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“
I
don
’
t
know
much
about
them
.
Have
they
always
been
there
?
”
“
Nobody
seems
to
know
exactly
how
long
.
Down
at
Creston
they
told
me
that
the
first
colonists
are
supposed
to
have
been
men
who
worked
on
the
railway
that
was
built
forty
or
fifty
years
ago
between
Springfield
and
Nettleton
.
Some
of
them
took
to
drink
,
or
got
into
trouble
with
the
police
,
and
went
off
—
disappeared
into
the
woods
.
A
year
or
two
later
there
was
a
report
that
they
were
living
up
on
the
Mountain
.
Then
I
suppose
others
joined
them
—
and
children
were
born
.
Now
they
say
there
are
over
a
hundred
people
up
there
.
They
seem
to
be
quite
outside
the
jurisdiction
of
the
valleys
.
No
school
,
no
church
—
and
no
sheriff
ever
goes
up
to
see
what
they
’
re
about
.
But
don
’
t
people
ever
talk
of
them
at
North
Dormer
?
”
“
I
don
’
t
know
.
They
say
they
’
re
bad
.
”
He
laughed
.
“
Do
they
?
We
’
ll
go
and
see
,
shall
we
?
”
She
flushed
at
the
suggestion
,
and
turned
her
face
to
his
.
“
You
never
heard
,
I
suppose
—
I
come
from
there
.
They
brought
me
down
when
I
was
little
.
”
“
You
?
”
He
raised
himself
on
his
elbow
,
looking
at
her
with
sudden
interest
“
You
’
re
from
the
Mountain
?
How
curious
!
I
suppose
that
’
s
why
you
’
re
so
different
.
.
.
.
”
Her
happy
blood
bathed
her
to
the
forehead
.
He
was
praising
her
—
and
praising
her
because
she
came
from
the
Mountain
!
“
Am
I
.
.
.
different
?
”
she
triumphed
,
with
affected
wonder
.
“
Oh
,
awfully
!
”
He
picked
up
her
hand
and
laid
a
kiss
on
the
sunburnt
knuckles
.
