A Son of the Middle Border | Page 9

Hamlin Garland
abounding vigor. With them reaping was a game, husking corn a test of endurance and skill, threshing a "bee." It was a Dudley against a McClintock, a Gilfillan against a Garland, and my father's laughing descriptions of the barn-raisings, harvestings and rail-splittings of the valley filled my mind with vivid pictures of manly deeds. Every phase of farm work was carried on by hand. Strength and skill counted high and I had good reason for my idolatry of David and William. With the hearts of woodsmen and fists of sailors they were precisely the type to appeal to the imagination of a boy. Hunters, athletes, skilled horsemen everything they did was to me heroic.
Frank, smallest of all these sons of Hugh, was not what an observer would call puny. He weighed nearly one hundred and eighty pounds and never met his match except in his brothers. William could outlift him, David could out-run him and outleap him, but he was more agile than either was indeed a skilled acrobat.
His muscles were prodigious. The calves of his legs would not go into his top boots, and I have heard my father say that once when the "tumbling" in the little country "show" seemed not to his liking, Frank sprang over the ropes into the arena and went around the ring in a series of professional flip-flaps, to the unrestrained delight of the spectators. I did not witness this per formance, I am sorry to say, but I have seen him do somersaults and turn cart-wheels in the dooryard just from the pure joy of living. He could have been a pro fessional acrobat and he came near to being a pro fessional ball-player.
He was always smiling, but his temper was fickle. Anybody could get a fight out of Frank McClintock at any time, simply by expressing a desire for it. To call him a liar was equivalent to contracting a doctor's bill. He loved hunting, as did all his brothers, but was too excitable to be a highly successful shot whereas William and David were veritable Leather-stockings in their mastery of the heavy, old-fashioned rifle. David was especially dreaded at the turkey shoots of the county.
William was over six feet in height, weighed two hun dred and forty pounds, and stood "straight as an Injun." He was one of the most formidable men of the valley even at fifty as I first recollect him, he walked with a quick lift of his foot like that of a young Chippewa. To me he was a huge gentle black bear, but I firmly believed he could whip any man in the world even Uncle David if he wanted to. I never expected to see him fight, for I could not imagine anybody foolish enough to invite his wrath.
Such a man did develop, but not until William was over sixty, gray-haired and ill, and even then it took two strong men to engage him fully, and when it was all over (the contest filled but a few seconds), one assailant could not be found, and the other had to call in a doctor to piece him together again.
William did not have a mark his troubles began when he went home to his quaint little old wife. In some strange way she divined that he had been fighting, and soon drew the story from him. "William McClintock," said she severely, "hain't you old enough to keep your temper and not go brawling around like that and at a school meeting too!"
William hung his head. "Well, I dunno! I suppose my dyspepsy has made me kind o irritable," he said by way of apology.
My father was the historian of most of these exploits on the part of his brothers-in-law, for he loved to exalt their physical prowess at the same time that he deplored their lack of enterprise and system. Certain of their traits he understood well. Others he was never able to comprehend, and I am not sure that they ever quite understood themselves.
A deep vein of poetry, of sub-conscious Celtic sadness^ ran through them all. It was associated with their love" of music and was wordless. Only hints of this endow ment came out now and again, and to the day of his death my father continued to express perplexity, and a kind of irritation at the curious combination of bitterness and jweetness^ sloth and tremendous energy, slovenli ness and exaltation which made Hugh McClintock and his sons the jest and the admiration of those who knew them best.
Undoubtedly to the Elwells and Dudleys, as to most of their definite, practical, orderly and successful New England neighbors, my uncles were merely a good- natured, easy-going lot of " fiddlers," but to me as 1 grew old enough to understand them, they became a group
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