As the drunken father approached brandishing his stick, the boy ran, and in a direction opposite from that of the school-house.

The enraged father pursued, and the unnatural race continued for nearly a mile.

A slight turn in the road concealed the boy for a moment from the view of his pursuer, and he plunged into the forest and hid.

The father, with staggering gait, rushed along, but having lost sight of the boy, soon gave up the chase, and returned home.
This revolting spectacle, of such a father and such a son, over which one would think that angels might weep, only excited the derision of this strange boy.

It was what he had been accustomed to all his life.
He describes it in ludicrous terms, with the slang phrases which were ever dropping from his lips.