He had bought a little farm not far away, and settled down into a mode of life which he never afterward changed. As he was leaving at the end of the third day, he said:--
"Now, sir, if you want any bootcherin" done, I"m y"r man. I don"t turn m" hand over f"r any man in the state; no, sir! I c"n git a hawg on the gambrils jest a leetle quicker"n any other man I ever see; yes, sir; by gum!"
"All right, uncle; I"ll send for you when I"m ready to kill."
II
Hog-killing was one of the events of a boy"s life on a Western farm, and Daddy was destined to be a.s.sociated in the minds of Shep and Milton with another disagreeable job, that of building the fire and carrying water.
It was very early on a keen, biting morning in November when Daddy came driving into the yard with his rude, long-runnered sled, one horse half his length behind the other in spite of the driver"s clucking. He was delighted to catch the boys behind in the preparation.
"A-a-h-h-r-r-h-h!" he rasped out, "you lazy vagabon"s? Why ain"t you got that fire blazin"? What the devil do y" mean, you rascals! Here it is broad daylight, and that fire not built. I vum, sir, you need a thrashin", the whole kit an bilun" of ye; yessir! Come, come, come!
hustle now, stir your boots! hustle y"r boots--ha! ha! ha!"
It was of no use to plead cold weather and damp chips.
"What has that got to do with it, sir? I vum, sir, when I was your age, I could make a fire of green red-oak; yessir! Don"t talk to me of colds!
Stir your stumps and get warm, sir!"
The old man put up his horses (and fed them generously with oats), and then went to the house to ask for "a leetle something hot--mince pie or sa.s.sidge." His request was very modest, but, as a matter of fact, he sat down and ate a very hearty breakfast, while the boys worked away at the fire under the big kettle.
The hired man, under Daddy"s direction, drew the bob-sleighs into position on the sunny side of the corn-crib, and arranged the barrel at the proper slant, while the old man ground his knives, Milton turning the grindstone--another hateful task, which Daddy"s stories could not alleviate.
Daddy never finished a story. If he started in to tell about a horse trade, it infallibly reminded him of a cattle trade, and talking of cattle switched him off upon logging, and logging reminded him of some heavy snow-storm he had known. Each parenthesis outgrew its proper limits, till he forgot what should have been the main story. His stories had some compensation, for when he stopped to try to recollect where he was, the pressure on the grindstone was released.
At last the water was hot, and the time came to seize the hogs. This was the old man"s great moment. He stood in the pen and shrieked with laughter while the hired men went rolling, one after the other, upon the ground, or were bruised against the fence by the rush of the burly swine.
"You"re a fine lot," he laughed. "Now, then, sir, _grab "im_! Why don"t ye nail "im? I vum, sir, if I couldn"t do better"n that, sir, I"d sell out; I would, sir, by gol! Get out o" the way!"
With a lofty scorn he waved aside all help and stalked like a gladiator toward the pigs huddled in one corner of the pen. And when the selected victim was rushing by him, his long arm and great bony hand swept out, caught him by the ear, and flung him upon his side, squealing with deafening shrillness. But in spite of his smiling concealment of effort, Daddy had to lean against the fence and catch his breath even while he boasted:--
"I"m an old codger, sir, but I"m worth--a dozen o" you--spindle-legged chaps; dum me if I ain"t, sir!"
His pride in his ability to catch and properly kill a hog was as genuine as the old knight-errant"s pride in his ability to stick a knife into another steel-clothed brigand like himself. When the slain shote was swung upon the planking on the sled before the barrel, Daddy rested, while the boys filled the barrel with water from the kettle.
There was always a weird charm about this stage of the work to the boys.
The sun shone warm and bright in the lee of the corn-crib; the steam rose up, white and voluminous, from the barrel; the eaves dropped steadily; the hens ventured near, nervously, but full of curiosity, while the men laughed and joked with Daddy, starting him off on long stories, and winking at each other when his back was turned.
At last he mounted his planking, selecting Mr. Jennings to pull upon the other handle of the hog-hook. He considered he conferred a distinct honor in this selection.
"The time"s been, sir, when I wouldn"t thank any man for his help. No, sir, wouldn"t thank "im."
"What do you do with these things?" asked one of the men, kicking two iron candlesticks which the old man laid conveniently near.
"Sc.r.a.pe a hawg with them, sir. What do y" s"pose, you numskull?"
"Well, I never saw anything--"
"You"ll have a chance mighty quick, sir. Grab ahold, sir! Swing "im around--there! Now easy, easy! Now then, one, two; one, two--that"s right."
While he dipped the porker in the water, pulling with his companion rhythmically upon the hook, he talked incessantly, mixing up sc.r.a.ps of stories and boastings of what he could do, with commands of what he wanted the other man to do.
"The best man I ever worked with. _Now turn "im, turn "im!_" he yelled, reaching over Jennings"s wrist. "Grab under my wrist. There! won"t ye never learn how to turn a hawg? _Now out with "im!_" was his next wild yell, as the steaming hog was jerked out of the water upon the planking.
"Now try the hair on them ears! Beautiful scald," he said, clutching his hand full of bristles and beaming with pride. "Never see anything finer.
Here, Bub, a pail of hot water, quick! Try one of them candlesticks!
They ain"t no better sc.r.a.per than the bottom of an old iron candlestick; no, sir! Dum your new-fangled sc.r.a.pers! I made a bet once with old Jake Ridgeway that I could sc.r.a.pe the hair off"n two hawgs, by gum, quicker"n he could one. Jake was blowin" about a new sc.r.a.per he had....
"Yes, yes, yes, dump it right into the barrel. Condemmit! Ain"t you got no gumption?... So Sim Smith, he held the watch. Sim was a mighty good hand t" work with; he was about the only man I ever sawed with who didn"t ride the saw. He could jerk a crosscut saw.... Now let him in again, now, _he-ho_, once again! _Rool him over now_; that foreleg needs a tech o" water. Now out with him again; that"s right, that"s right! By gol, a beautiful scald as ever I see!"
Milton, standing near, caught his eye again. "Clean that ear, sir! What the devil you standin" there for?" He returned to his story after a pause. "A--n--d Jake, he sc.r.a.ped away--_hyare_!" he shouted suddenly, "don"t ruggle the skin like that! Can"t you see the way I do it? Leave it smooth as a baby, sir--yessir!"
He worked on in this way all day, talking unceasingly, never shirking a hard job, and scarcely showing fatigue at any moment.
"I"m short o" breath a leetle, that"s all; never git tired, but my wind gives out. Dum cold got on me, too."
He ate a huge supper of liver and potatoes, still working away hard at an ancient horse trade, and when he drove off at night, he had not yet finished a single one of the dozen stories he had begun.
III
But pitching grain and hog-killing were on the lower levels of his art, for above all else Daddy loved to be called upon to play the fiddle for dances. He "officiated" for the first time at a dance given by one of the younger McTurgs. They were all fiddlers themselves,--had been for three generations,--but they seized the opportunity of helping Daddy and at the same time of relieving themselves of the trouble of furnishing the music while the rest danced.
Milton attended this dance, and saw Daddy for the first time earning his money pleasantly. From that time on the a.s.sociations around his personality were less severe, and they came to like him better. He came early, with his old fiddle in a time-worn white-pine box. His hair was neatly combed to the top of his long, narrow head, and his face was very clean. The boys all greeted him with great pleasure, and asked him where he would sit.
"Right on that table, sir; put a chair up there."
He took his chair on the kitchen-table as if it were a throne. He wore huge moccasins of moose-hide on his feet, and for special occasions like this added a paper collar to his red woollen shirt. He took off his coat and laid it across his chair for a cushion. It was all very funny to the young people, but they obeyed him laughingly, and while they "formed on," he sawed his violin and coaxed it up to concert pitch, and tw.a.n.ged it and banged it into proper tunefulness.
"A-a-a-ll ready there!" he rasped out, with prodigious force. "Everybody git into his place!" Then, lifting one huge foot, he put the fiddle under his chin, and, raising his bow till his knuckles touched the strings, he yelled, "Already, G"LANG!" and brought his foot down with a startling bang on the first note. _Rye doodle duo, doodle doo_.
As he went on and the dancers fell into rhythm, the clatter of heavy boots seemed to thrill him with old-time memories, and he kept boisterous time with his foot, while his high, rasping nasal rang high above the confusion of tongues and heels and swaying forms.
"_Ladies_" gran" change! Four hands round! _Balance_ all! _Elly_-man left! Back to play-cis."
His eyes closed in a sort of intoxication of pleasure, but he saw all that went on in some miraculous way.
"_First_ lady lead to the right--_toodle rum rum!_ _Gent_ foller after (step along thar)! Four hands round--"
The boys were immensely pleased with him. They delighted in his antics rather than in his tunes, which were exceedingly few and simple. They seemed never to be able to get enough of one tune which he called "Honest John," and which he played in his own way, accompanied by a chant which he meant, without a doubt, to be musical.
"HON-ers tew your pardners--_tee teedle deedle dee dee dee dee_! Stand up straight an" put on your style! _Right_ an" left four--"
The hat was pa.s.sed by the floor-manager during the evening, and Daddy got nearly three dollars, which delighted Milton very much.
At supper he insisted on his prerogative, which was to take the prettiest girl out to supper.