"Wa'al," said the mountaineer, with a short laugh, "he begun by sayin' we were savages."
"Savages?"
"Not jes' with war-paint an' tomahawk, yo' understan'," continued the old man, enjoying the boy's astonishment, "but uncivilized an' wild. Thar an't any finer stock in the world, he said, than the mount'neers o' the Ridge, clar down to Tennessee, an' he said, too, that they were o' the good old English breed, not foreigners like are comin' in now."
"That's right enough," Hamilton agreed, "and, what's more, they were gentlemen of good birth, most of them; there was not much of the peasant in the early colonists."
"So this author chap said. But he explained that was the very reason they got so wild."
"I don't see that," objected Hamilton, "and I certainly don't see where the 'savage' idea comes in."
"Wa'al, he said that when you slid down from a high place it was harder to climb back than if the fall had b'n small. An' that's why it's so hard for those who have gone down,—they can see the depth o' the fall."
Hamilton, who was of an argumentative turn of mind, would have protested at this, but the old mountaineer proceeded.
"When the pioneers settled in the mount'ns they kind o' stuck. Those that went on, down into the Blue Grass region, went boomin' right ahead, but those that stayed in the mount'ns had no chance."
"I don't see why not?" objected the boy.