Dwellers in the Hills
I sat on the ground with my youthful legs tucked under me, and the bridle rein of El Mahdi over my arm, while I hammered a copper rivet into my broken stirrup strap. A little farther down the ridge Jud was idly swinging his great driving whip in long, snaky coils, flicking now a dry branch, and now a red autumn leaf from the clay road. The slim buckskin lash would dart out hissing, writhe an instant on the hammered road-bed, and snap back with a sharp, clear report.
The great sorrel was oblivious of this pastime of his master. The lash whistled narrowly by his red ears, but it never touched them. In the evening sunlight the Cardinal was a horse of bronze.
Opposite me in the shadow of the tall hickory timber the man Ump, doubled like a finger, was feeling tenderly over the coffin joints and the steel blue hoofs of the Bay Eagle, blowing away the dust from the clinch of each shoe-nail and pressing the flat calks with his thumb. No mother ever explored with more loving care the mouth of her child for evidence of a coming tooth. Ump was on his never-ending quest for the loose shoe-nail. It was the serious business of his life.
I think he loved this trim, nervous mare better than any other thing in the world. When he rode, perched like a monkey, with his thin legs held close to her sides, and his short, humped back doubled over, and his head with its long hair bobbing about as though his neck were loose-coupled somehow, he was eternally caressing her mighty withers, or feeling for the play of each iron tendon under her satin skin. And when we stopped, he glided down to finger her shoe-nails.
Then he talked to the mare sometimes, as he was doing now. There is a little ridge in the hoof, girl, but it won't crack; I know it won't crack. And, This nail is too high. It is my fault. I was gabbin' when old Hornick drove it.
On his feet, he looked like a clothes-pin with the face of the strangest old child. He might have been one left from the race of Dwarfs who, tradition said, lived in the Hills before we came.
Melville Davisson Post
Dwellers in the Hills
CONTENTS
DWELLERS IN THE HILLS
THE OCTOBER LAND
THE PETTICOAT AND THE PRETENDER
THE PASSING OF AN ILLUSION
CONCERNING HAWK RUFE
THE WAGGON-MAKER
THE MAID AND THE INTRUDERS
THE MASTER BUILDERS
SOME REMARKS OF SAINT PAUL
CHRISTIAN THE BLACKSMITH
ON THE CHOOSING OF ENEMIES
THE WARDENS OF THE RIVER
THE USES OF THE MOON
THE SIX HUNDRED
RELATING TO THE FIRST LIARS
WHEN PROVIDENCE IS PAGAN
THROUGH THE BIG WATER
ALONG THE HICKORY RIDGES
THE ORBIT OF THE DWARFS
ON THE ART OF GOING TO RUIN
THE EXIT OF THE PRETENDER
THE END
THE FOREST SCHOOLMASTER
LOVE AND HONOUR
DWELLERS IN THE HILLS
DUPES
Love Letters of a Musician
Later Love Letters of a Musician
The Diary of a Dreamer
THE STRANGE SCHEMES OF RANDOLPH MASON
THE MAN OF LAST RESORT
DWELLERS IN THE HILLS
SONS OF THE MORNING
CHILDREN OF THE MIST
HILDA WADE
THE SECRET OF THE CRATER