Far Country, a — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 643 pages of information about Far Country, a — Complete.

Far Country, a — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 643 pages of information about Far Country, a — Complete.

“Wonderful people, those Indians were!” he observed.  “They could make arrowheads as sharp as chisels.”

I was most uncomfortable....

He had a strong voice, and spoke with a rising inflection and a marked accent that still remains peculiar to our locality, although it was much modified in my mother and not at all noticeable in my father; with an odd nasal alteration of the burr our Scotch-Irish ancestors had brought with them across the seas.  For instance, he always called my father Mr. Par-r-ret.  He had an admiration and respect for him that seemed to forbid the informality of “Matthew.”  It was shared by others of my father’s friends and relations.

“Sarah,” Cousin Robert would say to my mother, “you’re coddling that boy, you ought to lam him oftener.  Hand him over to me for a couple of months—­I’ll put him through his paces....  So you’re going to send him to college, are you?  He’s too good for old Benjamin’s grocery business.”

He was very fond of my mother, though he lectured her soundly for her weakness in indulging me.  I can see him as he sat at the head of the supper table, carving liberal helpings which Mary and Helen and Willie devoured with country appetites, watching our plates.

“What’s the matter, Hugh?  You haven’t eaten all your lamb.”

“He doesn’t like fat, Robert,” my mother explained.

“I’d teach him to like it if he were my boy.”

“Well, Robert, he isn’t your boy,” Cousin Jenny would remind him....  His bark was worse than his bite.  Like many kind people he made use of brusqueness to hide an inner tenderness, and on the train he was hail fellow well met with every Tom, Dick and Harry that commuted,—­although the word was not invented in those days,—­and the conductor and brakeman too.  But he had his standards, and held to them....

Mine was not a questioning childhood, and I was willing to accept the scheme of things as presented to me entire.  In my tenderer years, when I had broken one of the commandments on my father’s tablet (there were more than ten), and had, on his home-coming, been sent to bed, my mother would come softly upstairs after supper with a book in her hand; a book of selected Bible stories on which Dr. Pound had set the seal of his approval, with a glazed picture cover, representing Daniel in the lions’ den and an angel standing beside him.  On the somewhat specious plea that Holy Writ might have a chastening effect, she was permitted to minister to me in my shame.  The amazing adventure of Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego particularly appealed to an imagination needing little stimulation.  It never occurred to me to doubt that these gentlemen had triumphed over caloric laws.  But out of my window, at the back of the second storey, I often saw a sudden, crimson glow in the sky to the southward, as though that part of the city had caught fire.  There were the big steel-works, my mother told me, belonging to Mr. Durrett and Mr. Hambleton, the father

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