The Call of the Cumberlands

"Now ef I jest had a little licker," she mused. "Thet air what he

needs--a little licker!"

A sudden inspiration turned her eyes to the crest of the rock. She did

not go round by the path, but pulled herself up the sheer face by

hanging roots and slippery projections, as easily as a young squirrel.

On the flat surface, she began unstrapping the saddlebags, and, after a

few moments of rummaging among their contents, she smiled with

satisfaction. Her hand brought out a leather-covered flask with a

silver bottom. She held the thing up curiously, and looked at it. For a

little time, the screw top puzzled her. So, she sat down cross-legged,

and experimented until she had solved its method of opening.

Then, she slid over the side again, and at the bottom held the flask

up to the light. Through the side slits in the alligator-skin covering,

she saw the deep color of the contents; and, as she lifted the nozzle,

she sniffed contemptuously. Then, she took a sample draught herself--to

make certain that it was whiskey.

She brushed her lips scornfully with the back of her hand.

"Huh!" she exclaimed. "Hit hain't nothin' but red licker, but maybe

hit mout be better'n nuthin'." She was accustomed to seeing whiskey

freely drunk, but the whiskey she knew was colorless as water, and

sweetish to the palate.

She knew the "mountain dew" which paid no revenue tax, and which, as

her people were fond of saying, "mout make a man drunk, but couldn't

git him wrong." After tasting the "fotched-on" substitute, she gravely,

in accordance with the fixed etiquette of the hills, wiped the mouth of

the bottle on the palm of her hand, then, kneeling once more on the

stones, she lifted the stranger's head in her supporting arm, and

pressed the flask to his lips. After that, she chafed the wrist which

was not hurt, and once more administered the tonic. Finally, the man's

lids fluttered, and his lips moved. Then, he opened his eyes. He opened

them waveringly, and seemed on the point of closing them again, when he

became conscious of a curved cheek, suddenly coloring to a deep flush,

a few inches from his own. He saw in the same glance a pair of wide

blue eyes, a cloud of brown-red hair that fell down and brushed his

face, and he felt a slender young arm about his neck and shoulders.

"Hello!" said the stranger, vaguely. "I seem to have----" He broke

off, and his lips smiled. It was a friendly, understanding smile, and

the girl, fighting hard the shy impulse to drop his shoulders, and flee

into the kind masking of the bushes, was in a measure reassured.