"_Narcissa!_" he cried, with the joy of delighted identification.
"She is the girl, then, that testified at the inquest. _Narcissa!_"
Hanway lifted his head, with a strong look of surly objection on his heavy features. Selwyn noted it with a glow of growing anger. He felt that he had said naught amiss. People could not expect their sisters to escape attracting notice, especially a sister with a remarkable name and endowed with a face like this one"s.
"Narcissa,--that"s an odd name," he said, partly in bravado, and partly in justification of the propriety of his previous mention of her. "I knew a man once named Narcissus. Must be the feminine of Narcissus. Good name for her, though." The recollection of the white flower-like face, the corolla of red-gold hair, came over him. "Looks just like "em."
Hanway, albeit all alert now, descried in this naught more poetical than the fact that Selwyn considered that his sister resembled a man of his acquaintance. As for that fairest of all spring flowers, it had never gladdened the backwoods range of his vision.
The exclusive tendency of the human mind is tested by this discovery of a casual resemblance to a stranger. One invariably sustains an affront at its mention. Whatever one"s exterior may be, it possesses the unique merit of being one"s own, and the aversion to share its traits with another, and that other a stranger, is universal. In this instance the objection was enhanced by the fact that the stranger was a man; _ergo_, in Hanway"s opinion, more or less clumsy and burly and ugly; the masculine type of his acquaintance presenting to his mind few of the superior elements of beauty. He resented the liberty the stranger took in resembling Narcissa, and he resented still more Selwyn"s effrontery in discovering the likeness.
"Not ez much alike ez two black-eyed peas, now. I reckon not,--I reckon not," he sneered, as he rose to bring his visit to an end.
His host"s words of incipient surprise were checked as Hanway slowly drew forth from his pocket a letter.
"Old man Binney war at the Cross-Roads Sad"day, an" he fotched up some mail fur the neighbors. He lef" this letter fur you-uns at our house, "lowin" ez I would fetch it over."
Selwyn sat silent for a moment. He felt that severe reprehension and distrust which a man of business always manifests upon even the most trifling interference with his vested rights in his own mail matter.
The rural method of aiding in distributing the mail was peculiarly unpalatable to him. He much preferred that his letters should lie in the post-office at the Cross-Roads until such time as it suited his convenience to saddle his horse and ride thither for them. The postmaster, on the contrary, seized the opportunity whenever responsible parties were "ridin" up inter the mounting" to entrust to them the neighborhood mail, thus expediting its delivery perhaps by three weeks, or even more, and receiving in every instance the benediction of his distant beneficiaries of the backwoods.
"I"ll write to the postmaster this very day!" Selwyn thought, as he tore the envelope open and mastered its contents at a swift glance. A half-suppressed but delighted excitement shone suddenly in his eyes, and smoothed every line of agitation and anxiety from his brow.
"I"m a thousand times obliged to you for bringing it," he exclaimed, "and for staying awhile and talking! I wish you would come again. But I"m coming to see you, to return your call." He laughed gayly at the sophisticated phrase. "Coming soon."
Hanway"s growl of pretended pleasure in the prospect was rendered nearly inarticulate by the thought of Narcissa. He had not antic.i.p.ated a return of the courtesy. He had no welcome for this stranger, and somehow he felt that he did not altogether understand Narcissa at times; that she had flights of fancy which were beyond him, and took a mischievous pleasure in tantalizing him, and was freakish and hard to control.
Moreover, under the influence of this reaction of feeling, a modic.u.m of his doubts of Selwyn had revived. Not that he suspected him, as heretofore, but a phrase that had earlier struck his attention came back to him. Selwyn had written, he said, to the traveler to come and "investigate," and he had hesitated and chosen his phrases, and half discarded them, and slurred over his statement. What was there to "investigate" in the mountains? What prospect of profit worth a long, lonely journey and a risk that ended in death? The capture of moonshiners was said to be a paying business, and an informer also reaped a reward. Hanway wondered if Con Hite could be the point of "investigation," if the dead man were indeed of the revenue force.
"Oh, you needn"t shut the door on me," Selwyn said, as they stood together in the pa.s.sage, and Hanway, with his instinct to cut him off, had made a motion to draw the door after him; "this mountain air is so bland, even when it is damp." He paused on the dripping threshold, with his hands in the pockets of his red jacket, and surveyed with smiling complacence the forlorn, weeping day, and the mountains cowering under their misty veil, and the sodden dooryard, and the wild rocks and chasms of the gorge, adown the trough of which a stream unknown to the dry weather was tumbling with a suggestion of flight and trouble and fear in its precipitancy. "I"m well, well as a bear; and I"m getting fat as a bear, doing nothing. Feel my arm. I"m just following the example of the bears about this time of the year,--hibernating, going into winter quarters. I"m going to get this place into good shape to sell some day. I have bought that land over there all down the gorge from Squire Helm; and last July I bought all that slope at the tax sale, but that is subject to redemption; and then I am trying to buy in the rear of my wigwam, too,--a thousand acres."
"Ye kin sell it higher ef the road goes through," said Hanway doubtfully.
It seemed very odd that the man who protested that his stay in the mountains was so temporary, and whose stay in the world was evidently so short, should spend his obviously scanty substance in purchase after purchase of the worthless mountain wilderness. To be sure, the land was cheap, but it cost something. And Hanway looked again at the frayed cuffs and elbows of the red smoking-jacket. In his infrequent visits to Colbury, he had noted the variance of the men"s costumes with the mountain standard of dress. He saw naught like this, but he knew that if ever the sober burghers lent themselves to this sort of fantastic toggery, it was certainly whole.
"Say, my friend, what day does the jury of view hold forth?" Selwyn called out after the slouching figure, striped with the diagonal lines of rain and flouted by the wind, tramping across the weeds of the yard to his horse.
"Nex" Chewsday week," Hanway responded hoa.r.s.ely.
"Well, if this weather holds out, it is to be hoped that the gentlemen of the jury are web-footed!" Selwyn exclaimed.
He shut the door, and as he went back to his lonely hearth his eyes fell upon the letter lying on the table.
"Now," he said as he took it again in his hand, "if fate should truly cut such a caper as to make my fortune in this forlorn exile, I could find it in my heart to laugh the longest and the loudest at the joke."
VI.
If it had been within the power of the worshipful Quarterly County Court to issue a mandamus to compel fair weather on that notable Tuesday when the jury of view were to set forth, the G.o.d of day could scarcely have obeyed with more alacrity that peremptory writ once poetically ranked as "one of the flowers of the crown." The burnished yellow sunshine had a suggestion of joyous exuberance in its wide suffusions. Even the recurrent fluctuations of shadow but gave its pervasive sheen the effect of motion and added embellishment. The wind, hilarious, loud, piping gayly a tuneful stave, shepherded the clouds in the fair fields of the high sky, driving the flocculent white ma.s.ses here and there as listed a changing will. The trees were red and yellow, the leaves firm, full-fleshed, as if the ebbing sap of summer still ran high in every fibre; their tint seemed no hectic dying taint, but some inherent chromatic richness. Fine avenues the eye might open amongst the rough brown boles that stood in dense ranks, preternaturally dark and distinct, washed by the recent rains, and thrown into prominence by the ma.s.ses of yellow and red leaves carpeting the ground, and the red and yellow boughs hanging low above.
They dispensed to the light, clarified air an aromatic richness that the lungs rejoiced to breathe, and all their flare of color might have seemed adequate illumination of their demesne without serving writs of mandamus on the sun; and indeed, the Quarterly County Court was fain to concern itself with far lesser matters, and wield slighter weapons.
The jury of view, in a close squad, ambling along at an easy gait, mounted on nags as diverse in appearance, age, and manner as the riders, sufficiently expressed its authority and their own diligence in its behests, and their spirits had risen to the propitious aspect of the weather and the occasion. Their advent into this secluded region of the district--for to secure a strict impartiality they were not of the immediate neighborhood, and had no interest which could be affected by their report--was not hailed with universal satisfaction.
"Jes" look at "em, now," said old man Binney, as he stood in his door, leaning on his stick, to watch them pa.s.s,--"a jury o" view. An" who ever viewed a jury a-horseback afore? An" thar ain"t but seben on "em!"--laboriously counting, "five, six, seben. Thar"s _twelve_ men on a sure enough jury! I counted the panel ez hung Ezekiel Tilbuts fur a-murderin" of his wife. I war thar in town whenst they fetched in thar verdic". I dunno what the kentry be a-comin" ter! Shucks! I ain"t a-goin" ter abide by the say-so o" no sech skimpy jury ez this hyar.
I"ll go ter town an" see old Lawyer Gryce "bout it, fust."
And with this extremest threat of vengeance he brought his stick down on the floor with so vigorous a thump that it had a certain profane effect; then having from under his bushy gray eyebrows gazed at the diminishing group till it was but a dim speck in the distance, he went in muttering, banging the door as if to shut out and reject the sight.
His objection might have been intensified had he known that the days were at hand when legislative wisdom would still further reduce this engine of the law, making it consist of one road commissioner and two freeholders, the trio still pridefully denominated a "jury of view."
Others, however, favoring the enterprise, cheerfully fell into the line of march; and as the way lengthened the cavalcade grew, mustering recruits as it went.
Disputatious voices suddenly sounded loud on the clear air in front of them, mingled with the thud of horses" hoofs, the jingle of spurs, and now and again the whinny of a colt; and at the intersection of the trail with a narrow winding path there rode into view old "Persimmon"
Sneed,--as he was sometimes disrespectfully nicknamed, owing to a juvenile and voracious fondness for the most toothsome delicacy of autumn woods,--arguing loudly, and with a lordly intolerance of contradiction, with two men who accompanied him, while his sleek claybank mare also argued loudly with her colt. She had much ado to pace soberly forward, even under the coercion of whip and spur, while her madcap scion galloped wildly ahead or lagged far in the rear, and made now and then excursions into the woods, out of sight, to gratify some adolescent curiosity, or perhaps, after the fashion of other and human adolescents, to relish the spectacle of the maternal anxiety.
Ever and anon the sound of the mare"s troubled call rang on the air.
Then the colt would come with a burst of speed, a turbulent rush, out of the underbrush, and, with its keen head-tones of a whinny, all funnily treble and out of tune, dash on in advance. The rider of this preoccupied steed was a grizzled, lank, thin-visaged mountaineer, with a tuft of beard on his chin, but a shaven jowl, where, however, the black-and-gray stubble of several days" avoidance of the razor put forth unabashed. He shook his finger impressively at the jury of view as he approached them.
"Ef ye put this hyar road through my land," he said solemnly, "I"ll be teetotally ruinationed. The cattle-thievin" that"ll go on, with the woods so open an" the road so convenient, an" yit no travel sca"cely, will be a scandal ter the jay-bird. I won"t hev so much lef" ez the horn of a muley cow!"
And with this extreme statement he whirled his horse and rode on at the head of the cavalcade in dignified silence. He was not a dweller in the immediate vicinity, but hailed from the Cove,--a man of substance and a large cattle-owner, pasturing his herds, duly branded, on a tract of unfenced wilderness, his mountain lands, where they roamed in the safe solitudes of those deep seclusions during the summer, and were rounded up, well fattened, and driven home at the approach of winter. He was the typical man of convictions, one who entertains a serious belief that he possesses a governing conscience instead of an abiding delight in his own way. He had a keen eye, with an upward glance from under the brim of his big wool hat, and he looked alert to descry any encroachment on his vested rights to prescribe opinion. The jury of view were destined to find it a doubtful boon that the road law interposed no insurmountable obstacle to prevent their hearing thus informally the views of those interested.
Persimmon Sneed"s deep feeling on the subject had been evinced by his dispensing with the customary salutations, and one of the jury of view, with a mollifying intention, observed that they would use their best judgment to promote the interests of all parties.
"Ai-yi!" said Persimmon Sneed, ruefully shaking his head. "But s"pose ye hev got mighty pore jedgmint? Ye"ll be like mos" folks I know, ef ye hev. I"d ruther use my own best jedgmint, a sight."
At which another of the jury suavely remarked that they would seek to be impartial.
"That"s jes" what I kem along fur," exclaimed Persimmon Sneed triumphantly,--"ter show ye edzac"ly whar the bull"s eye be. Thar ain"t no use fur this road, an" ye air bound ter see it ef ye ain"t nowise one-sided and partial."
The jury relapsed into silence and rode steadily on.
The true raw material of contradiction lay in three younger men among the spectators, contumacious, vehement, and, albeit opposed to the road, much inclined to spoke the wheel of old Persimmon Sneed, however that wheel might revolve.
"I got caught on a jury in a criminal case with him wunst," Silas Boyd, a heavy, thick-set, tall young fellow with a belligerent eye and a portentously square jaw, said _sotto voce_ to his next comrade. "I hev sarved on a jury with him,--locked up fur a week "thout no verdic". He ain"t got no respec" fur no other man"s say-so. An" he talks "bout _his_ oath ez ef he war the only man in Tennessee ez ever war swore on the "Holy Evangelists o" Almighty Gawd" in the court-house. He fairly stamped on my feelin"s, in that Jenkins case, ter make me agree with him; but I couldn"t agree, an" it hung the jury, ez they say. I wisht they hed hung the foreman! By Hokey, I despise a hard-headed, "pinionated man."
"Look at his back," rejoined Jeremiah Sayres, a man of theory, who had a light undecided tint of hair and beard and scraggy mustache, and a blond complexion burned a permanent solid red by the summer sun. "I"d know his dispositions by his back." He waved his hand at the brown jeans coat that draped a spare and angular but singularly erect back, which scarcely seemed to move in response to the motions of the mare pacing briskly along. "What sorter back is that fur a man risin" fifty year old?--straight ez a ramrod, an" ez stiff. But, Silas, ef ever ye git the better o" him, ye hev got ter break it."
"I hearn his third wife married him ter git rid o" him," put in Peter Sims, given to gossip. "She "lowed he warn"t nigh so tarrifyin" "roun"
his own house, a-feedin" the peegs, an" ploughin" an" cuttin" wood, an" sech, _occupied somehows_, ez he war a-settin" up in his Sunday best at her house, with nuthin" ter do, allowin" she _hed_ ter marry him, whether or not, "kase he wouldn"t hev "No" fur a answer."
"An" look at it now!" exclaimed Silas Boyd, unexpectedly reinforced by the matrimonial phase of the question. "That thar man hev bodaciously argued an" contradicted two wimmin out"n this vale o" tears. An"
everybody knows it takes a power o" contradiction to out-do a woman.
He oughter be indicted for cold-blooded murder! That"s what!" He nodded vindictively at the straight jeans-clad back in advance of him.
Over and again the party called a halt, to push about in search of a practicable seven-foot pa.s.sage amongst crags and chasms, and to contend with the various insistence touching devious ways preferred by the honorary attendants, who often seemed to forget that they themselves were not in the exercise of a delegated jury duty. Tangles impeded, doubts beset them, although the axe by which the desired route had been blazed out aforetime by the pet.i.tioners had been zealous and active; but the part of a pioneer in a primeval wilderness is indeed the threading of a clueless labyrinth, and both sun and compa.s.s were consulted often before the continued direction of the road could be determined and located.
In such cases, to the lovers of the consistent in character, the respective traits of old Persimmon Sneed and Silas Boyd were displayed in all their pristine value; for although their interests were identical, both being opposed to the opening of the road, the dictatorial arrogations of the elder man and the pugnacious persistence of the younger served to antagonize them on many a minor point in question, subsidiary to the main issue, as definitely as if they were each arrayed against the other, instead of both being in arms under the "No Road" banner.
"Mighty nigh ez interestin" ez a dog-fight," said Jeremiah Sayres in an aside to one of the jury.
Midday found them considerably advanced on their way, but brought to a halt by an insistence on the part of Silas Boyd that the road should be diverted from a certain depression showing marshy tendencies to a rugged slope where the footing was dry but difficult.
"That"s under water more "n haffen the winter, I"ll take my everlastin" oath. Ef the road runs thar, that piece will take enough mendin" in a season ter keep up ten mile o" dry road," he argued vehemently.