bbing shoulders with the outriders of
capital's invasion. Shaggy men ridden in from distant cabins on shaggier
horses; men who probably nursed guilty knowledge of illicit stills,
gazed at the passing train out of humorless and illiterate eyes.

At last we left the train at a station over which the November dusk was
closing, where the coke furnaces glared in red spots along the shadowed
ridges. A four-mile drive brought us to the tawdry hotel, and after
attacking our eggs and ham we went to our rooms. I on a feather bed,
with the reek of a low-turned lamp in my nostrils, lay for hours gazing
at the patched and dirty wall-paper, and at last fell asleep to dream of
a wonderful lady who opened a door in a wall of rock, and led me through
it to things which could never be.

The next morning as we waited for the wagon which was to take us twenty
miles into the hills, Weighborne showed me the dingy court-house whose
weatherbeaten walls had in other days been penetrated by the gatling
guns of the militia. He pointed out boyish-looking figures whose eyes
were young and mild, yet who had more than once "notched their guns." He
showed me spots where this marked man or that had fallen, shot to death
from the court-house windows, by assassins who had never been
apprehended or prosecuted.

"That is all changing," he said. "When capital comes the feud must go."

Stolid groups of mountaineers, clad in butternut and jeans, eyed us with
mild curiosity. Here and there a father whose face was as stupid and
uneducated as that of a Russian peasant, walked side by side with a son
dressed in the season's ready-made styles. Between parent and child
yawned the gulf of schooling, which the younger generation had acquired
in a college "down below" or in the new schools at home, presided over
by "fotched on" teachers.

We traveled at snail's pace over twisting roads where our wagon strained
and creaked in tortuous ruts almost hub-deep, and where the scraggly
horses lay against their collars and tugged valiantly at the traces.
Quail started up before us with their whir of softly drumming wings and
disappeared into the thick cover of timber. Squirrels barked and
scampered to hiding at our coming. Occasionally a fox whisked out of
sight with a contemptuous flirt of its brush. Once only in twenty miles
we encountered another traveler. An old man, riding bareback on a mule,
drew up in the road and awaited us. Despite the cold, a gap of sockless,
du