Howard Pyle, a chronicle by Charles D. Abbott, with an introduction by N. C. Wyeth and many illustrations from Howard Pyle's works.

HOWARD PYLE: A CHRONICLE
view, sitting in the shade, I had to resign. I worked along
for some time with stiff fingers and chilled bones, but when
I got to painting and the water I was using froze in little
cakes all over the picture, I absolutely could not go on.
I would have stuck at it in spite of chilled fingers if it had
not been for that.
I went in to warm my hands and the strict head
sister took them into her own puffy palms in the most
motherly way, saying with a surprised air 'dey is golt,' just
as I~f it were a land of Egypt out in the shadow of the
woodshed. I thought it a good time to bone her again about
having her picture taken, but she still firmly, declined in
Pennsylvania Dutch..a0
"As I could do no more at the buildings I went over to
see my ancient friend Pfautz. I showed him the sketch
I had made and he was interested. Then I asked him to
sit for his picture. Here his daughter put in her word,
objecting most strongly. I think the old man rather liked
the idea. He had the queerest old trousers that might have
been worn by Noah anterior to his cruise-yellow with age
and patched with parti-colored remnants-oh! so Picturesque! His daughter thought it would be ungodly to
have his picture taken. I thought she meant ungodly for
me to draw it. 'I'll take the responsibility,' I said. 'You
better be responsible for yourself,' said she, 'one soul ought
to be enough for you.' Then I quoted Scripture and she
answered with twice as much. Then I appealed to the
old man. 'She will scoldt me,' said he, 'and make it onpleasant.' To make a long story short I finally prevailed, provided I would not sketch more than his head.
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