Steve went up to the table with the rest for his portion of food, and took his chances with the other children if a squabble began. Association with the children was most enjoyable to Steve. They told marvellous tales about giants and mountain feuds and the mother’s threat of “boogers” was sure to stir up all their recollections about ghosts. Wherever there was a “killin’” as the result of a mountain feud ghosts were sure to congregate and marvellous were the tales which clustered about each bloody spot. Steve being a new listener must hear all these old tragic stories.
When meals were over, the family disposed themselves to their liking. The head of the house invariably lit his pipe and sat in the chimney corner to smoke, a custom quite familiar to Steve. The mother washed the skillet and few utensils used about the meal, smoking her pipe the while. The young girl sat down outside in the sun to play with 46 her baby, the big boys perhaps went off hunting and the children wandered aimlessly in and out.
The fields of corn and tobacco had been planted and now there was little to do but watch it grow, so they thought. The hogs practically took care of themselves. What more could any one demand, a blank look would unconsciously have inquired, if asked why they did not work.
When the day was over and the troop of children began to grow sleepy, one after another dropped down upon the cabin floor, perhaps upon a pallet, perhaps not, and fell asleep. The older ones followed in the same way, as inclination suggested, and room was cheerfully made for Steve among the rest. For a night or two the full chorus of audible breathing wakened him frequently, but he soon became accustomed to it.
In the morning the voice of some child was apt to be heard first:
“Mammy, I’m hongry.”
And the reply would come, “Now you shet up, ’tain’t time ter be gittin’ up yit,” or perhaps the satisfied parent would yawn and say:
“Wal, I reckons I might as well git up and stop ye mouth,” and so the household would gradually emerge from slumber.
This was the normal daily life, but comedy and 47 tragedy came to them as to the rest of the world, and Steve had a taste of both during his stay of a week.
Unlike Hollow Hut it was a somewhat thickly settled community and one moonlight night some young folks from neighbouring cabins came in. Steve’s friends made the visitors welcome and hailed with delight the banjo which one of them had brought. The young folks were out for a frolic and laugh and joke were ready.