|Dans" mountain Homer (standard:Inspirational stories, 1405 words)|
|Author: stanley mcqueen kentucky backwoods writer||Added: Jul 22 2007||Views/Reads: 2128/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
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Homer Mountain Home Backwoods writer Stanley Mcqueen The grey headed old man that I had often seen along the wagon roads of Muddy Fork county was a loner and no one around here really new much about the old man. I had seen him often which coming from the sawmill after work time. Last week I spoke a howdy to him as we meet in the wagon road him going one way and me going the other toward home. He seem friendly enough and I was curious to learn more about him, I decided the next time I meet him in passing that I would strike up a conversation with him and maybe I could figure out what he was in character , my name is Frank and I have lived around here all my life and im not married and I have reached the age of twenty one , I work at old man Webb saw mill at the bottom of the mountain , my folks Maw and paw are like most everyone around these part simple common folks and Paw is a farmer and we all three live in a little crude shack that set surrounded my the rough ridges , paw tends corn and tobacco crops and me being still a single man haven't left home yet, so I help around the place and have the extra Job at the sawmill. I never mention our last name is Turner and there is a lot of us Turners around here most of my people settled in this region several generation ago , and I guess that how we come to be in this place.. It was on Tuesday when work was finished for the day when I meet the old ,man along the way and again I spoke to him and asked him how things was going for him and he answered very well young man, well I have seen you along these wagon road since I was a young sprout and I never did have a talk with you so how about us swopping some words I suggested to him, well boy that will be ok with me what is it that you wanting to talk about he asked? Well first off where do you live I asked him? Well boys I live on a ridge knob about two miles due west of right here he tells me. I live like a wild bore hog he laugh at his own words, how that I asked him what do you mean like a wild hog.? Well boy I have no wife no kin folks no work at least not a paying job like most folks around these parts do he added” how in the world do you manage to eat and have a roof over you head I asked” well boy there is a shallow cave that I have took for my home it Is cool in the summer and a might warm in the winter, and I trap and hunt my food and get by pretty good so far he bragged” don't it get a might lonesome living all by yourself I asked him” boy I have never a dull moment im too busy trying to fine food and I do work just a little in the summer for some of these farmers when there crops are needing gathering, I get by pretty fair and that a fact he added” well it seem like some folks like you have life in a hand basket , I replied “ well boy life is what a man make of it , some folks are meant to be loners and like myself im a might ugly and never did spark a lady eye and I guess that why I have live a hermits life I would suppose he said and seem to be in deep thought. Now boy i.m thinking your admiring my kind of life, and you being young and all I can see why, every man want to be free like the wind and that ain,t a bad idea in a way he said” but I might tell you this if you find a good women in the future and settled down and buy you a little farm that would grow corn and tobacco and have a mess of kids that would be better than my life is would you agree he asked? Well I never new no one like you before that live a free care free life I replied, your life seem to fit my fancy I told him, you go to bed when you want to and come and go like a free wild mountain bird , that seem like a good life to me I said” well boys last winter do you recall that big snow that covered these mountain he asked” yes I recall I answered ‘ Well boy food got scarce for me all the game never stirred and I though for sure I would starve to death, see son it isn't as good of life as you think, he declares” Now see here boy a man must think what kind of life he is willing to take up, and I would strongly advise you to find you a mate in the future and get this free life out of your noggin, you don't want to be like me boys a loner and a nobody he said” well sir I don't see you as a nobody you're a human being just like all the rest of us people around here and that the way I see all human I said “ Boy do you know what folks call me around here my name I mean he added” no I never have heard you name spoken of I tell him. Folks call e crazy old Dan hopper , folks here shun me because im ragged and sort of grown over with hair he said” now boy I might be a hermit but I have never hurt anyone in my life my hearts is as clear as spring water, I have no ills toward and man , maybe I look different but inside my heart there is a caring person, let me tell you some wise wisdom son he said, now listen boy a man heart is the most important thing about him .. If a man heart is evil he will come to naught.. His life will be filled with hate and misery .. His way will be displeasing with the lord and master , his hand will be empty at the day of judgment..and the end he will suffer punishment.. Now boy some men don't believe in nothing and those men are like empty vessels they have nothing but vanity inside them, now boy you might ask me where I learn these things of wisdom he said” yes I do wonder where you got such knowledge I answered” well boy my dear old departed mother read me the words of the good book the holy bible when I was just a young sprout, and I have live to know how a man heart should be he declares” I know that you are a young kind gentleman and it good to have swopped words with you. And if you recall this advise and tie it around your heart and now boy I have to go and it was a pleasure to swoop words with you and I hope someday you'll come to my ridge and visit me and see my cave home... you're the fist person that ever had a talk to me other than the folks that I have helped in crops and their talk was commands of the work projects that I was helping then do.. The kind old gentleman reached our his hand and shook my hand and we parted and I thanks him for his advise and assured him that I would come and visit his cave home, before we parted I took out my purse and reached him a ten dollar bill and he asked what is this money for ? For a new friend with words of widows I have meet today along life road... he smiled and we parted each our way .. Somehow I feel that I have learned a great lesson that will follow me the rest of my days along these rough mountain ridges that I call my home THE END Tweet
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