“Who? the Gov’nor o’ the State?” exclaimed Birt, astounded.
“Naw, ’twarn’t
him
,” Tim admitted somewhat reluctantly, since Birt seemed disposed to credit “we-uns” with a gubernatorial guest. “It’s the surveyor I’m talkin’ ’bout. Nate hed ter pay him three dollars an’ better fur medjurin’ the land. He tole Nate ez his land war ez steep an’ rocky a spot ez thar war in Tennessee from e-end ter e-end. He axed Nate what ailed him ter hanker ter pay taxes on sech a pack o’ bowlders an’ bresh. He ’lowed the land warn’t wuth a cent an acre.”
“What did Nate say?” asked Birt, who hung with feverish interest on every thoughtless word.
“Waal, Nate ’lows ez he hev fund a cur’ous metal on his land; he say it air
gold
!” Tim opened his eyes very wide, and smacked his lips, as if the word tasted good. “He ’lowed ez he needn’t hev been in sech a hurry ter enter his land, ’kase the entry-taker told it ter him ez it air the law in Tennessee ez ennybody ez finds a mine or val’able min’ral on vacant land hev got six months extry ter enter the land afore ennybody else kin, an’ ef ennybody else wants ter enter it, they hev ter gin the finder o’ the mine thirty days’ notice.”
Tim winked, an impressive demonstration but for the insufficiency of eyelashes: -
“The surveyor he misdoubted, an’ ’lowed ez gold hed never been fund in these parts. He said they fund gold in them mountings furder east ’bout twenty odd year ago - in 1831, I believe he said. He ’lowed them mountings hain’t got no coal like our’n hev, an’ the Cumberland Mountings hain’t got no gold. An’ then in a minit he tuk ter misdoubtin’ on the t’other side o’ his mouth. He ’lowed ez Nate’s min’ral