“And when you were born?”
“No! Hang it all, sir, that’s a poser. Can’t recollect being born.”
The lawyer raised his eyebrows.
“Somewhere about five-and-twenty years ago, I believe; but I’ve led such a rough life out there, that you mustn’t ask me any questions about dates or books.”
“Can you tell me anything about your childhood?”
“Oh, yes. Father had a ranche, and he went gold-digging, and prospecting, and we had an old nigger servant, who used to wash and cook and do everything; and a half-breed chap, half Indian, half Englishman, who used to take me out in the woods; and old Jake, that was the nigger, used to give me rides on his back.”
“But I mean about your earlier life.”
“No; can’t go back any farther than that.”
“You remember your grandfather, of course?”
“Eh? No, how should I remember a man I never saw?”