little　treat；　most　generally　a　cut　off　of　a　loaf　of　sugar；　that　used　to　be
  sold　in　the　shape　of　a　long　loaf　of　bread。　We　would　follow　her　down
  to　the　stile；　where　she　would　get　off；　and　delight　us　all　by　taking　something
  good　to　eat　out　of　the　〃reticule。〃　We　would　tie　old　Kit；　and　then
  take　our　turn　in　petting　the　colt。　The　first　grief　I　remember　to　have
  had　was　when　I　heard　of　the　death　of　my　grandmother。　I　wanted　to
  see　her　so　badly　and　go　to　the　funeral；　and　for　weeks　I　would　go　off
  by　myself　and　cry　about　her　death。　I　used　to　love　to　lie　and　sit　on
  her　grave　at　the　back　of　the　garden。　Older　people　often　forget　the
  sorrows　of　childhood；　but　I　felt　keenly　the　injustice　of　not　being　allowed
  to　see　her　dead　face　and　do　to　this　day。
  We　left　that　home；　when　I　was　about　five　years　old；　for　a　place
  about　two　miles　from　Danville；　Kentucky。　The　house　had　a　flat　roof；　the
  first　one　built　in　that　county；　it　had　an　observatory　on　top。　Our　nearest
  neighbors　were　Mr。　Banford's　family；　Mr。　Caldwell；　and　Mr。　Spears。
  Dr。　Jackson　and　Dr。　Smith　were　both　our　physicians；　and　my　father
  used　to　hire　his　physicians　by　the　year。　Dr。　Jackson　was　a　bachelor
  and　said　he　was　going　to　wait　for　me；　and　I　believed　him。　I　remember
  visiting　Dr。　Smith　in　Danville　and　seeing　a　human　skeleton　for
  the　first　time。　I　also　saw　leeches　he　used　in　bleeding。　I　remember　when
  one　of　my　little　brothers　was　born；　they　told　me　Dr。　Smith　found　him　in
  a　hollow　stump。　After　that　I　spent　hours　out　in　the　woods　looking
  in　hollow　stumps　for　babies。
  My　mother's　father　was　James　Campbell；　born　in　King　and　Queens
  County；　Virginia。　His　parents　were　from　Scotland。　He　was　married
  twice。　By　his　first　wife　he　had　two　sons；　William　and　Whitaker。　William
  married　and　died　young；　and　I　heard；　left　one　child；　a　daughter。
  Uncle　〃Whitt〃　lived　to　be　an　old　man。　The　second　time　my　grandfather
  married　a　Miss　Bradshaw。　He　had　four　sons　and　six　daughters。　I
  used　to　stay　at　grandma's　with　my　aunt　Sue。　When　my　mother　would
  take　long　trips　or　visits；　she　would　send　the　younger　children；　with　my
  nurse　Betsy；　over　there　to　stay　until　she　returned。　The　only　thing　I
  construe　into　a　cross　word；　that　my　grandfather　ever　spoke　to　me；　was
  when　I　was　running　upstairs　and　stumbled　and　he　said：　〃Jump　up；　and
  try　it　again；　my　daughter。〃　I　was　so　humiliated　by　the　rebuke　that　I
  hid　from　him　for　several　days。　He　was　a　Baptist　deacon　for　years。
  When　gentlemen　called　on　my　aunts；　lie　would　go　in　the　parlor　at　10
  o'clock　in　the　evening　and　wind　the　big　clock。　He　would　then　ask　the
  young　men　if　he　should　have　their　horses　put　up。　This　was　the　signal
  to　either　retire　or　leave。　He　never　went　to　bed　until　everyone　else　had
  retired。　My　grandfather　lived　in　Mercer　County；　not　far　from　Harrodsburg。
  My　grandmother　was　an　invalid　for　years；　and　kept　her　room。
  My　aunt　Sue　was　housekeeper。　In　the　dining　room　was　a　large　fireplace。
  The　teakettle　was　brought　in　at　breakfast；　water　was　boiled　by
  being　set　on　a　〃trivet；〃　over　some　coals　of　fire。
  Every　morning　my　grandfather　would　put　in　a　glass　some　sugar；
  butter　and　brandy；　then　pour　hot　water　over　it；　and；　while　the　family
  were　sitting　around　the　room；　waiting　for　breakfast；　he　would　go　to
  each；　and　give　to　those　who　wished；　a　spoonful　of　this　toddy；　saying：
  〃Will　you　have　a　taste；　my　daughter；　or　my　son？〃　He　never　gave　but
  one　spoonful；　and　then　he　drank　what　was　left　himself。　This　custom
  was　never　omitted。　I　remember　the　closet　where　the　barrel　of　spirits
  was　kept。　He　used　to　give　it　out　to　the　colored　people　in　a　pint　cup
  on　Saturdays。　Persons　have　often　said　to　me：　〃Our　grandfathers　used
  it；　and　they　did　not　get　drunk。〃　Truly；　we　are　reaping　what　they　have
  strewn。　They　sowed　to　the　wind　and　we　are　reaping　the　whirlwind。
  After　breakfast；　the　colored　man；　Patrick；　who　waited　on　my
  grandfather；　would　bring　out　a　horse　and　grandfather　would　ride　around
  the　place。　He　was　very　fond　of　hunting；　and　always　kept　hounds。　My
  father　would　tell　this　joke　on　him。　When　〃Daddy〃　Rice　was　baptising
  him　in　Dick's　River　grandpa　said：　〃Hold　on；　Father　Rice；　I　hear　Sounder
  barking　on　the　cliffs。〃　Sounder　was　his　favorite　hound。　There　was　a
  Mr。　Britt　who　was　a　great　fox　hunter；　who　lived　near　my　grandfather；
  and　whose　wife　was　opposed　to　his　hunting。　One　morning　my　grandfather
  went　by　Mr。　Britt's　house　winding　his　hunter's　horn。　Mr。　Britt
  jumped　for　his　trousers　and　so　did　Mrs。　Britt；　who　got　them　first　and
  threw　them　into　the　fire。　Another　time；　quite　a　party　of　ladies　and
  gentlemen　had　gathered　at　my　grandfather's　place；　to　go　on　a　fox　hunt。
  Grandfather　went　upstairs　hurriedly　to　put　on　his　buckskin　suit。　He
  jumped　across　the　banisters　to　facilitate　matters；　lost　his　balance　and
  tumbled　down　into　the　hall；　where　the　company　was　waiting。　He　did　not
  get　hurt；　it　was　a　great　joke　on　him。　When　he　was　a　young　man
  he　learned　carpentering　in　company　with　Buckner　Miller；　who　was　of
  the　same　trade。　These　two　young　men　came　to　Kentucky　from　Virginia；
  on　horseback；　seeking　their　fortunes。　They　had　many　experiences；
  always　endeavoring　to　stop　at　houses　for　the　night　where　there
  were　young　ladies。　One　house　where　there　were　quite　a　number　of
  girls；　Buckner　Miller　played　off　this　joke　on　my　grandfather。　The
  girls　occupied　the　room　below　where　the　men　were　sleeping。　The　men
  heard　a　commotion　in　the　girls'　room。　My　grandfather　tipped　softly；
  down　and　Buckner　after　him；　to　find　out　what　was　going　on。　They
  opened　the　door　sufficiently　to　see　the　girls　in　their　gowns；　circling
  around　the　candle；　playing　〃poison。〃　Mr。　Miller；　to　pay　my　grandfather
  for　some　pranks　he　had　played　off　on　him；　gave　him　a　push；　and　grandfather
  rushed　into　the　middle　of　the　room　in　his　night　clothes。　The
  girls　flew　under　the　beds　and　the　men　ran　upstairs　and　climbed　out　at
  the　window。
  ｛illust。　caption　=　MY　FATHER；　GEORGE　MOORE。｝
  My　father's　name　was　George　Moore；　and　his　father's　name　was
  Martin　Moore。　He　was　of　Irish　descent。　He　had　two　brothers　who
  died　when　the　cholera　raged　in　Kentucky；　about　1842。　One　of　them；
  William　Moore；　married　a　Miss　Blackburn　of　Versailles；　Ky。　He　had
  several　sisters；　some　of　them　died　young。
  Mark　Antony；　in　his　memorial　address　over　the　body　of　Caesar；　said
  that　Brutus　was　Caesar's　angel。　If　I　ever　had　an　angel　on　earth；　it　was　my
  father。　I　have　met　many　men　who　had　lovable　characters；　but　none
  equaled　him　in　my　estimation。　He　was　not　a　saint；　but　a　manone　of
  the　noblest　works　of　God。　He　was　impetuous；　quick；　impatient；　but　never
  nervous；　could　collect　himself　in　a　moment　and　was　always　master　of
  the　situation。　I　have　seen　him　in　many　trying　places　but　never　remember
  to　have　seen　him　in　a　condition　of　being　afraid。　When　he　lived
  in　Cass　County；　Mo。；　during　the　war；　we　saw　Quantrell's　men　coming
  up　to　the　house。　These　men　were　dressed　in　slouch　hats；　gray　suits；
  and　had　their　guns　and　haversacks　roped　to　their　saddles。　My　father
  was　a　union　man；　but　a　southern　sympathizer。　He　cried　like　a　child
  when　he　heard　the　south　had　seceded　and　taken　another　flag。　He　did
  not　know　to　what　extent　he　was　disliked　by　this　gang　of　bushwhackers；
  and　we　were　very　much　alarmed；　fully　expected　some　harm　was　meant。
  Men　on　both　sides　were　frequently　taken　out　and　shot　down。　When
  the　Bushwhackers　would　kill　a　union　man　then　the　Jayhawkers　would
  kill　〃a　secesh。〃
  My　father　said　to　us：　〃You　stay　in　the　house　and　keep　quiet。　I　will
  meet　them。〃　I　watched　him　through　a　window。　He　was　tall　and　straight
  as　an　Indian。　He　walked　up　to　them；　taking　off　his　hat　and　called　〃Good
  morning〃　to　them　in　a　friendly　tone。　Asked　them　to　get　off　their　horses；
  for　he　had　a　treat　for　them。　In　the　corner　of　the　yard　was　the　carriage
  house　and　under　that　was　a　rock　spring　house；　through　which　a
  living　stream　of　water　ran　around　the　pans　of　milk。　He　took　them　to
  the　door；　gave　them　seats；　then　went　in　this　milkhouse　and　brought　out
  a　jar　of　buttermilk。　I　have　heard　it　said　that　buttermilk　is　one　of　the
  greatest　treats　to　a　soldier。　He　talked　with　these　men　as　if　they　had
  been　friends；　brought　out　fruit；　loaded　them　with　bread；　butter　and　milk；
  and　they　left　without　even　taking　a　horse　from　us。　I　fully　believe　it
  was　their　intention　to　do　some　harm；　but　by　the　tact　of　my　father　they
  were　disarmed。　〃A　soft　answer　turneth　away　wrath；　but　grievous　words
  stir　up　strife。〃　He　was　a　thorough　business　man；　but　his　social　qualities
  exceeded　all　others。　He　often　had　to　pay　security　debts；　one　for
  Mr。　Key；　his　brother…in…law；　of　five　thousand　dollars。　Just　before　the
  election　of　Lincoln；　he　took　a　large　drove　of　mules　to　Natchez；　Miss。；
  twenty…two　of　these　mules　were　of　his　own　raising。　While　there　Lincoln
  was　elected；　which　threw　the　south　into　war。　He　sold　the　mules
  on　time　and　never　got　a　dollar　for　them。　To　the　honor　of　my　father
  be　it　said；　he　gave　up　all　his　property　to　pay　his　debts；　never　withholding；
  where　he　could　have　done　so。　A　short　while　before　he　died　there　was
  one　debt　of　a　few　hundred　dollars　he　could　not　pay。　He　wept　and　told
  me　of　this。　A　year　ago　I　settled　up　with　Mr。　Wills'　heirs　and　paid
  this　debt　to　his　children；　who　live　near　Peculiar　in　Cass　county；　Mo。
  It　would　be　such　d　joy　to　my　father　to　know　that　I　di