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A Mountain Europa
By John Fox； Jr。
TO JAMES LANE ALLEN
I
As Clayton rose to his feet in the still air； the tree…tops began to tremble in the gap below him； and a rippling ran through the leaves up the mountain…side。 Drawing off his hat he stretched out his arms to meet it； and his eyes closed as the cool wind struck his throat and face and lifted the hair from his forehead。 About him the mountains lay like a tumultuous sea…the Jellico Spur； stilled gradually on every side into vague； purple shapes against the broken rim of the sky； and Pine Mountain and the Cumberland Range racing in like breakers from the north。 Under him lay Jellico Valley； and just visible in a wooded cove； whence Indian Creek crept into sight； was a mining…camp…a cluster of white cabins…from which he had climbed that afternoon。 At that distance the wagon…road narrowed to a bridle…path； and the figure moving slowly along it and entering the forest at the base of the mountain was shrunk to a toy。 For a moment Clayton stood with his face to the west； drinking in the air； then tightening his belt； he caught the pliant body of a sapling and swung loose from the rock。 As the tree flew back； his dog sprang after him。 The descent was sharp。 At times he was forced to cling to the birch…tops till they lay flat on the mountain…side。
Breathless； he reached at last a bowlder from which the path was easy to the valley below； and he leaned quivering against the soft rug of moss and lichens that covered it。 The shadows had crept from the foot of the mountains； darkening the valley； and lifting up the mountain…side beneath him a long； wavering line in which met the cool； deep green of the shade and the shining bronze where the sunlight still lay。 Lazily following this line； his eye caught two moving shadows that darted jagged shapes into the sunlight and as quickly withdrew them。 As the road wound up toward him； two figures were soon visible through the undergrowth。 Presently a head bonneted in blue rose above the bushes； and Clayton's half…shut eyes opened wide and were fixed with a look of amused expectancy where a turn of the path must bring rider and beast into plain sight。 Apparently some mountain girl； wearied by the climb or in a spirit of fun； had mounted her cow while driving it home； and with a smile at the thought of the confusion he would cause her； Clayton stepped around the bowlder and waited。 With the slow； easy swing of climbing cattle； the beast brought its rider into view。 A bag of meal lay across its shoulders； and behind this the girl…for she was plainly young…sat sidewise； with her bare feet dangling against its flank。 Her face was turned toward the valley below； and her loosened bonnet half disclosed a head of bright yellow hair。
Catching sight of Clayton； the beast stopped and lifted its head； not the meek； patient face he expected to see； but a head that was wrinkled and vicious…the head of a bull。 Only the sudden remembrance of a dead mountain custom saved him from utter amazement。 He had heard that when beasts of burden were scarce； cows； and especially bulls； were worked in ploughs and ridden by the mountaineers； even by the women。 But this had become a tradition； the humor of which greater prosperity and contact with a new civilization had taught even the mountain people to appreciate。 The necessities of this girl were evidently as great as her fear of ridicule seemed small。 When the brute stopped； she began striking him in the flank with her bare heel； without looking around； and as he paid no attention to such painless goading； she turned with sudden impatience and lifted a switch above his shoulders。 The stick was arrested in mid…air when she saw Clayton； and then dropped harmlessly。 The quick fire in her eyes died suddenly away； and for a moment the two looked at each other with mutual curiosity； but only for a moment。 There was something in Clayton's gaze that displeased her。 Her face clouded； and she dropped her eyes。
〃G'long；〃 she said； in a low tone。 But the bull had lowered his head； and was standing with feet planted apart and tail waving uneasily。 The girl looked up in alarm。
〃Watch out thar！ 〃 she called out； sharply。 〃Call that dog off… quick！〃
Clayton turned； but his dog sprang past him and began to bark。 The bull； a lean； active； vicious…looking brute； answered with a snort。
〃Call him off； I tell ye！ 〃 cried the girl； angrily； springing to the ground。 〃Git out o' the way。 Don't you see he's a…comm' at ye？〃
The dog leaped nimbly into the bushes； and the maddened bull was carried on by his own Impetus toward Clayton； who； with a quick spring； landed in safety in a gully below the road。 When he picked himself up from the uneven ground where he had fallen； the beast had disappeared around the bowlder。 The bag had fallen； and had broken open； and some of the meal was spilled on the ground。 The girl； flushed and angry； stood above it。
〃Look thar； now；〃 she said。 〃See whut you've done。 Why'n't ye call that dog off？〃
〃I couldn't；〃 said Clayton； politely。 〃 He wouldn't come。 I'm sorry； very sorry。〃
〃Can't ye manage yer own dog？〃 she asked； half contemptuously。
〃Not always。〃
〃Then ye oughter leave him to home； and not let him go round a…skeerin' folks' beastes。〃 With a little gesture of indignation she stooped and began scooping up the meal in her hand。
〃Let me help you；〃 said Clayton。 The girl looked up in surprise。
You go 'way；〃 she said。
But Clayton stayed； watching her helplessly。 He wanted to carry the bag for her； but she swung it to her shoulder； and moved away。 He followed her around the bowlder； where his late enemy was browsing peacefully on sassafras…bushes。
〃You stay thar now；〃 said the girl； 〃 and keep that dog back。〃
〃Won't you let me help you get up？〃 he asked。
Without answering； the girl sprang lightly to the bull's back； Once only she looked around at him。 He took off his hat； and a puzzled expression came into her face。 Then； without a word or a nod； she rode away。 Clayton watched the odd pair till the bushes hid them。
〃Europa； by Jove！〃 he exclaimed； and he sat down in bewilderment。
She was so very odd a creature； so different from the timid mountain women who shrank with averted faces almost into the bushes when he met them。 She had looked him straight in the face with steady eyes； and had spoken as though her sway over mountain and road were undisputed and he had been a wretched trespasser。 She paid no attention to his apologies； and she scorned his offers of assistance。 She seemed no more angered by the loss of the meal than by his incapacity to manage his dog； which seemed to typify to her his general worthlessness。 He had been bruised by his fall； and she did not even ask if he were hurt。 Indeed； she seemed not to care； and she had ridden away from him as though he were worth no more consideration than the stone under him。
He was amused； and a trifle irritated。 How could there be such a curious growth in the mountains？ he questioned； as he rose and continued the descent。 There was an unusual grace about her； in spite of her masculine air。 Her features were regular； the nose straight and delicate； the mouth resolute； the brow broad； and the eyes intensely blue； perhaps tender； when not flashing with anger； and altogether without the listless expression he had marked in other mountain women； and which； he had noticed； deadened into pathetic hopelessness later in life。 Her figure was erect； and her manner； despite its roughness； savored of something high…born。 Where could she have got that bearing？ She belonged to a race whose descent； he had heard； was unmixed English； upon whose lips lingered words and forms of speech that Shakespeare had heard and used。 Who could tell what blood ran in her veins？
Musing； he had come almost unconsciously to a spur of the mountains under which lay the little mining…camp。 It was six o'clock； and the miners； grim and black； each with a pail in hand and a little oil…lamp in his cap； were going down from work。 A shower had passed over the mountains above him； and the last sunlight； coming through a gap in the west； struck the rising mist and turned it to gold。 On a rock which thrust from the mountain its gray； sombre face； half embraced by a white arm of the mist； Clayton saw the figure of a woman。 He waved his hat； but the figure stood motionless； and he turned into the woods toward the camp。
It was the girl； and when Clayton disappeared she too turned and went on her way。 She had stopped there because she knew he must pass a point where she might see him again。 She was little less indifferent than she seemed； her motive was little more than curiosity。 She had never seen that manner of man before。 Evidently he was a 〃 furriner 〃from the 〃 settlemints。〃 No man in the mountains had a smooth； round face like his； or wore such a queer hat； such a soft； white shirt； and no galluses；〃 or carried such a shiny； weak…looking stick； or owned a dog that he couldn't make mind him。 She was not wholly contemptuous； however。 She had felt vaguely the meaning of his politeness and deference。 She was puzzled and pleased； she scarcely knew why。
〃He was mig
