He arose to heroism and opened himself to the term Big-Britches again. Instantly three mice leaped out and burrowed frantically under the hay again.
His mother was rattling the stove to make the flames roar when Jody went through the kitchen. His steps wee slow and certain. His father looked down at him contemptuously. The family comes out to meet the grandfather.
The letter must have been delayed. The grandfather urges him not to apologize, saying that he might be right. Jody does his chores carefully but with speed and returns to the house where his mother is brushing the stove top with a turkey wing.
The lamp with the tin reflector hung over the table. Carl laid his mush spoon on the table and touched his chin with his fingers. Now billy was hurrying toward the house too. Billy replies that no one knows what is coming. This saddens Jody, and he offers to make his grandfather lemonade.
The last scene has the sympathetic teacher see Junius and his son, cleaned and well dressed though painfully so, on their way back to San Francisco where Junius will go back to dull work and ill-health in order to provide for his unwilling son. I knew his father old Muletail Buck.
Outside the dining-room windows the big moths battered softly against the glass. Carl picked at a callus on his thumb and Billy Buck watched a spider crawling up the wall.
Jody emerges from the house eating a piece of buttered bread and crosses the yard to where Billy is working. And I was the head. And they saw Carl Tiflin walking up from the barn to be at the house for the arrival. In his conversation with his grandfather, it becomes clear that, sadly, perhaps Carl is correct.
I remember Riley well. Jody runs to meet his grandfather but slows to a more respectable pace before the old man sees him. Then his mother came out on the back porch and struck the triangle and all thoughts fell in a heap.
Her lips pursed judiciously. Halfway up the hill Jody could see Double-tree Mutt, the black dow, digging in a squirrel hole. And I was the leader. I could eat about five pounds of buffalo meat every night.
He had been shaving in mid-week, for billy held Grandfather in reverence, and Grandfather said that Billy was one of the few men of the new generation who had not gone soft. It was a whole bunch of people make into one big crawling beast. The sun had disappeared from the hills by now.
Although Billy was in middle age, Grandfather considered him a boy. No one living now, save possibly Billy Buck, was worthy to do the things that had been done.
Under the kitchen window his shamed, down cast eyes fell upon a curiously shaped stone, a stone of such fascination that he squatted down and picked it up and turned it over in his hands.
When Jody appeared around the bend, Grandfather waved his hat slowly in welcome, and he called, "Why, Jody!His wonderful novellas The Red Pony, Cannery Row, Of Mice and Men, and The Pearl not only introduce readers to a fascinating, realistic cast of characters, make the hills and seacoast of California and Mexico come to life, but also tell intriguing stories of the lives of real people.
“The Leader of the People” is best known as a chapter in John Steinbeck’s novella The Red Pony (), in which Jody Tiflin comes of age on his parents’ ranch.
Considered on its own. When The Red Pony was reissued inSteinbeck included this story under the title of "The Leader of the People" as the last story of the volume. The inclusion of this story in the edition shows Steinbeck's intention to round out and to complete a thematic structure for this work.
The Red Pony is an episodic novella written by American writer John Steinbeck in The first three chapters were published in magazines from –,  and the full book was published in.
The Leader of the People—Part 2 Summary. The family sits down to dinner. Jody's grandfather immediately makes reference to his wagon train days, mentioning how hungry he would get on the trail. He repeats things he has already said about Billy Buck's father, Mule-Tail Buck.
He talks on and on. 3 people found this helpful. Helpful. Comment Report abuse. Scott F Feighner. Not me! I loved "The Red Pony" the first time I read it, 45 years ago.
I loved it again in Some American Classics - - particularly Steinbeck - - must be read more than once, years apart, to fully internalize the art and craft.4/5().Download