. Highways and byways of the South. another of the same sort. Thats so, echoed Mr. Gliddon. Thar ainta dangder scoundrel ever trod shoe-leather. Yet I sorto like him. I caint help it. He aint no hit ary man on earth that went contrary to ricolect when he was so porehewant worth a nickel,but hes jus got the dough now. You know where itcome from. We aint so particular about honesty aswe use to be. I swear to goodness, when I was a boy,if a man was ketched stealin, he was kicked out of everydecent crowd. Want it Alps father that Bill Jackson shot inArkansaw ? Steve inquired. Yes,
. Highways and byways of the South. another of the same sort. Thats so, echoed Mr. Gliddon. Thar ainta dangder scoundrel ever trod shoe-leather. Yet I sorto like him. I caint help it. He aint no hit ary man on earth that went contrary to ricolect when he was so porehewant worth a nickel,but hes jus got the dough now. You know where itcome from. We aint so particular about honesty aswe use to be. I swear to goodness, when I was a boy,if a man was ketched stealin, he was kicked out of everydecent crowd. Want it Alps father that Bill Jackson shot inArkansaw ? Steve inquired. Yes, was Mr. Gliddons response, and then he toldhow in some gambling affair twelve men had assaultedBills father and killed him, and how Bill took it onhimself to be avenged, and at last he succeeded inkilling every one of the twelve, even following andsearching out one in Arkansaw and another inTexas. In the Tennessee Mountains 131 This episode recalled to Steve the lawless violencethat prevailed in war time and the years immediately. Evening on the Porch following. Everything was mixed up then, he ex-plained. Some of our people around here fought on 132 Highways and Byways of the South the Union side and some on the Southern side, fami-lies were divided, and the feuds growing out of the warmade trouble for a long time. In the war we neverknew what was goin to happen. Wed have Unionsoldiers stopping at our house in the morning and per-haps Rebels at night. Then there was a guerilla bandmade their headquarters in the valley. They were awild crowd. Some of em had deserted from theRebels and served with the Yankees, and when thatdidnt suit em, they had deserted again and becomeguerillas. They never hesitated to attack twice theirnumber, and they were constantly capturing Yankeescouting parties. There was as many as twenty-five ofem at first, but they got killed off, so by the end of thewar only about half a dozen ofem was left. They was up to all sorts of devilment, Mr. Glid-don affi
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