The great Dr.Cotter--and 'Dr.' in his case didn't mean a physician, it meant an M.A.and a Ph.

D.and all sorts of learned things--could not only speak eight languages, but he knew also so many other things that I've heard he could forget more in a day and not miss it than the ordinary man would learn in a lifetime." Jarvis whistled.
"He wuz shorely a big scholar," he said, "but it agrees exactly with what old Aunt Suse says.

Paul Cotter was always huntin' fur books, an' books wuz mighty sca'ce in the Kentucky woods then." "Henry Ware and Paul Cotter always lived near each other," resumed Harry, "and in two cases their grandchildren intermarried.

A boy of my own age named Dick Mason, who is the great-grandson of Paul Cotter, is also my first cousin." "Now that's interestin' an' me bein' of an inquirin' min', I'd like to ask you where this Dick Mason is." Harry waved his hand toward the north.
"Up there somewhere," he said.
"You mean that he's gone with the North, took one side while you've took the other ?" "Yes, that's it.

We couldn't see alike, but we think as much as ever of each other.