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Updated: June 19, 2025
Repairs had been instituted, several rooms were added, and a wide veranda replaced the rickety little porch and gave upon a noble prospect of mountain and valley and river. Here on sunshiny noons in the good Saint Martin's summer the old gran'dad loved to sit, blithe and hearty, chirping away the soft unseasonable December days.
Massa Branscome he were a mighty fine man and your gran'dad, Miss Olive he say he wouldn't have no puss'n to rob de nests o' Mockers, not anywheres on his 'states. Dey did eat a pile o' fruit, but dat was nuffin'. Fus' place he jes' loved ter hear 'em sing, an' den he 'lowed dat dey was powerful fond o' cottin worms, what was mighty bad some years.
"Hev that thar boy gone ter bed?" he asked. "Waal," she slowly drawled, in a soft, placid voice, "he kem hyar 'bout'n haffen hour ago so nigh crazed ter go ter stay all night with Jim an' Benny Gryce ez I hed ter let him. Old man Gryce rid by hyar in his wagon on his way home from the settlemint. So Ab went off with the Gryce boys an' thar gran'dad."
That's what me father done unto me gran'dad in eighteen six. At this p'int he coughs but ye sees he knew what was goin' on, bein' taught in secret be a lady iv th' stage fr'm whom manny a la-ad cud larn th' truth about his father. "Still he can't be persuaded f'r to apply f'r th' vacant improrship on account iv his lungs, till wan day a tailor shows up to measure him f'r some clothes.
"If I was to see a soldier-man I must say, quick, 'God save the king, or 'haps he'd eat me. Is is you hungry, Mister Soldier-man?" "Truly I am that, sweetheart; but I don't eat little maids. Where is your grandfather?" "Ain't got any gran'favver; I said 'gran'dad." "Well, your gran'dad, then; can you take me to him?" "I don't know. 'Haps you'd eat him." "No fear of that, my dear.
"Behaves powerful like a gran'dad," observed the smith, holding a horseshoe with the tongs in the fire while the striker laid hold on the bellows and the sighing sound surged to and fro and the white blaze flared forth, showing the interested faces of the group in the dusky smithy, and among them the horse whose shoe was making, while another stood at the open door defined against the snow.
We expected ter make it ter Shiloh buryin'-ground 'fore dark; but the road is middlin' heavy, an' 'bout five mile' back Ben cast a shoe. The funeral warn't over much 'fore noon." "Whyn't they bury him in Eskaqua, whar he died!" persisted Browdie. "Waal, they planned ter bury him alongside his mother an' gran'dad, what used ter live in Tanglefoot Cove.
He changed his boots at Mikelstraus an' down th' eagle swooped on Marcobrun, he says. 'Me gran'dad fled as flees th' hen befure th' hawk, but dad stayed not till gran'pa, treed, besought f'r peace.
Tom, he 'lowed he war dreamin' ez his gran'dad hed gin him a calf Tom say the calf war spotted red an' white an' jes' ez he war a-leadin' it home with him, his dad kem racin' inter the house with sech a rumpus ez woke him up, an' he never got the calf along no furder than the turn in the road.
When Makar Semyonich heard this, he looked at Aksionov, slapped his own knee, and exclaimed, "Well, this is wonderful! Really wonderful! But how old you've grown, Gran'dad!" The others asked him why he was so surprised, and where he had seen Aksionov before; but Makar Semyonich did not reply. He only said: "It's wonderful that we should meet here, lads!"
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