Kept me feelin' like a white man.

Oh, I'm a Whittaker! _I_ know it.

And I've got all the Whittaker pig-headedness, I guess.

And because the old man--bless his heart, I say now--told me I shouldn't BE a Whittaker no more, nor live like a Whittaker, I simply swore up and down I would be one and come back here, when I'd made my pile, to heave anchor and stay one till I die.

Maybe that's foolishness, but it's me." He puffed vigorously at the pipe which had taken the place of the Snowflake cigar, and added: "Take this old settin' room--why, here it is; see! Here's dad in his chair and ma in hers, and, if you go back far enough, granddad in his, just as you say, Bailey.