I had shut the
door to. Then I turned around. and
there he was. I used to be scared of
him all the time, he tanned me so
much. I reckoned I was scared now,
too; but in a minute I see I was
mistaken -- that is, after the first
jolt, as you may say, when my breath
sort of hitched, he being so
unexpected; but right away after I
see I warn't scared of him worth
bothring about.
He was most fifty,
and he looked it. His hair was long
and tangled and greasy, and hung
down, and you could see his eyes
shining through like he was behind
vines. It was all black, no gray; so
was his long, mixed-up whiskers.
There warn't no color in his face,
where his face showed; it was white;
not like another man's white, but a
white to make a body sick, a white
to make a body's flesh crawl -- a
tree-toad white, a fish-belly white.
As for his clothes -- just rags,
that was all. He had one ankle
resting on t'other knee; the boot on
that foot was busted, and two of his
toes stuck through, and he worked
them now and then. His hat was
laying on the floor -- an old black
slouch with the top caved in, like a
lid.
I stood a-looking
at him; he set there a-looking at
me, with his chair tilted back a
little. I set the candle down. I
noticed the window was up; so he had
clumb in by the shed. He kept
a-looking me all over. By and by he
says:
"Starchy clothes
-- very. You think you're a good
deal of a big-bug, don't
you?"
"Maybe I am, maybe
I ain't," I says.
"Don't you give me
none o' your lip," says he. "You've
put on considerable many frills
since I been away. I'll take you
down a peg before I get done with
you. You're educated, too, they say
-- can read and write. You think
you're better'n your father, now,
don't you, because he can't? I'll
take it out of you. Who told you
you might meddle with such hifalut'n
foolishness, hey? -- who told you
you could?"
"The widow. She
told me."
"The widow, hey?
-- and who told the widow she could
put in her shovel about a thing that
ain't none of her business?"
"Nobody never told
her."
"Well, I'll learn
her how to meddle. And looky here --
you drop that school, you hear? I'll
learn people to bring up a boy to
put on airs over his own father and
let on to be better'n what he
is. You lemme catch you fooling
around that school again, you hear?
Your mother couldn't read, and she
couldn't write, nuther, before she
died. None of the family couldn't
before they died. I
can't; and here you're a-swelling
yourself up like this. I ain't the
man to stand it -- you hear? Say,
lemme hear you read."
I took up a book
and begun something about General
Washington and the wars. When I'd
read about a half a minute, he
fetched the book a whack with his
hand and knocked it across the
house. He says:
"It's so. You can
do it. I had my doubts when you told
me. Now looky here; you stop that
putting on frills. I won't have it.
I'll lay for you, my smarty; and if
I catch you about that school I'll
tan you good. First you know you'll
get religion, too. I never see such
a son.
He took up a
little blue and yaller picture of
some cows and a boy, and says:
"What's this?"
"It's something
they give me for learning my lessons
good."
He tore it up, and
says:
"I'll give you
something better -- I'll give you a
cowhide.
He set there
a-mumbling and a-growling a minute,
and then he says:
"Ain't you
a sweet-scented dandy, though? A
bed; and bedclothes; and a
look'n'-glass; and a piece of carpet
on the floor -- and your own father
got to sleep with the hogs in the
tanyard. I never see such a son. I
bet I'll take some o' these frills
out o' you before I'm done with you.
Why, there ain't no end to your airs
-- they say you're rich. Hey? --
how's that?"
"They lie --
that's how."
"Looky here --
mind how you talk to me; I'm
a-standing about all I can stand now
-- so don't gimme no sass. I've been
in town two days, and I hain't heard
nothing but about you bein' rich. I
heard about it away down the river,
too. That's why I come. You git me
that money to-morrow -- I want it."
"I hain't got no
money."
"It's a lie. Judge
Thatcher's got it. You git it. I
want it."
"I hain't got no money, I tell you.
You ask Judge Thatcher; he'll tell
you the same."
"All right. I'll
ask him; and I'll make him pungle,
too, or I'll know the reason why.
Say, how much you got in your
pocket? I want it."
"I hain't got only
a dollar, and I want that to -- "
"It don't make no
difference what you want it for --
you just shell it out."
He took it and bit
it to see if it was good, and then
he said he was going down town to
get some whisky; said he hadn't had
a drink all day. When he had got out
on the shed he put his head in
again, and cussed me for putting on
frills and trying to be better than
him; and when I reckoned he was gone
he come back and put his head in
again, and told me to mind about
that school, because he was going to
lay for me and lick me if I didn't
drop that.
Next day he was
drunk, and he went to Judge
Thatcher's and bullyragged him, and
tried to make him give up the money;
but he couldn't, and then he swore
he'd make the law force him.
The judge and the
widow went to law to get the court
to take me away from him and let one
of them be my guardian; but it was a
new judge that had just come, and he
didn't know the old man; so he said
courts mustn't interfere and
separate families if they could help
it; said he'd druther not take a
child away from its father. So Judge
Thatcher and the widow had to quit
on the business.
That pleased the
old man till he couldn't rest. He
said he'd cowhide me till I was
black and blue if I didn't raise
some money for him. I borrowed three
dollars from Judge Thatcher, and pap
took it and got drunk, and went
a-blowing around and cussing and
whooping and carrying on; and he
kept it up all over town, with a tin
pan, till most midnight; then they
jailed him, and next day they had
him before court, and jailed him
again for a week. But he said he
was satisfied; said he was boss of
his son, and he'd make it warm for
him.
When he got out
the new judge said he was a-going to
make a man of him. So he took him to
his own house, and dressed him up
clean and nice, and had him to
breakfast and dinner and supper with
the family, and was just old pie to
him, so to speak. And after supper
he talked to him about temperance
and such things till the old man
cried, and said he'd been a fool,
and fooled away his life; but now he
was a-going to turn over a new leaf
and be a man nobody wouldn't be
ashamed of, and he hoped the judge
would help him and not look down on
him. The judge said he could hug him
for them words; so he cried,
and his wife she cried again; pap
said he'd been a man that had always
been misunderstood before, and the
judge said he believed it. The old
man said that what a man wanted that
was down was sympathy, and the judge
said it was so; so they cried again.
And when it was bedtime the old man
rose up and held out his hand, and
says:
"Look at it,
gentlemen and ladies all; take
a-hold of it; shake it. There's a
hand that was the hand of a hog; but
it ain't so no more; it's the hand
of a man that's started in on a new
life, and'll die before he'll go
back. You mark them words -- don't
forget I said them. It's a clean
hand now; shake it -- don't be
afeard."
So they shook it, one after the
other, all around, and cried. The
judge's wife she kissed it. Then the
old man he signed a pledge -- made
his mark. The judge said it was the
holiest time on record, or something
like that. Then they tucked the old
man into a beautiful room, which was
the spare room, and in the night
some time he got powerful thirsty
and clumb out on to the porch-roof
and slid down a stanchion and traded
his new coat for a jug of forty-rod,
and clumb back again and had a good
old time; and towards daylight he
crawled out again, drunk as a
fiddler, and rolled off the porch
and broke his left arm in two
places, and was most froze to death
when somebody found him after
sun-up. And when they come to look
at that spare room they had to take
soundings before they could navigate
it.
The judge he felt
kind of sore. He said he reckoned a
body could reform the old man with a
shotgun, maybe, but he didn't know
no other way. |