Mr. Griswald walked up to the wagon and introduced himself. I introduced myself, as well as Mark and Billy Davis, Marks friend. These children are twelve minutes late for class. Mr. Griswald looked at his pocket watch to enforce his statement. I tried to explain how a Western school operated. Many families didnt have time pieces, so the children had to judge their pace by the bell. Theyll be no bell for my classroom. Punctuality is the responsible of the individual. His expression was firm.
I see, I stated. But I wasnt so sure he saw. Well fellas, you better hustle! I gave Mark a pat on the back and helped him down off the wagon. Then I helped Billy down. He accidently hit my rifle and it fell off the wagon. Billy immediately apologized for his clumsiness.
Naturally, my boy Mark bent over to pick it up and hand it to me. Dont touch that! Mr. Griswald suddenly shouted.
Marks hand froze. But its not- he started as he once again bent to pick it up.
I said dont touch it! Mr. Griswald ordered gruffly.
I stared at Mr. Griswald, not quite believing that he was talking to my son like that especially when I was still standing right there! I didnt much appreciate it either. But its not good for a gun to stay in the dirt, Mark tried to explain calmly.
But Mr. Griswald was anything but calm! He was acting like Mark had just threatened to burn the school down or something! Take your places in the schoolroom immediately! he ordered Mark and Billy.
Hello? Didnt he see me, the father, sitting right there in the wagon? Didnt he think I was capable of disciplining my own child? But Mark said nothing. He nodded, gave me one last look, then hurried into the classroom.
Mr. Griswald bent over and picked up my rifle. He held it out to me and asked, Is this gun loaded, Mr. McCain?
Now I ask, what good is an unloaded gun? Certainly, I answered as I took my gun from him and sat it securely on my lap.
In the name of sanity, how can you place a loaded weapon within easy reach of children?
I remained calm knowing he was from back east and not used to the western cultures way of life. Your points well taken, Mr. Griswald, I stated. But it cant go off without being cocked. And the reason its loaded is because a rifles a necessary safeguard in open country. I tried educating him on some facts about the West.
Safeguard? Carelessness is inexcusable anywhere! Mr. Griswald stated.
I just explained- I started, but he wouldnt let me finish Mr. high and mighty thought he was so much wiser then me. He ordered yes, ordered me not to bring a firearm to the school again.
I stared at his retreating figure as he walked into the schoolhouse. Boy, did I feel sorry for those kids right now!
I remember that conversation.