COLD WAR Chapter i. Last of the Pughs Ill never have a cold in the haid again without I think of little Junior Pugh. Now there was arepulsive brat if ever I saw one. Built like a little gorilla he was. Fat pasty face meanlook eyes so close together you could pokeem both out at once with one finger. His paw thought the world of him though. Maybe that wasnatural seeing as how little Junior was the image of his pappy. quotThe last of the Pughsquot the old man used to say stickin his chest out and beamin down at thelittle gorilla. quotFinest little lad that ever stepped.quot It made my blood run cold sometimes tolook at the two of em together. Kinda sad now to think back to those happy days when Ididnt know either of em. You may not believe it but them two Pughs father and son betweenem came within that much of conquerin the world. Us Hogbens is quiet folks. We like to keepour heads down and lead quiet lives in our own little valley where nobody comes near withoutenwe say so. Our neighbors and the folks in the village are used to us by now. They know we tryhard not to act conspicuous. They make allowances. If Paw gets drunk like last week and fliesdown the middle of Main Street in his red underwear most people make out they dont noticesos not to embarrass Maw. They know hed walk like a decent Christian if he was sober. The thing that druv Paw to drink that time was Little Sam which is our baby we keep in a tankdown-cellar startin to teethe again. First time since the War Between the States. Wedfiggered he was through teething but with Little Sam you never can tell. He was mightyrestless too. A perfesser we keep in a bottle told us once Little Sam e-mitted subsonicsomethings when he yells but thats just his way of talking. Dont mean a thing. It makes yournerves twiddle thats all. Paw cant stand it. This time it even woke up Grandpaw in the atticand he hadnt stirred since Christmas. First thing after he got his eyes open he bust outmaddern a wet