Billy always had a barrel of cider handy. He’d just chuckle to see old Martin drink and drink until finally he’d lose his balance and over he’d go! But Horser--he was a case! I saw him once after I’d heard he was going to marry Jemima. I looked him over and said, ‘Well, if you aren’t a fine-looking specimen to think of marrying anybody!’ and he answered, ‘I guess you’re right--I aren’t much, but I guess I’ll do fer Jemima.’ “Such scandals as there were when those girls were young!” he continued. “You see, there was a fast set of young men in B---- in those days, lawyers, who didn’t care what they did. One of them got paid back, though, for Jemima wanted to put her child on the town, and they made her tell who was its father. Then he had to give something for its support, and she gave it this man’s full name. I saw him one day soon afterward and he was boiling with rage. All the comfort I gave him was to say, ‘I don’t see but what you’re getting your just deserts, for if anybody wants to play with the pot, they must expect to get blackened!’ [Illustration: GREAT-GRANDSON OF “DADDY” KALLIKAK. This boy is an imbecile of the Mongolian type.] [Illustration: MALINDA, DAUGHTER OF “JEMIMA.”] “By the way! Do you know that old Martin had a half brother Frederick--as fine a man as the country owned--who lived about twenty miles from here? You see, Martin’s mother was a young girl in Revolutionary times when Martin’s father was a soldier. Afterwards he went back home and married a respectable woman.” “Did you ever see the mother of old Martin?” the field worker asked. “No, she was dead before my time, but I have heard the folks talk about her. She lived in the woods not far from here. Dear me!” he went on, “it’s been so long since I’ve thought of these people that many things I forget, but it would all come back to me in time.”