after the trial exhibited no haste to return to the
Bluegrass or to re-establish social relations with their new neighbors.
They spent several days visiting up the creek and in old Pineville.

One night they called at Cornwall's hotel. Little was said about the
trial, though Mrs. Saylor shed a few tears and called Cornwall a good
boy. As usual, the old man did most of the talking.

"Well, young man, how are you coming on up to Harlan Town. I shore do
miss old Pine Mountain and the rocks and trees; the jingle of the bells
as the cows at evening hasten homeward from the timbered hills; the big,
open fireplace with its light and glow of burning oak and chestnut where
we huddled in happy talk and kinship; the darkness of the night where
even the moon came slowly over the mountain and peeped timidly through
the trees; the stillness of the night when all in the house might hear
Susie whispering her prayers and the whippoorwills calling in the
thickets.

"The first thing in the morning I used ter go by the friendly, old well
and drink a gourdful of the soft, cool water, then feed Tom and Jerry
and bring in an armload of wood. As I came in the door the frosty air
was sweet with the smell of home-cured bacon which the old woman was
fixing fer breakfast and when I sat down there it was jest right, a
streak of lean and of fat showing in thin layers. And the big pones of
cornbread hot from the Dutch oven; of meal fresh from the old water mill
and sweet to the taste; a big dish of fried apples, a jug of sorghum and
a glass of milk. It was a nice place to live. I would not care to pass
the old house now. The door might be shut, the fireplace cold; I would
find no welcoming face."

"Mr. Saylor, what about the new home?"

"Oh, it does pretty good; the cattle are picking up, but Tray sits in
the open o' nights and howls at the moon. We have three hundred acres,
mostly pasture, with a few oak, walnut and wild cherry trees and a muddy
pond or two and a thimble spring. There's one little thicket in a draw
big enough to hide a cotton tail. The world is too big down there and I
can see too far all ways at once; too many homes and men and too few
hills and trees. The house is of brick with a porch and big pillars
three feet through that reach to the roof. We sleep upstairs; there are
ten rooms; but there is no place to sit and toast your shins. Can't see
a fire in the house and it is as hot and stuffy as hell; got one of them
hot-air th