Well, sir, he married and riz a family; there was my grandfather and a passel of girls--and that crop of children was the only decent crop he ever riz.

I've heard my grandfather tell how, when he got old enough to notice such things, he seen that his father had the look of a man with something mysterious hangin' over him, but he couldn't make it out what it was, though he gave it a heap of study.

He seen, too, that let him get a taste of licker and he'd begin to throw out them hints, how if folks only knowed the truth they'd be just naturally fallin' over themselves fo' to do him a favor, instead of pickin' on him and tryin' to down him.
"My grandfather said he never knowed a man, either, with the same aversion agin labor as his father had.

Folks put it down to laziness, but they misjudged him, as come out later, yet he never let on.

He just went around sorrowful-like, and when there was a piece of work fo' him to do he'd spend a heap of time studyin' it, or mebby he'd just set and look at it until he was ready fo' to give it up.