THESENATOR’SLASTTRADE
AdroveofleancattlewereswingingeasilyoverBlackMountain，andbehindthemcameabigmanwithwildblackhairandabushybeard。
Nowandthenhewouldgnawathismustachewithhislong，yellowteeth，orwouldsitdowntolethisleanhorserest，andwouldflipmeaninglesslyatthebusheswithaswitch。Sometimeshisbushyheadwoulddroopoveronhisbreast，andhewouldsnapitupsharplyandstartpainfullyon。Robber，cattle—thief，outlawhemighthavebeeninanothercentury；forhefilledthefigureofanyrobberheroinlifeorromance，andyethewasonlytheSenatorfromBell，ashewasknowninthelittleKentuckycapital；or，ashewasknowninhismountainhome，justtheSenator，whohadtoiledandschemedandgrownrichandgrownpoor；
whohadsufferedlongandwaskind。
OnlythatChristmashehadguttedeverystoreintown。``Givemeeverythingyouhave，brother，’’hesaid，acrosseachcounter；andnextdayeveryman，woman，andchildinthemountaintownhadapresentfromtheSenator’shands。Helookedlikeabrigandthatday，ashelookednow，buthecalledeverymanhisbrother，andhiseye，whileblackandlustrelessasnight，wasasbroodingandjustaskind。