louder ter me。 I could even tell that he wuz choppin' a beech tree。 The licks was ex a…sharp an' ringin' ez ef the ax struck iron。
〃Bill Pennington lit offen his beast； an' walked toward me； with his sword a…clatterin' an' his spurs a…jinglin'。
〃'Whar's that Yankeefied scalawag of a husband o' your'n？ Whar's Dave Brill？' he said savagely。
〃Hit seemed ter me that every stroke from over the hill said ez plainly ez tongue could utter words： 'Heah I am。 Come over heah！' I tried ter gain time ter think o' something。
〃'He started this mornin' on Roan Molly fer Mt。 Vernon； to 'tend court；' I said； knowin' thet I didn't dare hesitate ter make up a story。
〃'Kunnel； thet air's a lie；' said Jake Johnson； who knowed us。 'Thar's Dave Brill's Roan Molly over thar； in the pasture。'
〃'An' this hain't court…day in Mt。 Vernon； neither；' said another。
〃'I know your husband's on the place； I wuz tole so this mornin'；' said Kunnel Bill。 'Hit'll be much better fur ye； ef ye tell me whar he is。 Hit'll at least save yer house from bein' sot afire。'
〃Ring！ ring！ went David's ax； ez ef hit war a trumpet； shoutin' ter the whole world： 'Heah I am。 Come over heah！'
〃'Ye kin burn our house ef yer that big a villain；' I said； 'but I can't tell ye no different。'
〃'Kunnel； thet's him a…choppin' over thar；' said Jake Johnson。 'I know he's cl'ared some new ground fur terbacker on thet air hill…side。'
〃'I believe hit is；' said Kunnel Bill； listenin' a minnit。 'Parker； ye an' Haygood go over thar an' git him； while some o' the rest o' ye look 'bout the stable an' fodder…stack thar。 Mind my orders； an' see thet they are carried out。'
〃His manner made me fear everything。 A thought flashed inter my mind。 Thar wuz thet horn thar。〃Harry followed her eyes with his； and saw hanging on hooks against the wall one of the long tin horns； used in the South to call the men…folks of the farms to their meals。 It was crushed and battered to uselessness。〃I thought I'd blow hit an' attract his attention。 He mout then see them a…comin' an' git away。 I ran inter the house an' snatched the horn down； but afore I could put hit ter my lips； Bill Pennington jerked hit 'way from me； an' stamped on hit。
〃'Deb Brill；' said he； with a mortally hateful look； 'yer peart an' sassy an' bold； an' hev allers been so； an' so 's yer Yankeefied husband。 Ye've hed yer own way offentoo offen。 Now I'll heve mine； an' wipe out some long…standin' scores。 Dave Brill hez capped a lifetime o' plague an' disturbance ter his betters； by becomin' a trator to his country； an' inducin' others ter be traitors。 He must be quieted。 come out an' listen。'
〃He pulled me out inter the yard。 Dave wuz still choppin' away。 Fur nearly every day fur night thirty years； the sound o' his ax hed been music in my ears。 I had larned to know hit； even afore we wuz lovers； fur his father's land jined my father's； an' hit seems ter me that I could tell he note o' his ax from thet o' everybody else； a'most ez airly ez I could tell a robin's song from a blackbird's。 Girl； woman； wife an' mother； I hed listened to hit while I knit； wove； or spun； every stroke minglin' with the sounds o' my wheel or loom an' the song o' the birds； an' tellin' me whar he wuz； an' thet he wuz toilin' cheefully fur me an' mine。
〃Now； fur the fust time in all these years； hits steady strong beat brought mis'ry ter my ears。 Hit wuz ez the tollin' of bell fur some one not yit dead。 My heart o'ny beat ez fast ez he chopped。 Hit would give a great jump when the sound o' the blow reached me； an' then stand still until the next one came。
〃At last came a longO； so long pause。
〃'They've got thar；' said Bill Pennington； cranin' forward his head ter ketch the fust sound。 'He's seed 'em； an' is tryin' ter git 'way。 But he kin never do hit。 I know the men I sent ter do the job。'
〃Two rifle shots sounded a'most together； an' then immediately arter wuz a couple o' boastful Injun…like yells。
〃'Thar； Deb； heah thet？ Ye'r a widder now。 Be thankful thet I let ye off so easy。 I ought by rights ter burn yer house； an' put thet boy o' your'n whar he'll do no harm。 but this'll do fur an example ter these mounting traitors。 They've lost their leader； an' ther hain't no one ter take his place。 They'll know now thet we're in dead airnest。 Boys； go inter the house an' git all the guns thar is thar； an' what vittles an' blankets ye want； but make haste； fur we must git away from heah in a hurry。'
〃I run ez fast ez my feet'd carry me to whar David lay stone dead。 Fortner saddled his colt an' galloped off ter his cousin Jim Fortner's； ter rouse the Home Gyard。 The colt reached Jim's house； bekase hits mammy wuz thar； but my son never did。 In takin' the shortest road； he hed ter cross the dangerousest ford on the Rockassel。 The young beast wuz skeered nigh ter death； an' hits rider wuz drowned。〃
Chapter XIII。 〃An Apple Jack Raid。〃
This kind o' sojerin' ain't a mite like our October trainin'； A chap could clear right out from there； ef it only looked like rainin'； And the Cunnels； too； could kiver up their shappoes with bandanners； An' send the Insines skootin' to the bar…room； with their banners； （Fear o' gittin' on 'em spotted；） an' a feller could cry quarter Ef he fired away his ramrod arter tu much rum an' water。 James Russel Lowell。
The morning after the battle； Kent Edwards was strolling around the camp at Wildcat。 〃Shades of my hot…throated ancestors who swallowed several fine farms by the tumblerful； how thirsty I am！〃 he said at length。 〃It's no wonder these Kentuckians are such hard drinkers。 There's something in the atmosphere