There was silence for a moment. Then the forge was suddenly throbbing with the zigzagging of the bow of the violin jauntily dandering along the strings. His keen sensibility apprehended the sudden jocosity as a jeer, but before he could say aught the blacksmith had undertaken to reply.
"Waal, Purdee, ef ye hedn"t axed me, I warn"t layin" off ter say nuthin "bout"n it. "Tain"t no con-sarn o" mine ez I knows on. But sence ye _hev_ axed me, I hold my jaw fur the fear o" no man. The words ain"t writ ez I be feared ter pernounce. An" ez all the kentry hev hearn "bout"n it "ceptin" you-uns, I dunno ez I hev enny call ter hold my jaw.
The Lord "ain"t set no seal on my lips ez I knows on."
"Naw, sir!" said Purdee, his great eyes glooming through the dusk and flashing with impatience. "He "ain"t set no seal on yer lips, ter jedge by the way ye wallop yer tongue about inside o" "em with fool words.
Whyn"t ye bite off what ye air tryin" ter chaw?"
"Waal, then," said the admonished orator, bluntly, "Grinnell "lows ye don"t own that thar lan" around them rocks on the bald, no more"n ye read enny writin" on "em."
"Not them rocks!" cried Purdee, standing suddenly erect--"the tables o"
the Law, writ with the finger o" the Lord--an" Moses flung "em down thar an" bruk "em. All the kentry knows they air Moses" tables. An" the groun" whar they lie air mine."
""Tain"t, Grinnell say "tain"t."
"Naw, sir," chimed in the young musician, his violin silent. "Job Grinnell declars he owns it hisself, an" ef he war willin" ter stan" the expense he"d set up his rights, but the lan" ain"t wuth it. He "lows his line runs spang over them rocks, an" a heap furder."
Purdee was silent; one or two of the gossips laughed jeeringly; he had been proved a liar once. It was well that he did not deny; he was put to open shame among them.
"An" Grinnell say," continued Blinks, "ez ye hev gone an" tole big tales "mongst the brethren fur ownin" sech ez ain"t yourn, an" readin" of s"prisin" sayin"s on the rocks."
He bent his head to a series of laughing harmonics, and when he raised it, hearing no retort, the silvery gray square of the door was empty. He saw the moon glimmer on the clumps of gra.s.s outside where the Christmas flower bloomed.
The group sat staring in amaze; the blacksmith strode to the door and looked out, himself a ma.s.sive, dark silhouette upon the shimmering neutrality of the background. There was no figure in sight; no faint foot-fall was audible, no rustle of the sere leaves; only the voice of the mountain torrent, far below, challenged the stillness with its insistent cry.
He looked back for a moment, with a vague, strange doubt if he had seen aught, heard aught, in the scene just past. "Hain"t Purdee been hyar?"
he asked, pa.s.sing his hand across his eyes. The sense of having dreamed was so strong upon him that he stretched his arms and yawned.
The gleaming teeth of the grouped shadows demonstrated the merriment evoked by the query. The chuckle was arrested midway.
"Ye "pear ter "low ez suthin" hev happened ter Purdee, an" that thar war his harnt," suggested one.
The bold young musician laid down his violin suddenly. The instrument struck upon a keg of nails, and gave out an abrupt, discordant jangle, startling to the nerves. "Shet up, ye durned squeech-owl!" he exclaimed, irritably. Then, lowering his voice, he asked: "Didn"t they "low down yander in the Cove ez Widder Peters, the day her husband war killed by the landslide up in the mounting, heard a hoe a-sc.r.a.pin" mightily on the gravel in the gyarden-spot, an" went ter the door, an" seen him thar a-workin", an" axed him when he kem home? An" he never lifted his head, but hoed on. An" she went down thar "mongst the corn, an" she couldn"t find n.o.body. An" jes then the John"s boys rid up an" "lowed ez Jim Peters war dead, an" hed been fund in the mounting, an" they war a-fetchin" of him then."
The horse"s head within the window nodded violently among the shadows, and the stones rolled beneath his hoof as he pawed the ground.
"Mis" Peters she knowed suthin" were a-goin" ter happen when she seen that harnt a-hoein"."
"I reckon she did," said the blacksmith, stretching himself, his nerves still under the delusion of recent awakening. "Jim never hoed none when he war alive. She mought hev knowed he war dead ef she seen him hoein"."
"Waal, sir," exclaimed the violinist, "I"m a-goin" up yander ter Purdee"s ter-morrer ter find out what he died of, an" when."
That he was alive was proved the next day, to the astonishment of the smith and his friends. The forge was the voting-place of the district, and there, while the fire was flaring, the bellows blowing, the anvil ringing, the echo vibrating, now loud, now faint, with the antiphonal chant of the hammer and the sledge, a notice was posted to inform the adjacent owners that Roger Purdee"s land, held under an original grant from the State, would be processioned according to law some twenty days after date, and the boundaries thereof defined and established. The fac-simile of the notice, too, was posted on the court-house door in the county town twenty miles away, for there were those who journeyed so far to see it.
"I wonder," said the blacksmith, as he stood in the unfamiliar street and gazed at it, his big arms, usually bare, now hampered with his coat sleeves and folded upon his chest--"I wonder ef he footed it all the way ter town at the gait he tuk when he lit out from the forge?"
It was a momentous day when the county surveyor planted his Jacob"s-staff upon the State line on the summit of the bald. His sworn chain-bearers, two tall young fellows clad in jeans, with broad-brimmed wool hats, their heavy boots drawn high over their trousers, stood ready and waiting, with the sticks and clanking chain, on the margin of the ice-cold spring gushing out on this bleak height, and signifying more than a fountain in the wilderness, since it served to define the southeast corner of Purdee"s land. The two enemies were perceptibly conscious of each other. Grinnell"s broad face and small eyes laden with fat lids were persistently averted. Purdee often glanced toward him gloweringly, his head held, nevertheless, a little askance, as if he rejected the very sight. There was the fire of a desperate intention in his eyes. Looking at his face, shaded by his broad-brimmed hat, one could hardly have doubted now whether it expressed most ferocity or force. His breath came quick--the bated breath of a man who watches and waits for a supreme moment. His blue jeans coat was b.u.t.toned close about his sun-burned throat, where the stained red handkerchief was knotted.
He wore a belt with his powder-horn and bullet-pouch, and carried his rifle on his shoulder; the hand that held it trembled, and he tried to quell the quiver. "I"ll prove it fust, an" kill him arterward--kill him arterward," he muttered.
In the other hand he held a yellowed old paper. Now and then he bent his earnest dark eyes upon the grant, made many a year ago by the State of Tennessee to his grandfather; for there had been no subsequent conveyances.
The blacksmith had come begirt with his leather ap.r.o.n, his shirt-sleeves rolled up, and with his hammer in his hand, an inopportune customer having jeopardized his chance of sharing in the sensation of the day.
The other neighbors all wore their coats closely b.u.t.toned. Blinks carried his violin hung upon his back; the sharp timbre of the wind, cutting through the leafless boughs of the stunted woods, had a kindred fibrous resonance. Clouds hung low far beneath them; here and there, as they looked, the trees on the slopes showed above and again below the ma.s.ses of clinging vapors. Sometimes close at hand a peak would reveal itself, a.s.serting the solemn vicinage of the place, then draw its veil slowly about it, and stand invisible and in austere silence. The surveyor, a stalwart figure, his closely b.u.t.toned coat giving him a military aspect, looked disconsolately downward.
"I hoped I"d die before this," he remarked. "I"m equal to getting over anything in nature that"s flat or oblique, but the vertical beats me."
He bent to take sight for a moment, the group silently watching him.
Suddenly he came to the perpendicular, and strode off down the rugged slope over gullies and bowlders, through rills and briery tangles, his eyes distended and eager as if he were led into the sylvan depths by the lure of a vision. The chain-bearers followed, continually bending and rising, the recurrent genuflections resembling the fervors of some religious rite. The chain rustled sibilantly among the dead leaves, and was ever and anon drawn out to its extremest length. Then the dull clank of the links was silent.
"Stick!" called out the young mountaineer in the rear.
"Stuck!" responded his comrade ahead.
And once more the writhing and jingling among the withered leaves. The surveyor strode on, turning his face neither to the right nor to the left, with his Jacob"s-staff held upright before him. The other men trooped along scatteringly, dodging under the low boughs of the stunted trees. They pressed hastily together when the great square rocks--Moses"
tables of the Law--came into view, lying where it was said the man of G.o.d flung them upon the sere slope below, both splintered and fissured, and one broken in twain. The surveyor was bearing straight down upon them. The men running on either side could not determine whether the line would fall within the spot or just beyond. They broke into wild exclamations.
"Ye may hammer me out ez flat ez a skene," cried the blacksmith, "ef I don"t b"lieve ez Purdee hev got "em."
"Naw, sir, naw!" cried another fervent amateur; "thar"s the north. I jes now viewed Grinnell"s dad"s deed; the line undertakes ter run with Pur-dee"s line; he hev got seven hunderd poles ter the north; ef they air a-goin" ter the north, them tables o" the Law air Grinnell"s."
A wild chorus ensued.
"Naw!" "Yes!" "Thar they go!" "A-bear-in" off that-a-way!" "Beats my time!" as they stumbled and scuttled alongside the acolytes of the Compa.s.s, who bowed down and rose up at every length of the chain.
Suddenly a cry from the chain-bearers.
"Out!"
Stillness ensued.
The surveyor stopped to register the "out." It was a moment of thrilling suspense; the rocks lay only a few chains further; Grinnell, into whose confidence doubt had begun to be instilled, said to himself, all a-tremble, that he would hardly have staked his veracity, his standing with the brethren, if he had realized that it was so close a matter as this. He had long known that his father owned the greater part of the unproductive wilderness lying between the two ravines; the land was almost worthless by reason of the steep slants which rendered it utterly untillable. He was sure that by the terms of his deed, which his father had from its vendor, Squire Bates, his line included the Moses" tables on which Purdee had built so fallacious a repute of holiness. He looked once more at the paper--"thence from Crystal Spring with Purdee"s line north seven hundred poles to a stake in the middle of the river."
Purdee too was all a-quiver with eagerness. He had not beheld those rocks since that terrible day when all the fine values of his gifted vision had been withdrawn from him, and he could read no more with eyes blinded by the limitations of what other men could see--the infinitely petty purlieus of the average sense. He had a vague idea that should they say this was his land where those strange rocks lay, he would see again, he would read undreamed-of words, writ with a pen of fire. He started toward them, and then with a conscious effort he held back.
The surveyor took no heed of the sentiments involved in processioning Purdee"s land. He stood leaning on his Jacob"s-staff, as interesting to him as Moses" rocks, and in his view infinitely more useful, and wiped his brow, and looked about, and yawned. To him it was merely the surveying for a foolish cause of a very impracticable and steep tract of land, and the only reason it should be countenanced by heaven or earth was the fees involved. And this was what he saw at the end of Purdee"s line.
Suddenly he took up his Jacob"s-staff and marched on with a long stride, bearing straight down upon the rocks. The whole _cortege_ started anew--the genuflecting chain-bearers, the dodging, scrambling, running spectators. On one of the strange stunted leafless trees a colony of vagrant crows had perched, eerie enough to seem the denizens of those weird forests; they broke into raucous laughter--Haw! haw! haw!--rising to a wild commotion of harsh, derisive discord as the men once more gave vent to loud, excited cries. For the surveyor, stalking ahead, had pa.s.sed beyond the great tables of the Law; the chain-bearers were drawing Purdee"s line on the other side of them, and they had fallen, if ever they fell here from Moses" hand and broke in twain, upon Purdee"s land, granted to his ancestor by the State of Tennessee.
He could not speak for joy, for pride. His dark eyes were illumined by a glancing, amber light. He took off his hat and smoothed with his rough hand his long black hair, falling from his ma.s.sive forehead. He leaned against one of the stunted oaks, shouldering his rifle that he had loaded for Grinnell--he could hardly believe this, although he remembered it. He did not want to shoot Grinnell; he would not waste the good lead!
And indeed Grinnell had much ado to defend himself against the sneers and rebukes with which the party beguiled the way through the wintry woods. "Ter go a-claimin" another man"s land, an" put him ter the expense o" processionin" it, an" git his line run!" exclaimed the blacksmith, indignantly. "An" ye "ain"t got nare sign o" a show at Moses" tables!"
"I dunno how this hyar line air a-runnin"," declared Grinnell, sorely beset. "I don"t b"lieve it air a-runnin" north."
The surveyor was hard by. He had planted his staff again, and was once more taking his bearings. He looked up for a second.
"Northwest," he said.
Grinnell stared for a moment; then strode up to the surveyor, and pointed with his stubby finger at a word on his deed.