rf into the enclosure before his mother's cabin. She was at the
door, evidently expecting them. The devil which was in her caused her
to cry out in hideous glee: "An' so you'uns cotched her did you'uns?
Good. Now we'uns'll see what de Jedge'll do. Will he put gentl'men ob
de hills in de jug ag'in? De debil blast 'im and all his kind." Looking
at Viola, who now had braced herself for any approaching ordeal,
remembering that she was Judge LeMonde's daughter, the hag said: "Now,
my purty lady, we'uns'll see who'll wear fine clothes, an' eat de best
tings, an' go round de kentry convartin' de people. We'uns count dat
you'll get a taste of how we'uns live. Don't hurt yer digestion ner
spile yet purty looks longin' ter see yer pa an' ma an' dat cussed
preacher."

The monster dwarf here broke in, speaking in his deep voice: "Ma, dat's
nuff now. Tell sis to git ready in a hurry, for we'uns have a long
drive before us."

Sis was soon ready--the tall, raw-boned, homely young woman, a fit
member of this ogre family, but with a little less of depravity in her
makeup and looks. She was dressed in a long calico gown, heavy coarse
shoes, and a much worn hat, whose flowers appeared worse than "the last
rose of summer," after it had faded.

Viola maintained silence, and awaited developments. The plan soon
unfolded itself. Sis Turner got up into the rear seat beside Viola.
Zibe Turner mounted to the front seat, took the reins in his right
hand, spoke to the horses, and away they went, leaving Sam Wiles
looking after them. What was the character of his thoughts?

Turner drove his team along a faintly marked country road always toward
higher ground. On and on they went for miles, the way in many places
becoming so dark, that the only direction was the avenue made by the
cutting down of the trees. Sometimes they came to such serious
obstructions in the road that the driver had to get down to remove
them. At last the way was so narrow they had to leave the wagon and
proceed on horseback.

After climbing higher and higher they arrived at a small open place
near the top of the knob. In its midst was a diminutive log cabin,
consisting of only one room. Turner stopped his horses in front of the
cabin, dismounted, and requested the girls to do the same. He unbarred
the door, and the three entered. By means of flint, steel, tinder, and
burnt rags Turner made a light. Viola observed that the cabin was of
about the same order as the Sneath hom