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Updated: May 21, 2025
Then, renewing his explanation to Kennedy, "I kin see that I don't purvide fur my fambly ez I ought ter do, through hatin' work and lovin' to play the fiddle." "I ain't goin' ter hear my home an' hearth reviled." Aurelia laid an imperative hand on her husband's arm. "Ye know ye couldn 't make more out'n sech ground, though I ain't faultin' our land, neither.
Bud rocked a little on his feet as he stood confronting the steady challenge of Aaron McGivins. "So ye lets a man work slavish fer ye all day, and then starts in faultin' him ef he takes a drink at sun-down. Well damn ye, I don't aim ter go nowhars tell I'm ready an' ambitious ter go does ye hear thet or does I hev ter tell ye again?"
"I knows hit full well, an' I've sought deespite how I was borned ter be a man." "Ye hain't only tried ye've done succeeded," he assured her, then after a long drawn breath he went on. "Most folks 'lowed hit was like faultin' ther Almighty ter feel thet-a-way. They said hit war plum rebellious." The girl whose cheeks had gone pallid and whose lips were tight drawn spoke defiantly.
Crudity or deficiency of the verb characterizes the speech of all primitive peoples. In mountain vernacular many words that serve as verbs are only nouns of action, or adjectives, or even adverbs. "That bear 'll meat me a month." "They churched Pitt for tale-bearin'." "Granny kept faultin' us all day." "Are ye fixin' to go squirrelin'?" "Sis blouses her waist a-purpose to carry a pistol."
He had come to recount an achievement which had plumed and reappareled a limping self-respect and he had expected congratulation. "What's ther use of faultin' me by mincin' words? I licked him, didn't I? Set hit down ter anything ye likes." Her voice still held that cold note of inflexible but quiet anger.
I never keered fur nobody else! an' I war tongue-tied, an' full of fool pride, an' faultin' ye fur yer ways; an' I wouldn't gin ye the word I knowed ye war wantin' ter hear. But now I kin tell the pore ghost of ye I kin tell the pore, pore ghost!" She buried her swollen, tear-stained face in her hands, and shook her head to and fro with the realization of the futility of late repentance.
"He wouldn't do nobody no harm; he's good enough that way, and I ain't a faultin' him. But you ought to have a MAN, a sure enough good man." "But tell me, Daddy, why ain't we got no folks?" The faintest glimmer of a smile came into the dark face; "You're sure growed up, girl; you're sure growed up, girl; you sure are. An' I reckon you might as well know." Then he told her.
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