Search America's historic newspaper pages from 1756-1963 or use the U.S. Newspaper Directory to find information about American newspapers published between 1690-present. Chronicling America is sponsored jointly by the National Endowment for the Humanities external link and the Library of Congress. Learn more
Image provided by: University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign Library, Urbana, IL
Newspaper Page Text
JT &l MATTER OF STATE'S 1 EIGHTS j By Harold Carter. !J( Copyright, by W. G. Chapman.) John Vincent, Tederal revenue officer acting in Kentucky, pulled in his mare and cooly surveyed bp heights in front of him. On every side arose precipitous jnountains, clothed with their per- ' "X & I Reckon It's Jim You're After." lEnnial garb of spruce and pine. IThe trail, which, wound sluggish ly through the defile, disappeared Tnto the heart of the forest, to re appear, a sinuous, winding rib bon, along the flank of the crest There was no sign of human habi tation in that rugged and aban doned "land. Yet somewhere on Bear moun tain was the cabin of the Norman men, "moonshiners" and outlaws. And for the arrest of Jim Nor man, the youngest, Vincent held a warrant. He had set forth to bring him to KempvilTe. Others had held warrants, too; but Vin cent, newly appointed to his post, was more reckless than they, and he had dared to ride alone into the heart of the Norman strong hold. He reined in suddenly, for fiis quick eyes had caught a glimmer ing flash from the peak in front of him. It might have been the sun glancing on some hidden pool. But it looked more like light re flected from a rifle barrel. After a moment's hesitation he urged his mare into a canter and plunged into the undergrowth. For the next half mile he was safe, until he emerged upon the mountain slopes. Arid when at fast he came into the sunlight again he tethered his beast to a sapling and, drawing his revolver, began to ascend the pealc cau tiously, keeping out of the range of the hidden marksman of whose existence he was tolerably sure. He crouched beside the trail, plunged into the .scrub pine, emerging, IqsU again, until at length he saw the bare acclivity of Bear mountain in front of him. And near the summit was a small lpg cabin, 3et in the midst of a tjnypatch of garden ground. This. MaattAnoiMi