IN WHICH JERRY CAREW GIVES DAVID HIS VIEWS ON FUTURE PUNISHMENT, AND LITTLE HOYLE PAYS HIM A VISIT AND IS MADE HAPPY

Uncle Jerry Carew had led David’s horse down to the station ready saddled to meet him, according to agreement, and side by side they rode back, the old man beguiling the way with talk of mountain affairs most interesting to the young doctor, who led him on from tales of his own youthful prowess, “when catamounts and painters war nigh as frequent as woodchucks is now,” until he felt he knew pretty well the history of all the mountain side.

“Yas, when I war a littlin’, no highah’n my horse’s knees, I kin remember thar war a gatherin’ fer a catamount hunt on Reed’s Hill ovah to’ds Pisgah. Catamounts war mighty pesterin’