i sometimes wonder how much these have changed since my boy's time. of course they differ somewhat from generation to generation, and from east to west and north to south, but not so much, i believe, as grown people are apt to think. everywhere and always the world of boys is outside of the laws that govern grown-up communities, and it has its unwritten usages, which are handed down from old to young, and perpetuated on the same level of years, and are lived into and lived out of, but are binding, through all personal vicissitudes, upon the great body of boys between six and twelve years old. no boy can violate them without losing his standing among the other boys, and he cannot enter into their world without coming under them. he must do this, and must not do that; he obeys, but he does not know why, any more than the far-off savages from whom his customs seem mostly to have come. his world is all in and through the world of men and women, but no man or woman can get into it any more than if it were a world of invisible beings. it has its own ideals and superstitions, and these are often of a ferocity, a depravity, scarcely credible in after-life. it is a great pity that fathers and mothers cannot penetrate that world; but they cannot, and it is only by accident that they can catch some glimpse of what goes on in it.[68] no doubt it will be civilized in time, but it will be very slowly; and in the meanwhile it is only in some of its milder manners and customs that the boy's world can be studied.
the first great law was that, whatever happened to you through another boy, whatever hurt or harm he did you, you were to right yourself upon his person if you could; but if he was too big, and you could not hope to revenge yourself, then you were to bear the wrong, not only for that time, but for as many times as he chose to inflict it. to tell the teacher or your mother, or to betray your tormentor to any one outside of the boys' world, was to prove yourself a cry-baby, without honor or self-respect, and unfit to go with the other fellows. they would have the right to mock you, to point at you, and call "e-e-e, e-e-e, e-e-e!" at you, till you fought them. after that, whether you whipped them or not there began to be some feeling in your favor again, and they had to stop.
every boy who came to town from somewhere else, or who moved into a new neighborhood, had to fight the old residents. there was no reason for this, except that he was a stranger, and there appeared to be no other means of making his acquaintance. if he was generally whipped he became subject to the local tribe, as the delawares were to the iroquois in the last century; if he whipped the other boys, then they adopted him into their tribe, and he became a leader among them. when you moved away from a neighborhood you did not lose all your rights in it; you did not have to fight when you went back to see the boys, or anything; but if one of them met you in your new precincts you might have to try conclusions with him;[69] and perhaps, if he was a boy who had been in the habit of whipping you, you were quite ready to do so. when my boy's family left the smith house, one of the boys from that neighborhood came up to see him at the falconer house, and tried to carry things with a high hand, as he had always done. then my boy fought him, quite as if he were not a delaware and the other boy not an iroquois, with sovereign rights over him. my boy was beaten, but the difference was that, if he had not been on new ground, he would have been beaten without daring to fight. his mother witnessed the combat, and came out and shamed him for his behavior, and had in the other boy, and made them friends over some sugar-cakes. but after that the boys of the smith neighborhood understood that my boy would not be whipped without fighting. the home instruction was all against fighting; my boy was taught that it was not only wicked, but foolish; that if it was wrong to strike, it was just as wrong to strike back; that two wrongs never made a right, and so on. but all this was not of the least effect with a hot temper amid the trials and perplexities of life in the boy's town.
there were some boys of such standing as bullies and such wide fame that they could range all neighborhoods of the town not only without fear of being molested, or made to pass under the local yoke anywhere, but with such plenary powers of intimidation that the other boys submitted to them without question. my boy had always heard of one of these bullies, whose very name, buz simpson, carried terror with it; but he had never seen him, because he lived in the unknown region bordering on the river south of the thomas house. one day he suddenly appeared, when my boy was playing marbles[70] with some other fellows in front of the falconer house, attended by two or three other boys from below the sycamore grove. he was small and insignificant, but such was the fear his name inspired that my boy and his friends cowered before him, though some of them were no mean fighters themselves. they seemed to know by instinct that this was buz simpson, and they stood patiently by while he kicked their marbles out of the ring and broke up their game, and, after staying awhile to cover them with ignominy and insult, passed on with his retainers to other fields of conquest. if it had been death to resist him, they could not have dreamed less of doing so; and though this outrage took place under my boy's own windows, and a single word would have brought efficient aid (for the mere sight of any boy's mother could put to flight a whole army of other boys), he never dreamed of calling for help.
that would have been a weakness which would not only have marked him forever as a cry-baby, but an indecorum too gross for words. it would have been as if, when once the boys were playing trip at school, and a big boy tripped him, and he lay quivering and panting on the ground, he had got up as soon as he could catch his breath and gone in and told the teacher; or as if, when the fellows were playing soak-about, and he got hit in the pit of the stomach with a hard ball, he had complained of the fellow who threw it. there were some things so base that a boy could not do them; and what happened out of doors, and strictly within the boy's world, had to be kept sacredly secret among the boys. for instance, if you had been beguiled, as a little boy, into being the last in the game of snap-the-whip, and the[71] snap sent you rolling head over heels on the hard ground, and skinned your nose and tore your trousers, you could cry from the pain without disgrace, and some of the fellows would come up and try to comfort you; but you were bound in honor not to appeal to the teacher, and you were expected to use every device to get the blood off you before you went in, and to hide the tear in your trousers. of course, the tear and the blood could not be kept from the anxious eyes at home, but even there you were expected not to say just what boys did it.
they were by no means the worst boys who did such things, but only the most thoughtless. still, there was a public opinion in the boy's town which ruled out certain tricks, and gave the boys who played them the name of being "mean." one of these was boring a hole in the edge of your school-desk to meet a shaft sunk from the top, which you filled with slate-pencil dust. then, if you were that kind of boy, you got some little chap to put his eye close to the shaft, with the hope of seeing niagara falls, and set your lips to the hole in the edge, and blew his eye full of pencil-dust. this was mean; and it was also mean to get some unsuspecting child to close the end of an elderwood tube with his thumb, and look hard at you, while you showed him germany. you did this by pulling a string below the tube, and running a needle into his thumb. my boy discovered germany in this way long before he had any geographical or political conception of it.
i do not know why, if these abominable cruelties were thought mean, it was held lawful to cover a stone with dust and get a boy, not in the secret, to kick the pile over with his bare foot. it was perfectly good form, also, to get a boy, if you could, to shut his eyes,[72] and then lead him into a mud-puddle or a thicket of briers or nettles, or to fool him in any heartless way, such as promising to pump easy when he put his mouth to the pump-spout, and then coming down on the pump-handle with a rush that flooded him with water and sent him off blowing the tide from his nostrils like a whale. perhaps these things were permitted because the sight of the victim's suffering was so funny. half the pleasure in fighting wasps or bumble-bees was in killing them and destroying their nests; the other half was in seeing the fellows get stung. if you could fool a fellow into a mass-meeting of bumble-bees, and see him lead them off in a steeple-chase, it was right and fair to do so. but there were other cases in which deceit was not allowable. for instance, if you appeared on the playground with an apple, and all the boys came whooping round, "you know me, jimmy!" "you know your uncle!" "you know your grandfather!" and you began to sell out bites at three pins for a lady-bite and six pins for a hog-bite, and a boy bought a lady-bite and then took a hog-bite, he was held in contempt, and could by no means pass it off for a good joke on you; it was considered mean.
in the boy's town there was almost as much stone-throwing as there was in florence in the good old times. there was a great abundance of the finest kind of pebbles, from the size of a robin's egg upward, smooth and shapely, which the boys called rocks. they were always stoning something, birds, or dogs, or mere inanimate marks, but most of the time they were stoning one another. they came out of their houses, or front-yards, and began to throw stones, when they were on perfectly good terms, and they usually threw stones in parting[73] for the day. they stoned a boy who left a group singly, and it was lawful for him to throw stones back at the rest, if the whim took him, when he got a little way off. with all this stone-throwing, very little harm was done, though now and then a stone took a boy on the skull, and raised a lump of its own size. then the other boys knew, by the roar of rage and pain he set up, that he had been hit, and ran home and left him to his fate.
their fights were mostly informal scuffles, on and off in a flash, and conducted with none of the ceremony which i have read of concerning the fights of english boys. it was believed that some of the fellows knew how to box, and all the fellows intended to learn, but nobody ever did. the fights sprang usually out of some trouble of the moment; but at times they were arranged to settle some question of moral or physical superiority. then one boy put a chip on his shoulder and dared the other to knock it off. it took a great while to bring the champions to blows, and i have known the mere preparatory insults of a fight of this kind to wear out the spirit of the combatants and the patience of the spectators, so that not a blow was struck, finally, and the whole affair fell through.
though they were so quarrelsome among themselves, the boys that my boy went with never molested girls. they mostly ignored them; but they would have scorned to hurt a girl almost as much as they would have scorned to play with one. of course while they were very little they played with girls; and after they began to be big boys, eleven or twelve years old, they began to pay girls some attention; but for the rest they simply left them out of the question, except at[74] parties, when the games obliged them to take some notice of the girls. even then, however, it was not good form for a boy to be greatly interested in them; and he had to conceal any little fancy he had about this girl or that unless he wanted to be considered soft by the other fellows. when they were having fun they did not want to have any girls around; but in the back-yard a boy might play teeter or seesaw, or some such thing, with his sisters and their friends, without necessarily losing caste, though such things were not encouraged. on the other hand, a boy was bound to defend them against anything that he thought slighting or insulting; and you did not have to verify the fact that anything had been said or done; you merely had to hear that it had. it once fell to my boy to avenge such a reported wrong from a boy who had not many friends in school, a timid creature whom the mere accusation frightened half out of his wits, and who wildly protested his innocence. he ran, and my boy followed with the other boys after him, till they overtook the culprit and brought him to bay against a high board fence; and there my boy struck him in his imploring face. he tried to feel like a righteous champion, but he felt like a brutal ruffian. he long had the sight of that terrified, weeping face, and with shame and sickness of heart he cowered before it. it was pretty nearly the last of his fighting; and though he came off victor, he felt that he would rather be beaten himself than do another such act of justice. in fact, it seems best to be very careful how we try to do justice in this world, and mostly to leave retribution of all kinds to god, who really knows about things; and content ourselves as much as possible with mercy, whose mistakes are not so irreparable.[75]
the boys had very little to do with the inside of one another's houses. they would follow a boy to his door, and wait for him to come out; and they would sometimes get him to go in and ask his mother for crullers or sugar-cakes; when they came to see him they never went indoors for him, but stood on the sidewalk and called him with a peculiar cry, something like "e-oo-we, e-oo-we!" and threw stones at trees, or anything, till he came out. if he did not come, after a reasonable time, they knew he was not there, or that his mother would not let him come. a fellow was kept in that way, now and then. if a fellow's mother came to the door the boys always ran.
the mother represented the family sovereignty; the father was seldom seen, and he counted for little or nothing among the outside boys. it was the mother who could say whether a boy might go fishing or in swimming, and she was held a good mother or not according as she habitually said yes or no. there was no other standard of goodness for mothers in the boy's world, and could be none; and a bad mother might be outwitted by any device that the other boys could suggest to her boy. such a boy was always willing to listen to any suggestion, and no boy took it hard if the other fellows made fun when their plan got him into trouble at home. if a boy came out after some such experience with his face wet, and his eyes red, and his lips swollen, of course you had to laugh; he expected it, and you expected him to stone you for laughing.
when a boy's mother had company, he went and hid till the guests were gone, or only came out of concealment to get some sort of shy lunch. if the other fellows' mothers were there, he might be a little bolder,[76] and bring out cake from the second table. but he had to be pretty careful how he conformed to any of the usages of grown-up society. a fellow who brushed his hair, and put on shoes, and came into the parlor when there was company, was not well seen among the fellows; he was regarded in some degree as a girl-boy; a boy who wished to stand well with other boys kept in the wood-shed, and only went in as far as the kitchen to get things for his guests in the back-yard. yet there were mothers who would make a boy put on a collar when they had company, and disgrace him before the world by making him stay round and help; they acted as if they had no sense and no pity; but such mothers were rare.
most mothers yielded to public opinion and let their boys leave the house, and wear just what they always wore. i have told how little they wore in summer. of course in winter they had to put on more things. in those days knickerbockers were unknown, and if a boy had appeared in short pants and long stockings he would have been thought dressed like a circus-actor. boys wore long pantaloons, like men, as soon as they put off skirts, and they wore jackets or roundabouts such as the english boys still wear at eton. when the cold weather came they had to put on shoes and stockings, or rather long-legged boots, such as are seen now only among lumbermen and teamsters in the country. most of the fellows had stoga boots, as heavy as iron and as hard; they were splendid to skate in, they kept your ankles so stiff. sometimes they greased them to keep the water out; but they never blacked them except on sunday, and before saturday they were as red as a rusty stove-pipe. at night they were always so wet that you[77] could not get them off without a boot-jack, and you could hardly do it anyway; sometimes you got your brother to help you off with them, and then he pulled you all round the room. in the morning they were dry, but just as hard as stone, and you had to soap the heel of your woollen sock (which your grandmother had knitted for you, or maybe some of your aunts) before you could get your foot in, and sometimes the ears of the boot that you pulled it on by would give way, and you would have to stamp your foot in and kick the toe against the mop-board. then you gasped and limped round, with your feet like fire, till you could get out and limber your boots up in some water somewhere. about noon your chilblains began.
my boy had his secret longing to be a dandy, and once he was so taken with a little silk hat at the hat-store that he gave his father no peace till he got it for him. but the very first time he wore it the boys made fun of it, and that was enough. after that he wore it several times with streaming tears; and then he was allowed to lay it aside, and compromise on an unstylish cap of velvet, which he had despised before. i do not know why a velvet cap was despised, but it was; a cap with a tassel was babyish. the most desired kind of cap was a flat one of blue broadcloth, with a patent-leather peak, and a removable cover of oil-cloth, silk if you were rich, cotton if you were poor; when you had pulled the top of such a cap over on one side, you were dressed for conquest, especially if you wore your hair long. my boy had such a cap, with a silk oil-cloth cover, but his splendor was marred by his short hair.
at one time boots with long, sharp-pointed toes were the fashion, and he so ardently desired a pair of these[78] that fate granted his prayer, but in the ironical spirit which fate usually shows when granting a person's prayers. these boots were of calf-skin, and they had red leather tops, which you could show by letting your pantaloon-legs carelessly catch on the ears; but the smallest pair in town was several sizes too large for my boy. the other boys were not slow to discover the fact, and his martyrdom with these boots began at once. but he was not allowed to give them up as he did the silk hat; he had to wear them out. however, it did not take long to wear out a pair of boots in the boy's town. a few weeks' scuffling over the gravelly ground, or a single day's steady sliding made them the subjects for half-soling, and then it was a question of only a very little time.
a good many of the boys, though, wore their boots long after they were worn out, and so they did with the rest of their clothes. i have tried to give some notion of the general distribution of comfort which was never riches in the boy's town; but i am afraid that i could not paint the simplicity of things there truly without being misunderstood in these days of great splendor and great squalor. everybody had enough, but nobody had too much; the richest man in town might be worth twenty thousand dollars. there were distinctions among the grown people, and no doubt there were the social cruelties which are the modern expression of the savage spirit otherwise repressed by civilization; but these were unknown among the boys. savages they were, but not that kind of savages. they valued a boy for his character and prowess, and it did not matter in the least that he was ragged and dirty. their mothers might not allow him the run of their kitchens quite so[79] freely as some other boys, but the boys went with him just the same, and they never noticed how little he was washed and dressed. the best of them had not an overcoat; and underclothing was unknown among them. when a boy had buttoned up his roundabout, and put on his mittens, and tied his comforter round his neck and over his ears, he was warmly dressed.
