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When Wilderness Was King

CHAPTER I
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A long rifle was slung at his back, and the heavy bay horse he bestrode bore unmistakable signs of hard travelling.
As he approached, Rover, spying him, sprang out savagely; but I caught and held him with firm grip, for to strangers he was ever a surly brute.
"Is this yere Major Wayland's place ?" the man questioned, in a deep, gruff voice, reining in his tired horse, and carelessly flinging one booted foot across the animal's neck as he faced me.
"Yes," I responded with caution, for we were somewhat suspicious of stray travellers in those days, and the man's features were not pleasing.

"The Major lives here, and I am his son." He looked at me intently, some curiosity apparent in his eyes, as he deliberately drew a folded paper from his belt.
"No?
Be ye the lad what downed Bud Eberly at the meetin' over on the Cow-skin las' spring ?" he questioned, with faintly aroused interest.
I blushed like a school-girl, for this unexpected reference was not wholly to my liking, though the man's intentions were evidently most kind.
"He bullied me until I could take no more," I answered, doubtfully; "yet I hurt him more seriously than I meant." He laughed at the trace of apology in my words.
"Lord!" he ejaculated, "don't ever let that worry ye, boy.

The hull settlement is mighty glad 'twas done.

Old Hawkins bin on the p'int o' doin' it himself a dozen o' times.

Told me so.


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