The eyes of Jarvis kindled when he saw the first line of dark green slopes massing themselves against the eastern horizon.
"The Bluegrass is mighty fine, an' so is the Pennyroyal," he said, "an' I ain't got nothin' ag'in em.

I admit their claims before they make 'em, but my true love, it's the mountains an' my mountain home.
Mebbe some night, Harry, when we tie up to the bank, we'll see a deer comin' down to drink.

What do you say to that ?" Harry's eyes kindled, too.
"I say that I want the first shot." Jarvis laughed.
"True sperrit," he said.

"Nobody will set up a claim ag'inst you, less it's that lunkhead, Ike, my nephew.

Are you willin' to let him have it, Ike ?" Ike grinned and nodded.
The Kentucky narrowed and the current grew yet stronger.