sweet mouth. This had come to him from his mother. One end of it, cut a little higher than the other, gave him an expression, even when angry, of amused tolerance. The other end was grave. His chin came out at you a little, and had the central cleft that so often goes with generous natures. His general expression was one of great sweetness of temper. On the whole, though, he was nothing but an immense, powerful, clumsy puppy to look at. You had to be interested to pick out his good points.
At this time his voice changed suddenly from the treble of a child to a shaking bass. For a month or more it would rumble deeply, break, and go off in a high squeak. Then it settled—deep, rumbling, and voluminous. He became full of songs, and let them out so loudly that houses were shaken. Judge Tyler loved to hear him sing. A prim little old lady, with a tight curl on each side of her face, taught him his notes, and made him master of many "albums." He knew all the good old songs from the "Lyke Wake
