Viola Gwyn | Page 3

And his grandfather was
a very important person. Everybody called him "Squire"; sometimes
they said "your honour"; most people touched their hats to him. When
his father went off to the war, he and his mother came to live at
"grandpa's house." The cabin in which he was born was at the other end
of the street, fully half-a-mile away, out beyond the grist mill. It had
but three rooms and no "upstairs" at all except the place under the roof
where they kept the dried apples, and the walnuts and hickory nuts,
some old saddle-bags and boxes, and his discarded cradle. You had to
climb up a ladder and through a square hole in the ceiling to get into

this place, and you would have to be very careful not to stand up
straight or you would bump your head,--unless you were exactly in the
middle, where the ridge-pole was.
He remembered that it was a very long walk to "grandpa's house"; he
used to get very tired and his father would lift him up and place him on
his shoulder; from this lofty, even perilous, height he could look down
upon the top of his mother's bonnet,--a most astonishing view and one
that filled him with glee.
His father was the biggest man in all the world, there could be no doubt
about that. Why, he was bigger even than grandpa, or Doctor Flint, or
the parson, or Mr. Carter, who lived in the cabin next door and was
Minda's father. For the matter of that, he was, himself, a great deal
bigger than Minda, who was only two years old and could not say
anywhere near as many words as he could say--and did not know her
ABC's, or the Golden Rule, or who George Washington was.
And his father was ever so much taller than his mother. He was tall
enough to be her father or her grandfather; why, she did not come up to
his shoulder when she walked beside him. He was a million times
bigger than she was. He was bigger than anybody else in all the world.
The little border town in Kentucky, despite its population of less than a
thousand, was the biggest city in the world. There was no doubt about
that either in Kenneth's loyal little mind. It was bigger than
Philadelphia--(he called it Fil-LEF-ily),--where his mother used to live
when she was a little girl, or Massashooshoo, where Minda's father and
mother comed from.
He was secretly distressed by the superior physical proportions of his
"Auntie" Rachel. There was no denying the fact that she was a great
deal taller than his mother. He had an abiding faith, however, that some
day his mother would grow up and be lots taller than Minda's mother.
He challenged his toddling playmate to deny that his mother would be
as big as hers some day, a lofty taunt that left Minda quite unmoved.
Nevertheless, he was very fond of "Auntie" Rachel. She was good to
him. She gave him cakes and crullers and spread maple sugar on many
a surreptitious piece of bread and butter, and she had a jolly way of
laughing, and she never told him to wash his hands or face, no matter
how dirty they were. In that one respect, at least, she was much nicer
than his mother. He liked Mr. Carter, too. In fact, he liked everybody

except old Boose, the tin pedlar, who took little boys out into the
woods and left them for the wolves to eat if they were not very, very
good.
He was four when they brought Mr. Carter home in a wagon one day.
Some men carried him into the house, and Aunt Rachel cried, and his
mother went over and stayed a long, long time with her, and his father
got on his horse and rode off as fast as he could go for Doctor Flint,
and he was not allowed to go outside the house all day,--or old Boose
would get him.
Then, one day, he saw "Auntie" Rachel all dressed in black, and he was
frightened. He ran away crying. She looked so tall and scary,---like the
witches Biddy Shay whispered about when his grandma was not
around,--the witches and hags that flew up to the sky on broomsticks
and never came out except at night.
His father did the "chores" for '"Auntie" Rachel for a long time,
because Mr. Carter was not there to attend to them.
There came a day when the buds were fresh on the twigs, and the grass
was very green, and the birds that had been gone for a long time were
singing again in the trees, and it was not raining. So he went down the
road to play in Minda's