a cumberland vendetta-第5部分
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； a loud curse smote the air。 The river； pressed between two projecting cliffs； was narrow at that point； and the oath came across the water。 An instant later a man led a lamed horse from behind a bowlder； and stooped to examine its leg。 The dusk was thickening； but Rome knew the huge frame and gray beard of old Jasper Lewallen。 The blood beat in a sudden tide at his temples； and； half by instinct； he knelt behind a rock； and； thrusting his rifle through a crevice； cocked it softly。
Again the curse of impatience came over the still water； and old Jasper rose and turned toward him。 The glistening sight caught in the centre of his beard。 That would take him in the throat； it might miss； and he let the sight fall till the bullet would cut the fringe of gray hair into the heart。 Old Jasper； so people said； had killed his father in just this way； he had driven his uncle from the mountains； he was trying now to revive the feud。 He was the father of young Jasper； who had threatened his life； and the father of the girl whose contempt had cut him to the quick twice that day。 Again her taunt leaped through his heated brain； and his boast to the old miller followed it。 His finger trembled at the trigger。
〃No； by； no！ 〃he breathed between his teeth； and old Jasper passed on； unharmed。
VII
NEXT day the news of Rufe Stetson's flight went down the river on the wind； and before nightfall the spirit of murder was loosed on both shores of the Cumberland。 The more cautious warned old Jasper。 The Stetsons were gaining strength again； they said； so were their feudsmen； the Marcums； enemies of the Braytons； old Jasper's kinspeople。 Keeping store； Rufe had made money in the West； and money and friends right and left through the mountains。 With all his good…nature； he was a persistent hater； and he was shrewd。 He had waited the chance to put himself on the side of the law； and now the law was with him。 But old Jasper laughed contemptuously。 Rufe Stetson was gone again； he said； as he had gone before； and this time for good。 Rufe had tried to do what nobody had done； or could do； while he was alive。 Anyway； he was reckless； and he cared little if war did come again。 Still； the old man prepared for a fight； and Steve Marcum on the other shore made ready for Rufe's return。
It was like the breaking of peace in feudal days。 The close kin of each leader were already about him； and now the close friends of each took sides。 Each leader trading in Hazlan had debtors scattered through the mountains； and these rallied to aid the man who had befriended them。 There was no grudge but served a pretext for partisanship in the coming war。 Political rivalry had wedged apart two strong families； the Marcums and Braytons； a boundary line in dispute was a chain of bitterness； a suit in a country court had sown seeds of hatred。 Sometimes it was a horse…trade； a fence left down； or a gate left open； and the trespassing of cattle； in one instance； through spite； a neighbor had docked the tail of a neighbor's horse…had 〃 muled his critter；〃 as the owner phrased the outrage。 There was no old sore that was not opened by the crafty leaders； no slumbering bitterness that they did not wake to life。 〃 Help us to revenge； and we will he！p you；〃 was the whispered promise。 So； had one man a grudge against another； he could set his foot on one or the other shore； sure that his enemy would be fighting for the other。
Others there were； friends of neither leader； who； under stress of poverty or hatred of work； would fight with either for food and clothes； and others still； the ne'er…do…wells and outlaws； who fought by the day or month for hire。 Even these were secured by one or the other faction； for Steve and old Jasper left no resource untried； knowing well that the fight； if there was one； would be fought to a quick and decisive end。 The day for the leisurely feud； for patient planning； and the slow picking off of men from one side or the other； was gone。 The people in the Blue Grass； who had no feuds in their own country； were trying to stop them in the mountain。 Over in Breathitt； as everybody knew； soldiers had come from the 〃 settlemints；〃 had arrested the leaders； and had taken them to the Blue Grass for the feared and hated ordeal of trial by a jury of 〃bigoted furriners。〃 On the heels of the soldiers came a young preacher up from the Jellico hills； half 〃 citizen；〃 half furriner；〃 with long black hair and a scar across his forehead； who was stirring up the people； it was said； 〃 as though Satan was atter them。〃 Over there the spirit of the feud was broken； and a good effect was already perceptible around Hazlan。 In past days every pair of lips was sealed with fear； and the non…combatants left crops and homes； and moved down the river； when trouble began。 Now only the timid considered this way of escape。 Steve and old Jasper found a few men who refused to enter the fight。 Several； indeed； talked openly against the renewal of the feud； and somebody； it was said； had dared to hint that he would send to the Governor for aid if it should break out again。 But these were rumors touching few people。
For once again； as time and time again before； one bank of the Cumberland was arrayed with mortal enmity against the other； and old Gabe sat； with shaken faith； in the door of his mill。 For years he had worked and prayed for peace； and for a little while the Almighty seemed lending aid。 Now the friendly grasp was loosening； and yet the miller did all he could。 He begged Steve Marcum to urge Rufe to seek aid from the law when the latter came back； and Steve laughed； and asked what justice was possible for a Stetson； with a Lewallen for a judge and Braytons for a jury。 The miller pleaded with old Jasper； and old Jasper pointed to the successes of his own life。
〃I hev triumphed ag'in' my enemies time 'n' ag'in；〃 he said。 〃The Lord air on my side； 'n' I gits a better Christian ever' year。〃 The old man spoke with the sincerity of a barbarism that has survived the dark ages； and； holding the same faith； the miller had no answer。 It was old Gabe indeed who had threatened to send to the Governor for soldiers； and this he would have done； perhaps； had there not been one hope left； and only one。 A week had gone； and there was no word from Rufe Stetson。 Up on Thunderstruck Knob the old Stetson mother was growing pitiably eager and restless。 Every day she slipped like a ghost through the leafless woods and in and out the cabin； kindling hatred。 At every dawn or dusk she was on her porch peering through the dim light for Rufe Stetson。 Steve Marcum was ill at ease。 Rome Stetson alone seemed unconcerned； and his name was on every gossiping tongue。
He took little interest and no hand in getting ready for the war。 He forbade the firing of a gun till Rufe came back； else Steve should fight his fight alone。 He grew sullen and morose。 His old mother's look was a thorn in his soul； and he stayed little at home。 He hung about the mill； and when Isom became bedfast； the big mountaineer； who had never handled anything but a horse； a plough； or a rifle； settled him…self； to the bewilderment of the Stetsons； into the boy's duties； and nobody dared question him。 Even old Gabe jested no longer。 The matter was too serious。
Meanwhile the winter threw off the last slumbrous mood of autumn； as a sleeper starts from a dream。 A fortnight was gone； and still no message came from the absent leader。 One shore was restive； uneasy； the other confident； mocking。 Between the two； Rome Stetson waited his chance at the mill。
VIII。
DAY was whitening on the Stetson shore。 Across the river the air was still sharp with the chill of dawn； and the mists lay like flocks of sheep under shelter of rock and crag。 A peculiar cry radiated from the Lewallen cabin with singular resonance on the crisp air…the mountain cry for straying cattle。 A soft low came from a distant patch of laurel； and old Jasper's girl； Martha； folded。 her hands like a conch at her mouth； and the shrill cry again startled the air。
Ye better come； ye pieded cow…brute。〃 Picking up a cedar piggin； she stepped from the porch toward the meek voice that had answered her。 Temper and exertion had brought the quick blood to her face。 Her head was bare； her thick hair was loosely coiled； and her brown arms were naked almost to the shoulder。 At the stable a young mountaineer was overhauling his riding…gear。
Air you goin' to ride the hoss to…day； Jas？〃 she asked； querulously。
〃That's jes whut I was aimin' to do。 I'm a…goin' to town。〃
Well； I 'lowed I was goin' to mill to…day。 The co'n is 'mos' gone。〃
〃Well； y'u 'lowed wrong；〃 he answered； imperturbably。
Y'u're mean； Jas Lewallen；〃 she cried； hotly； 〃 that's whut ye air； mean…dog…mean！
The young mountaineer looked up； whistled softly； and laughed。 But when he brought his horse to the door an hour later there was a bag of corn across the saddle。
〃As ye air so powerful sot on goin' to mill； whether or no； I'll leave this hyeh sack at the bend O' the road； 'n' ye kin git it thar。 I'll bring the meal back ef ye puts it in the same place。 I hates to see women…folks a…ridin' this horse。 Hit spiles him。〃
The horse was a dapple…gray o
