A Kentucky mountain love story. Boone Wellver, descendant of those straggling pioneer followers of Daniel Boone who failed to reach the Western Valleys, lived in the Kentucky Mountains where his forefathers had settled, barefoot, illiterate, loyal to the moral and ethical standards of a forgotten century, fired too with the old urge to push out past the frontiers of his narrow existence, to explore what lay beyond.How Boone "fared forth" to Louisville, marked the U. S. Senate as his goal, won it, surmounted class distinctions and gained the love of Anne Wallifero, an exquisite daughter of the old aristocracy, makes a story of charm and power.
When the newcomer had reached a point from which he no longer needed guidance Asa Gregory wheeled and began to back-track on his steps, but before he had covered a half mile he turned abruptly from the road and was swallowed in the thicket where the waxen confusion of rhododendron and laurel, the tangle of holly and thorn seemed solid and impenetrable. He went with head bent and noiseless footfall--though the sifting leaves were crisp--but with eye, ear and nostril delicately alert and receptive.
As Asa Gregory slipped, shadow like, among the shifting lights of the late afternoon, his face wore a grim smile, and when he had come to a point determined by some system of his own, he dropped to a low-crouching posture and continued his journey a step or two at a time, with a perfection of caution, and with eyes and ears strained in expectancy.
Across a gray-green hummock of sandstone, so villainously matted with blackberry briars that a pointer-dog would have balked at its