swift, some hawgs, stray, half grown, "bout twenty shoats feedin" in the woods--my rustlin" in the bushes skeered "em I reckon--they sot out to run, possessed by the devil, like them the Scriptur" tells about." She paused again, panting, her hand to her heart.
The disaffected juryman turned to one side, recrossing his legs, and spitting disparagingly on the ground. "She can"t swear them hawgs war possessed by the devil," he said in a low tone to his next neighbor.
"Oh, why not," exclaimed the girl, "when we know so many men air possessed by the devil,--why not them shoats, bein" jes" without clothes, an" without the gift o" speech to mark the diff"unce!"
She paused again, and the coroner, standing a trifle back of her chair, shook his head at the obstructive juryman, and asked her in a commonplace voice what the hogs had to do with it.
"That"s what I wanter know!" she cried, half turning in her chair to look up at him. "I started "em, an" I be at the bottom o" it all, ef it"s like I think,--_me_, yearnin" ter look at the old witch-face! The hawgs run through the woods like fire on dry gra.s.s, an" I be "feared they skeered the stranger man"s horse--he had none whenst I seen him, though. I hearn loud talkin", or hollerin", a cornsiderable piece off, an" then gallopin" hoofs"--
"More horses than one, do you think?" demanded the coroner.
"Oh, how kin I swear to that? I seen none. Fur when I got thar, this man war lyin" in the herder"s trail, bruised and b.l.o.o.d.y--oh, like ye see--an" his eyes opened; an" he gin a sort o" gasp whenst I tuk his han"--an" he war dead. An" I skeered the hawgs, an" they skeered his horse, an" he killed him; an" I be "sponsible fur it all, an" I wisht ye"d hang me fur it quick, an" be done with it!"
She burst into sobs once more, and hid her face on her arm on the back of the chair. Then, suddenly lifting her head, she resumed: "I jes"
called and called Ben, an" bein" he hain"t never fur off, he hearn me, an" kem. An" then he rid fur the neighbors, an" kem down the valley arter you-uns," with a side glance at the coroner. "An" he lef" me a shootin"-iron, in case of a fox, or a wolf, or suthin" kem along.
"Bout sunset the neighbors kem. An" till then I sot thar keepin"
watch, an" a-viewin" the witch-face "crost the Cove, plumb till the sun went down."
She bowed her head again on her arm, and a momentary silence ensued.
Then the coroner, clearing his throat, said rea.s.suringly, "Thar ain"t nuthin" in the witch-face, nohow. It"s jes" a notion. Man and boy, I have knowed that hillside fur forty year, an" I never could see no witch-face; it"s been p"inted out ter me a thousand times."
She looked at him in dumb amazement for a moment; then broke out, "Waal, what would ye think ef ye hed seen, like me, the witch-face shining in the darkest night, nigh on ter midnight, like the ole "oman had lighted her a candle somewhars,--jes" shinin", an" grinnin", an"
mockin", plain ez daybreak? That"s what _I_ hev viewed--an" I "low ter view it agin--oh, I do, I do!"
He looked at her hard, but he did not say what he thought, and the faces of the jurymen, which had implied a strong exception to his declaration of skepticism touching the existence of the ominous facial outline on the hillside, underwent a sudden change of expression. She was hardly responsible, they considered, and her last incredible a.s.sertion had gone far to nullify the effect of her previous testimony. She was overcome by the nervous shock, or had told less than she knew and was still concealing somewhat, or was so credulous and plastic and fanciful as to be hardly worthy of belief. She was dismissed earlier than she had dared to hope: and with this deterioration of the testimony of the witness who was nearest the time and place of the disaster, the jury presently went to work to evolve out of so slender a thread of fact and so knotty a tangle of possibility their verdict.
For a long time, it seemed to the curious without, and to the agitated, nervous witnesses peering through the unc.h.i.n.ked logs of the wall, they sat on their comfortless perch, half crouching forward, and chewed, and discussed the testimony. There were frequent intervals of silence, and in one of these Con Hite was disturbed to see the sketch of the "witch-face" once more pa.s.sed from hand to hand. They grew to have a harried, baited look; and after a time, the rain having slackened, they came out in a body, and walked to and fro quite silently in the clearing, chewing their quids and their knotty problem, with apparently as much chance of getting to the completion of the one as of the other. They were evidently refreshed, however, by the change of posture and scene, for they soon resumed the subject and were arguing anew as they paused upon the bluff, their gestures wonderfully distinct, drawn upon the sea of mist that filled the valley below and the air above. It revealed naught of the earth, save here and there a headland, as it were, thrusting out its dark, narrow, attenuated demesne into the impalpable main. Further and further one might mark this semblance of a coast-line as the vapor grew more tenuous, till far away the series of shadowy gray promontories alternating with the colorless inlets was as vague of essence as the land of a dream. Near at hand, a cuc.u.mber-tree, with its great broad green leaves and its deep red cones, leaning over the rocks, and spanning this illusive gray landscape from the zenith to the immediate foreground, gave the only touch of color to the scenic simulacrum in many a gradation of neutral tone. The jurymen hovered about under the boughs for a time, and then came back, still hara.s.sed and anxious, to their den, with perhaps some new question of doubt. For those without could perceive that once more they were crowding about the bier and talking together in knots. Again they called in the country physician who had testified earlier, an elderly personage, singularly long and thin and angular, but who had a keen, intent, clever face and the accent of an educated man. He seemed to reiterate some information in a clear, concise manner, and when he came out it was evident that he considered his utility here at an end, for he made straight for his horse and saddle.
A sudden sensation supervened among the outsiders,--a flutter, and then a breathless suspense; for within the inclosure, barred with the heavy shadows of the logs of the walls alternating with the misty intervals, could be seen the figures of the seven, successively stooping at the foot of the bier to sign each his name to the inquisition at last drawn up.
One by one they came slowly out, looking quite exhausted from their long restraint, the unwonted mental exercitations, and the nervous strain. Then it was developed, to the astonishment and disappointment of the little crowd, tingling with excitement and anxiety, that this doc.u.ment simply set forth the fact that at an inquisition holden on Witch-Face Mountain, Kildeer County, before Jeremiah Flaxman, coroner, upon the body of an unknown man, there lying dead, the jurors whose names were subscribed thereto, upon their oaths, did say that he came to his death from concussion of the brain consequent upon being thrown or dragged from his horse by means or by persons to the jury unknown.
There was a palpable dismay on Constant Hite"s expressive face. He had hoped that the verdict might be death by accident. Others had expected the implication of horse-thieves, of whose existence the jury being of the neighborhood were well advised, and the disappearance of the man"s horse might well suggest this explanation. The coroner would return this inquisition to the criminal court together with a list of the material witnesses. Thus the matter was left as undecided as before the inquest, the jeopardy, the terrors of circ.u.mstantial evidence, all still impending, dark with doom, like the black cloud which visibly overshadowed the landscape.
IV.
Since the knight-errantry of wolf and bear and catamount and fox has scant need of milestones, or signposts, or ferries, or the tender iteration of road-taxes, the casual glance might hardly perceive the necessity of opening a thoroughfare through this wilderness, for these freebooters seemed likely to be its chief beneficiaries. A more rugged district could not be found in all that ma.s.sive upheaval of rocks and tangled wooded fastnesses stretching from the northeast to the southwest some twenty miles, and known as Witch-Face Mountain; a more scantily populated region than its slopes and adjacent coves scarcely exists in the length and breadth of the State of Tennessee. The physical possibilities were arrayed against the project, so steep was the comblike summit on either side, so heavy and tortuous the outcropping rock that served as the bony structure of the great mountain ma.s.s. True, the river pierced it, the denudation of solid sandstone cliffs, a thousand feet in height, betokening the untiring energy of the eroding currents of centuries agone. This agency, however, man might not summon to his aid, being "the act of G.o.d,"
to use the pious language of the express companies to describe certain contingencies for which they very properly decline the responsibility. Against the preemptions of the gigantic forests and the gaunt impa.s.sable crags and the abysmal river might be enlisted only such enterprise as was latent in the male inhabitants of the vicinity over eighteen years of age and under fifty, thus subject to the duty of working on the public roads. Nevertheless, the county court had, in a moment of sanguine exuberance, entertained and granted an application from the adjacent landowners to order a jury of view to lay out a public road and to report at the next quarterly session.
Precursors of the jury of view in some sort two young people might have seemed, one afternoon, a fortnight, perhaps, after the inquest, as they pushed through the woody tangles to the cliffs high above the river, the opposite bank of which was much nearer than the swirling currents, crystal brown in the romantic shadows below. They walked in single file, the jury of view in their minds, and now and then referred to in their spa.r.s.e speech.
"Mought make it along hyar, Ben." The girl, in advance, paused, bareheaded, each uplifted hand holding out a string of her white sunbonnet, which, thus distended, was poised, winglike, behind the rough tangle of auburn hair and against the amber sky. She turned as she spoke, to face her companion, taking a step or two backward as she awaited his answer.
"Look out how ye air a-walkin", Narcissa! Ye"ll go over the bluff back"ards, fust thing ye know," the man called out eagerly, and with a break of anxiety in his voice.
She stretched the sunbonnet still wider with her upreaching arms, and with a smile of tantalizing glee, showing her white teeth and narrowing her brown eyes, she continued to walk backward toward the precipice,--with short steps, however; cautious enough, doubtless, but calculated to alarm one whose affection had given much acuteness to fear.
Still at too great a distance for interference, Ben affected indifference. "We-uns"ll hev the coroner"s jury hyar agin, afore the jury o" view, ef ye keep on; an" ye ain"t got on yer bes" caliker coat, noways."
He climbed swiftly up the ascent and joined her, out of breath and with an angry gleam in his eyes. But she had turned her face and steps in the opposite direction, the mirth of the situation extinguished for the present.
"Quit talkin" that-a-way "bout sech turr"ble, turr"ble things!" she cried petulantly, making a motion as if to strike him, futile at the distance, and with her frowning face averted.
"Sech ez yer new coat? I "lowed "t war the apple o" yer eye," he rejoined with a feint of banter.
She held her face down, with her features drawn and her eyes half closed, rejecting the vision of recollection as if it were the sight itself. "I can"t abide the name o" cor"ner"s jury,--I never wants ter hear it nor see it agin! I never shall furgit how them men all looked a-viewin" the traveler"s body what I fund dead in the road; they looked like jes" so many solemn, peekin", heejus black buzzards crowdin" aroun" the corpse; then a-noddin" an" a-whisperin" tergether, an" a-findin" of a verdic" ez they called it. They fund nuthin" at all. "T war _me_ ez done the findin". I fund the man dead in the road.
An" _I_ ain"t a-goin" ter be a witness no mo". Nex" time the law wants me fur a witness I"ll go ter jail; it"s cheerfuller, a heap, I"ll bet!"
As she still held her head down, her bonnet well on it now, her face with its _riant_ cast of features incongruously woebegone, overshadowed by the tragedy she recounted even more definitely than by the brim of her headgear or the first gray advance of the dusk, he made a clumsy effort to divert her attention.
"I "lowed ye war mightily in favor of juries; ye talk mighty nigh all day "bout the jury of view."
"I want a road up hyar," she exclaimed vivaciously, raising her eyes and her joyous transfigured face, "a reg"lar county road! In the fall o" the year the folks would kem wagonin" thar chestnuts over ter sell in town, an" camp out. An" all the mounting would go up an" down it past our big gate ter the church house in the Cove. I"d never want ter hear no mo" preachin". I"d jes" set on our front porch, an" look, an"
look, an" look!"
She cast up her great bright eyes with as vivid and immediate an irradiation as if the brilliant procession which she pictured deployed even now, chiefly in ox-wagons, before them. She caught off her bonnet from her head,--it seemed a sort of moral barometer; she never wore it when the indications of the inner atmosphere set fair. She swung it gayly by one string as she walked and talked; now and again she held the string to her lips and bit it with her strong, even teeth, reckless of the havoc in the clumsy hem.
"Then county court days,--goin" to county court, an" comin" from county court,--sech pa.s.sels an" pa.s.sels o" folks! I wisht we-uns hed it afore the jury o" view kem, so we-uns mought view the jury o"
view."
"It"s along o" the jury o" view ez we-uns will git the road,--ef we do git it," the young man said cautiously.
It was one of his self-imposed duties to moderate, as far as he might, his sister"s views, to temper her enthusiasms and abate her various and easily excited anger. He had other duties toward her which might be said to have come to him as an inheritance.
"Ben"s the boy!" his consumptive mother had been wont to say; "he"s sorter slow, but mighty sure. "Brag is a good dog, but Hold-Fast is a better." Ef he don"t sense nare "nother idee in this life, he hev got ter l"arn ez it"s his business ter take keer o" Nar"sa. Folks say Nar"sa be spoiled a"ready. So be, fur whilst Ben be nuthin" but a boy he"ll l"arn ter do her bid, an" watch over her, an" wait on her, an"
keer for her, an" think she be the top o" creation. It"ll make her proud an" headin", I know,--she"ll gin her stepmammy a sight o"
trouble, an" I ain"t edzactly lamentin" "bout"n that,--but Ben"ll take keer o" her all her life, an" good keer, havin" been trained ter it from the fust."
But his mother had slept many a year in the little mountain graveyard, and her place was still empty. The worldly wise craft of the simple mountain woman, making what provision she might for the guardianship of her daughter, was rendered of scant effect, since her husband did not marry again. The household went on as if she still sat in her accustomed place, with not one deficiency or disaster that might have served in its simple sort as a memorial,--so little important are we in our several spheres, so promptly do the ranks of life close up as we drop dead from their alignment.
The panoply against adversity with which Narcissa had been accoutred by a too anxious mother, instead of being means of defense, had become opportunities of oppression. Her brother"s affectionate solicitude and submissiveness were accepted as her bounden due, as the two grew older; her father naturally adapted himself to the predominant sentiment of the household; and few homes can show a tyrant more arrogant and absolute than the mountain girl whose mother had so predicted for her much hardship and harshness, and a troubled and subordinate existence.
It was with that instinct to guard her from all the ills of life, great and small, that Ben sought to prepare her for a possible disappointment now.
"Mought n"t git the road through, nohow, when all"s said," he suggested.
"What fur not?" she exclaimed, bringing her dark brows together above eyes that held a glitter of anger.
"Waal, some o" the owners won"t sign the application, an" air goin"
ter fight it in the Court."
She put her bonnet on, and looked from under its brim up at the amber sky. It was growing faintly green near the zenith, toward which the lofty topmost plumes of the dark green pines swayed. The great growths of the forest rose on every side. There was no view, no vista, save the infinitely repeated umbrageous tangle beneath the trees, where their boles stood more or less distinct or dusky till merged indefinitely into shadow and distance. Looking down into the river, one lost the sense of monotony. The ever-swirling lines of the current drew mystic scrolls on that wonderfully pellucid brown surface,--so pellucid that from the height above she could see a swiftly darting shadow which she knew was the reflection of a homeward-bound hawk in the skies higher yet. Leaves floated in a still, deep pool, were caught in a maddening eddy, and hurried frantically away, unwilling, frenzied, helpless, unknowing whither, never to return,--allegory of many a life outside those darkling solemn mountain woods, and of some, perhaps, in the midst of them. The reflection of the cliffs in the never still current, of the pines on their summits, of the changing sky growing deeper and deeper, till its amber tint, erstwhile so crystalline, became of a dull tawny opaqueness, she marked absently for a while as she cogitated on his answer.
"What makes "em so contrairy, Ben?" she asked at last.
"Waal, old man Sneed "lows thar"ll be a power o" cattle-thievin", with the road so open an" convenient. An" Jeremiah Sayres don"t want ter pay no road-taxes. An" Silas Boyd "lows he don"t want ter be obligated ter work on no sech rough road ez this hyar one air obleeged ter be; an" I reckon, fust an" last, it _will_ take a power o" elbow grease."
He paused, and looked about him at the great shelving ma.s.ses of rock and the steep slants, repeated through leagues and leagues of mountain wilderness. Then seating himself on one of the ledges of the cliff, his feet dangling unconcernedly over the abysses below, he continued: "An" Con Hite,--he"s agin it, too."