as long as I can rickellect. Hit was my grandmammy's name."

Colonel Pendleton looked at the sturdy mountain lad, his compact
figure, square shoulders, well-set head with its shock of hair and
bold, steady eyes, and at the slim, wild little creature shrinking
against the mantel-piece, and then he turned to his own son Gray
and his little cousin Marjorie. Four better types of the Blue-
grass and of the mountains it would be hard to find. For a moment
he saw them in his mind's eye transposed in dress and environment,
and he was surprised at the little change that eye could see, and
when he thought of the four living together in these wilds, or at
home in the Blue-grass, his wonder at what the result might be
almost startled him. The mountain lad had shown no surprise at the
talk about him and his cousin, but when the stranger man caught
his eye, little Jason's lips opened.

"I knowed all about that," he said abruptly.

"About what?"

"Why, that mighty hunter--and Mavis."

"Why, who told you?"

"The jologist."

"The what?" Old Jason laughed.

"He means ge-ol-o-gist," said the old man, who had no little
trouble with the right word himself. "A feller come in here three