, which will
not be much, as the record is small."

Saylor's wife and daughter bid him a rather stoical farewell, so far as
tears and talk were concerned, though their pallid faces indicated the
pain of separation was heartfelt. Mountain women have not a fluent line
of chit-chat, nor are they demonstrative in their griefs.

They walked with Cornwall back to the court house, where, after thanking
him for what he had done and expressing a wish to see him soon, they
left, returning home in the afternoon.

Cornwall sent Mr. Rogers the following telegram: "Saylor convicted,
three years penitentiary. Offers Straight Creek land for thirty
thousand. Hope company can afford to pay thirty-five. John Cornwall."

He received this answer: "Land worth thirty-five thousand, company will
pay that amount if title and survey hold three hundred acres. H. M.
Rogers."

For the next ten days Cornwall was very busy at Pineville. He found the
paper titles to the Brock and Saylor surveys perfect. The Helton
boundary necessitated a suit to clear the title to about one-half of the
survey. He filed a motion for a new trial in the Saylor case, which the
court promptly overruled; then asked and was granted an appeal to the
Court of Appeals. The court stenographer made a transcript of the
testimony; a bill of exceptions was filed and approved and within ten
days after Saylor's trial and conviction; his appeal was formally filed
at Frankfort.

CHAPTER IV.

A WEEK IN A MOUNTAIN HOME.

There are some free-thinking souls who love nature and the primitive so
well as to believe that Providence made a mistake in permitting men to
pass beyond the pastoral stage.

There are many who, though they love art, literature and the other gifts
and comforts of civilization, would trade all to live in a primitive
mountain home; to call their time, a house of logs and a few barren
fields, "my own."

They care not for the smoke of many chimneys, or the surging crowd or
the ceaseless din of commercial centers. They love the view from
mountain tops, where hills peep over hills and pinnacles are clothed in
clouds. They love the peace and quiet of the sheltered coves; where the
timber grows verdant and strong, fern-bordered fountains burst forth to
life, and the squirrels and other free things dwell. They love a home
site in a secluded valley near the head of a gurgling, restless,
mountain river and think to live a life of peace, dividing the glories
of