y, thet's what saved me,
all the time--thar on the precipice, an'--an' back thar--in the
cave--with him. An' then ye threw Dan Hodges right offen the mounting.
Seth Jones seen ye do hit!"

It seemed to Zeke that he must perforce accept the heroism thrust upon
him, though a doubt still lingered. Still, his memory of the fight was
confused. Perhaps, after all, he had--.

Zeke broke off, and drew the girl close. Their lips met gently,
tenderly, with the clinging of passion. What mattered the history of
evil days? They were past. Before them lay the future, radiant with
rosy promise. In this blessed present, they were together. Love
thrilled exquisitely on their lips; more exquisitely in their souls.
That love was, and it would remain, a noble and precious thing, great
and very beautiful, as mighty and firm as the mountain looming yonder
in immutable serenity and strength, as loyal, as enduring.... They
walked on together, infinitely content.

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STORIES OF THE KENTUCKY MOUNTAINS

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TRAIL OF THE LONESOME PINE.

Illustrated by F. C. Yohn.

The "lonesome pine" from which the story takes its name was a tall tree
that stood in solitary splendor on a mountain top. The fame of the pine
lured a young engineer through Kentucky to catch the trail, and when he
finally climbed to its shelter he found not only the pine but the
_footprints of a girl_. And the girl proved to be lovely, piquant, and
the trail of these girlish foot-prints led the young engineer a madder
chase than "the trail of the lonesome pine."

THE LITTLE SHEPHERD OF KINGDOM COME

Illustrated by F. C. Yohn.

This is a story of Kentucky, in a settlement known as "Kingdom Come." It
is a life rude, semi-barbarous; but natural and honest, from which often
springs the flower of civilization.

"Chad," the "little shepherd" did not know who he was nor whence he
came--he had just wandered from door to door since early childhood,
seeking shelter with kindly mountaineers who gladly fathered and
mothered this waif about