4~ AS IT WAS. DISTRICT SCHOOL AS IT WAS. BT ONE WHO WENT TO IT. N"E W-Y ORE : PUBLISHED BY J. ORVILLE TAYLOR, AT " THE AMERICAN COMMON SCHOeL UNIOW," No. 128 Fulton-Street. 1838. Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1633, ly CARTER, HKNDKE, AN D C o . the Clerk's office of the District Court ef Massachusetts, PIERCY & REED, print A WORD To the glancing Reader, if he will just stop a moment and see what it is. This little volume was written in the hope that it would be a trifling aid to that improve- ment which is going on in respect to com- mon schools. It was also intended to present a pleasant picture of some peculiarities which have prevailed in our country, but are now passing away. It is trusted that no one who has kpt,* of is keeping a dislrict school after the old fashion, will be offended at the slight degree of satire he will meet with here. Any one of due be- nevolence is willing to be laughed at, and even to join in the laugh against himself, if it will but hasten the tardy steps of improve- ment. Indeed, there are quite a number who have reason to believe that tiie author has here sketched some of his own school-keeping defi- ciencies. * Keep school is a very different thing from teach school, according to Mr. Carter, in his Essays on Pop- ular Education. 1* VI PREFACE. It may be reasonably anticipated that the young will be the most numerous readers of these pages. Some scenes have been de- scribed, the sports of the school-going season for instance, with a special view to their enter- tainment. It is trusted, however, that the older may not find it unpleasant to recall the pastimes of their early years. Now and then a word has been used which some young readers may not understand. In this case they are entreated to seek a dictionary and find out its meaning. They may be assured that the time spent in this way will not be lost. The definiiion thus acquired may be of use to- them thewery next book they shall take up ; or at least in the course of the much reading their future leisure will allow them to enjoy, i The Reader shall no longer be detained from the experience of a supposed school-boy ; if true to nature, no matter whether it really be, or be not that of the AUTHOR. CONTENTS, CHAPTER I. .jf The Old School House : "Y.. .; . v - . ^ 1 CHAPTER, II. First Summer at School Mary Smith . . 5 CHAPTER III. The Spelling Book . . . . . - 11 CHAPTER IV. First Winter at School .- ,'..,'/. . 15 CHAPTER V. Second Summer Mary Smith again . . 2 1 CHAPTER VI. Third Summer Mehitabel Holt and other In- structresses . 24 Vili CONTENTS. Little Books presented the Last day of the School . . / ;. '. . .28 CHAPTER VIII. Grammar Young Lady's Accidence Murray Parsing Pope's Essay . . . .35 CHAPTER IX. The Particular Master Various Methods of Pun- ishment . . . . 42 CHAPTER X. Ho'.v they used to Read in the Old School House in District No. 5 47 CHAPTER XI. Ho ,v they used to Spell /'.!-.. . 56 CHAPTER XII. Mr. Spoutsound, the Speaking Master The Exhi- bition . . . - -. . ^ . . 66 CHAPTER XIII. Learning to Write . , . " ' '.*. ' . 78 CHAPTER XIV. Seventh Winter, but not much about it Eighth Winter Mr. Johnson Good Orders and but little Punishing A Story about Punishing Ninth,, Winter , " . . . . 88 CHAPTER XV. Going out Making Bows Boys coining in Girls going out and coming in 94 CHAPTER XVI. Noon Noise and Dinner Sports at School Coasting Snow-balling A certain memora- ble Snow-ball Battle. . . . ' . 101 CHAPTER XVII. Arithmetic commencement progress Late Im- provement in the Art of Teaching it . .111 CHAPTER XVIII. Augustus Starr, the Privateer who turned Peda- gogue His new crew Mutiny, and perform a Singular Exploit. ~-. -. . . 116 CHAPTER XIX. Eleventh Winter Mr. Silverson, our first Teacher from College His blunder at meeting on the Sabbath His Character as a Schoolmaster 123 A College Master again His Character in School and out Our first attempts at Composition Brief Sketch of another Teacher 133 3 CONTEXTS. The Examination at the closing of the School 141 CHAPTER XXII. The Old School House again Its appearance the last winter Why so long occupied A new one at last 149 THE DISTRICT SCHOOL AS IT WAS. CHAPTER I. THE OLD SCHOOL HOUSE. THE Old School-house, as it used to be call- ed, how distinctly it rises to existence anew before the eye of my mind. Here was kept the District School as it was. This was the seat of my rustic Alma Mater, to borrow a phrase from collegiate aniMassic use. It is now no more ; and those of similar construc- tion are passing away, never to be patterned again. It may be well, therefore, to describe the edifice wherein, and whereabout, occur- red many of the scenes about to be recorded. I would have future generations acquainted with the accommodations, or rather dis-accom- modations of their predecessors. The Old School -house in District No. 5, stood on the top of a very high hill, on the 2 THE DISTRICT SCHOOL north side of what was called the county road. The house of Capt. Clark, about ten rods off, was the only human dwelling within a quarter of a mile. The reason why this seminary of letters was perched so high in the air, and so far from the homes of those who resorted to it, was this : Here was the centre of the dis- trict, as near as surveyors's chain could desig- nate. The people east would not permit the building to be carried one rod further west, and those of (he opposite quarter were as ob- stinate on their side. So here it was placed, and this continued to be literally the hill of science to generation after generation of learn- ers for fifty years. The edifice was set half in Capt. Clark's field and half in the road. The wood-pile lay in the corner made by the east end and the stone wall. The best roof it ever had over it was the changeful sky, which was a little too leaky to keep the fuel at all times fit for combustion, without a great deal of puffing and smoke. The door step was a broad un- hewn rock, brought from the neighboring pas- ture. It had not a flat and even surface, but was considerably sloping from the door to the road, so that in icy times the scholars in pass- ing out, used to snatch from the scant declivity JtS IT WAS. 3 the transitory pleasure of a slide. But look out for a slip.up, ye careless, for many a time have I seen urchin's head where his feet were but a second before. And once the most lofty and perpendicular pedagogue I ever knew, be- came suddenly horizontalized in his egress. But we have lingered round this door-step long enough. Before we cross it, however, let us just glance at the outer side of the struc- ture. It was never painted by man, but the clouds of many years had stained it with their own dark hue. The nails were starting from their fastness, and fellow-clapboards were becoming less closely and warmly intimate. There were six windows, which here and there stopped and distorted the passage of light by fractures, patches, and seams of putty. There were shutters of board, like those of a store, which were of no kind of use, excepting to keep the windows from harm in vacations, when they were the least liable to harm. They might ha\o been convenient screens against the summer sun, were it not that their shade was inconvenient darkness. Some of these, from loss of buttons, were fas - tened back by poles, which were occasionally thrown down in the heedlessness of play, and not replaced till repeated slams had bro- 2 4 THE DISTRICT SCHOOL ken a pane of glass, or the patience of the teacher. To crown this description of exter- nals, I must say a word about the roof. The shingles had been battered apart by a thou- sand rains ; and excepting where the most defective had been exchanged for new ones, they were dingy with the mold and moss of time. The bricks of the chimney-top were losing their cement, and looked as if some high wind might hurl them from their smoky vocation. We will now go inside. First, there is an entry which the district were sometimes prov- ident enough to store with dry pine wood, as an antagonist to the greenness and wetness of the other fuel. A door on the left admits us to the school room. Here is a space about twenty feet long and ten wide, the reading and spelling parade. At the south end of it, at the left as you enter, was one seat and wri- ting bench, making a right angle with the rest of the seats. This was occupied in the winter by two of the oldest males in the school. At the opposite end was the magisterial desk, raised upon a platform a foot from the floor, the fire-place was on the right, half way be- tween the door of entrance and another door leading into a dark closet, where the girls AS IT WAS. O put their outside garments and their dinner baskets. This also served as a fearful dun- geon for the immuring of offenders. Directly opposite the fire-place was an aisle, two feet and a half wide, running up an inclined floor to the opposite side of the room. On each side of this were five or sire lon# seats and writing benches, for the accommodation of the school at their studies. In front of these, next to the spelling floor, were low, narrow seats for abecedarians and others near that rank. In general, the older the scholar the further from the front was his location. The windows behind the back seat were so low that the traveller could generally catch the stealthy glance of curiosity as he passed. Such was the Old School-house at the time I first entered it. Its subsequent condition and many other inconveniences will be noticed hereafter. CHAPTER II. FIRST SUMMER AT SCHOOL MARY SMITH. I was three years and a half old when I first entered the Old School-house as an abeceda- rian. I ought, perhaps, to have set foot on O THE DISTRICT SCHOOL the first step of learning's ladder before this, but I had no elder brother or sister to lead me to school a mile off; and it never occurred to my good parents, that they could teach me even the alphabet ; or, perhaps, they could not afford the time, or muster the patience for the tedious process. I had, however, learned the name of capital A, because it stood at the head of the column, and was the simililude of a harrow frame. Of O, also, from its resem- blance to a hoop. Its sonorous name, more- over, was a frequent passenger through my mouth, after I had begun to articulate, its am- pie sound being the most natural medium by which man born unto trouble signifies .the pains of his lot. X, too, was familiar, as it seemed so like the end of the old saw-horse that stood in the wood-shed. Further than this my alphabetical lore did not extend, according to present recollection. I shall never forget my first day of scholar- ship, as it was the most important era which had yet occurred to my experience. Behold me on the eventful morning of the first Monday in June, arrayed in my new jacket and trowsers, into which my importance had been shoved for the first time in my life. This change in my costume had been deferred till this day, that I AS IT WAS. 7 might be nice and clean to go to school. Then my Sunday hat, (not of soft drab-colored fur, ye city urchins, but of coarse and hard sheep's wool,) my Sunday hat adorning my head for the first time, in common week-day use ; for my other had been crushed, torn and soiled t>ut of the seemliness, and almost out of the form of a hat. My little new basket, too, bought expressly for the purpose, was laden with 'lection-cake and cheese for my Dinner, and slung upon -my arm. An old Perry's spelling-book, that our boy Ben used at the winter school, completed my equipment. Mary Smith was my first teacher, and the dearest to my heart I ever had. She was a niece of Mrs. Carter, who lived in the nearest house on the way to school. She had visited her aunt the winter before, and her uncle being chosen committee for the school at the town-meeting in the spring, sent immediately to her home in Connecticut, and engaged her to teach the summer school. During the few days she spent at his house she had shown herself peculiarly qualified to interest and gain the love of children. Some of the neighbors, too, who had dropped in while she was there, were much pleased with her appearance. She had taught one season in her native state, and 2* 8 THE DISTRICT SCHOOL that she succeeded well Mr. Carter could not doubt. He preferred her therefore, to hun- dreds near by, and for once the partiality of the relative proved profitable to the district. Now Mary Smith was to board at her uncle's. This was deemed a fortunate cir- cumstance on my account, as she would take that care of me on the way which was needful to my inexperienced childhood. My mother led me to Mr. Carter's, to commit me to my guardian and instructor for the summer. I entertained the most extravagant ideas of the dignity of the school-keeping vocation, and it was with trembling reluctance that I drew near the presence of so lovely a creature as they told me Mary Smith was. But she so gently took my quivering little hand, and so tenderly stooped and kissed my cheek, and said such soothing and winning words, that my timidity was gone at once. She used to lead me to school by the hand, while John and Sarah Carter gamboled on, unless 1 chose to gambol with them ; but the first day, at least, I kept by her side. All her demeanor toward me, and indeed, toward us all, was of a piece with her first introduction. She called me to her to read, not with a look and voice as if she were doing a duty she dis- A"S If WAS. 9 l$ced, and was determined I should do mine too, like it or not, as is often the manner of teachers ; but with a cheerful smile and a softening eye, as if she were at a pastime, and wished me to partake of it. My first business was to master the A, B, C, and no small achievement it was ; for many a little learner waddles to school through the summer, and wallows to the same through the winter, before he accomplishes it, if he hap- pens to be taught in the manner of former times. This might have been my lot, had it not been for Mary Smith. Few of the better methods of teaching, which now make the road to knowledge so much more easy and plea- sant, had then found their way out of, or into the brain of the pedagogical vocation. Mary went on in the old way indeed, but the whole exorcise was done with such sweetness on her part, that the dilatory, and usually unpleasant task, was to me a pleasure, and consumed not so much precious time as it generally does in the case of heads as stupid as mine. By the close of that summer the alphabet was securely my own. That hard, and to me un- meaning string of sights and sounds, were bound forever to my memory by the ties crea- ted by gentle tones and looks. 10 THE DISTRICT SCHOOL That hardest of all tasks, sitting becomingly still, was rendered easier by her goodness* When I grew restless, and turned from side to side, and changed from posture to posture, in search of relief from my uncomfortableness, she spoke words of sympathy rather than re^ proof. Thus I was wont to be as quiet as I could. When I grew drowsy, and needed but a comfortable position to drop into sleep and forgetfulness of the weary hours, she would gently lay me at length on my seat, and leave me just falling to slumber, with her sweet smile the last thing beheld or remembered. Thus wore away my first summer at the dis- trict school. As I look back on it, faintly trac. ed on memory, it seems like a beautiful dream, the images of which are all softness and peace. I recollect that when (he last day came, it was not one of light-hearted joy it was one of sadness, and it closed in tears. I was now obliged to stay at home in solitude, for the want of playmates, and in weariness of the passing time, for the want of something to do, for there was no particular pleasure in saying ABC. all alone, with no Mary Smith's voice and looks for an accompaniment. AS IT WAS, 11 CHAPTER ni. THE SPELLING BOOK. As the spelling-book was the first manual of instruction used in school, and kept in our hands for many years, I think it worthy of a separate chapter in these annals of the times that are past. The spelling-book used in our school from time immemorial immemorial at least to the generation of learners to which I b< longed was thus entitled : " THE ONLY SURE GUIDE to the English Tongue, by Wil- liam Perry, Lecturer of the English Language in the Academy of Edinburgh, and author of several valuable school books." What a mag- nificent title ! To what an enviable superior- ity had its author arrived. The Only Sure Guide ! Of course, the book must be as infal- lible as the catholic creed, and its author the very Pope of the jurisdiction of letters. But the contents of the volume manifested most clearly the pontifical character of the illustrious man ; for from the beginning to the end thereof faith and memory were all that was demanded of the novice. The under- standing was no more called on than that of ihe devotee at his Latin mass book. But let 12 THE DISTRICT SCHOOL us enter on particulars. In the first place there was a frontispiece. We litlle folks, how- ever, diinot then know that the great picture facing the title-page was so denominated. This frontispiece consisted of two parts. In the first place there was the representation of a tree laden with fruit of the largest description. It was intended, I presume, as a striking and alluring emblem of the general subject, the par- licular branches, and the rich fruits of educa- tion. But the figurative meaning was above my apprehension, and no one took the trouble to explain it to me. I supposed it nothing but the picture of a luxuriant apple tree, and it always made me think of that good tree in my father's orchard, r,o dear to my palate, the pumpkin sweeting. There ran a ladder from the ground up among the branches, which was designed to represent the ladder of learning, but of this I was ignorant. Little boys were ascending this in pursuit of the fruit that hung there so temptingly. Others were already up in the tree, plucking the apples directly from their stems ; while others were on the ground picking up those that had dropped in their ripeness. At the very top of the tree, with his head reared above all fruit or foliage, was a AS IT WAS. 13 bare-headed lad with a book in his hand, which he seemed intently studying. I supposed that he was a boy that loved his book better than apples, as all good boys should one who in very childhood had trodden temptation under foot. But, indeed, it was only a boy who was gathering fruit from the topmost boughs, ac- cording to the figurative meaning, as the others were from those lower down. Or rather, as he was portrayed, he seemed like one who had culled the fairest and highest growing apples, and was trying to find out from a book where he should find a fresh and loftier tree upon which he might climb to a richer repast and a nobler distinction. This picture used to retain my eye longer than any other in the book. It was probably more agreeable on account of the other part of the frontispiece below it. This was the representation of a school at their studios with the master at his desk. lie was pictur- ed as an elderly man, with an immense wig enveloping his head and bagging about his neck, and with a face that had a sort of half- way look, or rather, perhaps, a compound look, made up of an expression of perplexity at a sen- tence in parsing, or a sum in arithmetic, and a, frown at the playful urchins in the distant 14 THE DISTRICT SCHOOL seats. There could not have been a more capital device by which the pleasures of a, free range and delicious eating, both so dear to the young, might be contrasted with stupi- fying confinement and longing palates in the presence of crabbed authority. Indeed, the first thing the Only Sure Guide said to its pu- pil was, play truant and be happy ; and most of the subsequent contents were not of a char- acter to make the child forget this prelimina- ry advice. These contents I was going on to describe in detail, but on second thought I forbear, for fear that the description might be as tedious to my readers as the study of them was to me. Suffice it to say, there was talk about vowels and consonants, diphthongs and tript hongs, monosyllables and polysyllables, orthography and punctuation, and even about geography, all which was about as intelligible to us, who were obliged to commit it to mem- ory, year after year, as the fee-faw-furn, utter- ed by the giant in one of our story books. Perry's spelling-book, as it was in those days, at least, is now out of use. It is uo where to be found except in fragments in some dark corner of a country cupboard or garret. Ail vestiges of it will soon disappear forever. What will the rising generations do, into what AS IT WAS. 15 wilds of barbarism will they wander, into what pits of ignorance fall, without the aid of the Only Sure Guide to the English tongue. CHAPTER IV. FIRST WINTER AT SCHOOL. How I longed for the winter school to begin, to which I looked forward as a relief from my do-nothing days, and as a renewal, in part at least, of the soft and glowing pleasures of the past summer. But the schoolmaster, the thought of him was a fearful looking for of frowns and fcrulings. Had I not hoard our Ben tell of the direful punishments of the winter school ; of the tingling hand, black and blue with twenty strokes, and not to be closed for a fortnight from soreness? D preferred somebody else, no matter whom, fit or not fit, who should board with him, as the teachers usually did. But Mary would board with her aunt Carter as before. Then Mr. Patch's family grumbled not a little, and tried to find fault, for they wanted their Polly should keep the school and board at home, and help her mother night and morning, and save the pay for the board to boot. Otherwise Polly must go into a distant district, to less advantage to the family purse. Mrs. Patch was heard to guess that " Polly could keep as good a school as any body else. Her edication had cost enough any how. She had been to our school summer after summer and winter after winter, ever since she was a little gal, and had then been to the 'cademy three months besides. She had moreover taught three summers al- 22 THE DISTRICT. SCHOOL ready, and was twenty-one, whereas Mary Smith had taught but two, and was only nine- teen." But the committee had not such confi- dence in the experienced Polly's qualifications. All who had been to school with her knew that her head was dough, if ever head was. And all who had observed her school-keeping ca- reer (she never kept but once in the same place) pretty soon came to the same conclu- sion, notwithstanding her loaf of brains had been three months in that intellectual oven called by her mother the 'cademy. So Mary Smith kept the school, and I had another delightful summer under her care and instruction. I was four years and a half old now, and had grown an inch. I was no tiny, whining, half-scared baby, as in the first sum- mer. No indeed ; I had been to the winler school, had read in a class, and had stood up at the fire with the great boys, 'had seen a snow-ball fight, and had been accidentally hit once, by the icy missile of big-fisted Joe Swag- ger. I looked down upon two or three fresh, slob- bering abecedarians with a pride of superiority, greater perhaps thaa I ever felt again. We read not hi ab, eb, &c., but in words that meant something ; and before the close of the AS IT WAS. 23 summer in what were called the " Reading Lessons," that is, little words arranged in little sentences. Mary was the same sweet angel this season as the last. I did Hot of course need her sooth- ing and smiling assiduity as before, but still she was a motlier to me in tenderness. She was forced to caution us younglings pretty often, yet it was dune with such sweetness that a caution from her was as effectual as would be a frown and indeed a blow from many oth- ers. At least, so it was with me. She used to resort to various severities with the refrac- tory and idle, and in one instance she used the ferule ; but we all knew, and the culprit knew, that it was well deserved. At the close of the school there was a deeper sadness in our hearts than on the last sum- mer's closing day. She had told us that she should never be our teacher again, should pro- bably never meet many of us again in this world. She gave us much parting advice about loving and obeying God, and loving and doing good to every body. She shed tears as she talked to us, and that made our own flow still more. When we were dismissed the custom- ary and giddy laugh was not heard. Many were sobbing with grief, and even the least sen- 24 THE DISTRICT SCHOOL sitive were softened and subdued to an unusual quietness. The last time I ever saw Mary was Sunday evening on my way home from meeting. As we passed Mr. Carter's she came out to the chaise where I sat between my parents, to bid us good bye. O, that last kiss, that last smile, and those last tones ! Nover shall I forget them so long as I have power to remember, or capacity to love. The next morning she left for her native town ; and before another sum- mer she was married. As Mr. Carter soon moved from our neighborhood, the dear in- structress never visited it again. CHAPTER VI. THIRD SUMMER MEHITABEL HOLT AND OTHER INSTRTJCTKESSES. Tins summer a person named Mehitabel Holt was our teacher. It was with eager de- light that I set out for school on the first morn- ing. The dull months that intervened between the winter school and the summer, had seemed longer than ever. I longed for the companion- ship and the sports of school. I had heard AS IT WAS. 25 nothing about the mistress, excepting that she was an experienced and approved one. On my way the image of something like Mary Smith arose to my imagination ; a young lady with pleasant face and voice, and a winning gentle* ness of manner. This was natural, for Mary was the only mistress I had ever been to, and in fact the only one I had ever seen, who made any impression on my mind in her school-keep- ing capacity. What then was my surprise when my eyes first fell on Mehitabel Holt ! I shall not describe how nature had made her, or time had altered her. Engaging manners and loveliness of character do not depend on the freshness of youth, fineness of complexion, or symmetry of form. She was not lovely ; her first appearance indicated this ; for the disposi- tion will generally speak through the face* Subsequent experience proved Mehitabel to differ from the dear Mary as much as all that is sour does from the quintessence of sweet- ness. She had been well-looking, indeed ra- ther beautiful once, I have heard ; but if so, the cidity of her temper had diffused itself through, and lamentably corroded this valued gift of nature. She kept order, for her punishments were horrible, especially to us little ones. She 20 THE DISTRICT- SCHOOL dungeoned us in that windowless closet just for a whisper. She tied us to her chair post for an hour, because sportive nature tempted our fingers and toes -into something like play. If we were restless on our seats, wearied of our posture, fretted by the heat, or sick of the unintelligible lesson, a twist of the ear, or a snap on the head, from her thimbled finger, reminded us that sitting perfectly still, was the most important virtue of a liltle boy in school. Our forenoon and afternoon recess was allow- ed to be five minutes only; and even during that time our voices must not rise above the tone of quiet conversation. That delightful exercise of juvenile lungs, hallooing, was a capital crime. Our noonings? in which we used formerly to rejoice in the utmost freedom of legs and lungs, were now like the noonings of the sabbath, in the restraints imposed upon us. As Mehitabel boarded at Captain Clark's, any ranging in the fields, or raising of the voice, was easily detected by her watchful senses. As the prevalent idea in those days respect- ing a good school was, that there should be no more sound and motion than was absolutely necessary, Mehitabel was. on the whole, pop- ular with the parents. She kept us still, *.S IT WAS. 27 ;-and forced us to get our lessons, and that was something uncommon in a mistress. So she was employed the next summer to keep our childhood in bondage* Had her strict rules been enforced by any thing resembling Mary Smith's sweet and sympathetic dispo- sition and manners, they would have been endurable. But as it was, our schooling those two summers was a pain to the body, a weariness to the .mind, and a disgust td the heart. I shall not devete a separate chapter to all my summer teachers. What more I may have to say of them 1 shall put into this. They were none of them like Mehitabel in severity, nor all of them equal to her in usefulness, and none of them equal in any respect to Mary Smith. Some were very young, scarcely six- teen, and as unfit to manage that "harp of thousand strings," the human mind, as is the unskilled and changeful wind, to manage any musical instrument by which science and taste delights the ear. So.ne kept tolerable order, others made the attempt, but did net succeed, others did not even make the attempt. All would doubtless have done better had they been properly educated and disciplined them- selves. 28 THE DISTRICT SCHOOL After I was ten years old I ceased to attend the summer school except in foul weather, as in fair I was wanted at home on the farm. These scattering days I and others of nearly the same age, were sent to school by our pa- rents, in hopes that we should get at least a snatch of knowledge. But this rainy day schooling was nothing but vanity to us, and vexation of spirit to the mistress. We could read and spell better than the younger and regular scholars, and were puffed up with our own superiority. We showed our contempt for the mistress and her orders, by doing mis- chief ourselves, and leading others into tempta- tion. If she had the boldness to apply the ferule we laughed in her face, unless her blows were laid on with something like masculine strength. IH case of such severity we \raited for our re- venge till the close of the school for the day, when we took the liberty to let saucy words reach her ear, especially if the next day was likely to be fair, and we of course were not to re-appear in her realm till foul weather again. *s is WAS. 29 CHAPTER VII. tlTTLE BOOKS PRESENTED THE LAST DAY OF THE SCHOOL. THERE was one circumstance connected with the history of summer schools of so great importance to little folks that it must not be omitted. It was this. The mistress felt obliged to give little books to all her pupils on the closing day of her school. Otherwise she would bethought stingy, and half the good she had done during the summer would be can- celled by the omission of the expected dona- tions. If she had the least generosity, or hoped to be remembered with any respect and affection, she must devote a week's wages, and perhaps more to the purchase of these little toy books. My first present, of course, was from Mary Smith. It was not a little book the first summer, but it was something that pleased me more. The last day of the school had arrived. All, as I have somewhere said before, were sad that it was now to finish. My only solace was that I should now have a little book, for I was not unmoved in the general expectation that prevailed. After the reading and spelling StX THE DISTRICT SCHOOL and all the usual exercises of the school over, Mary took from her desk a pile of the glittering little things we were looking for- What beautiful covers, red, yellow, blue, green. O, not the first buds of spring, not the first rose of summer, not the rising moon, nor gorgeous rainbow, seemed so charming as that first pile of books now spread out on her lap, as she sat in her chair in front of the school. All eyes were now centered on the outspread treasures. Admiration and expecta- tion were depicted on every face. Pleasure glowed in every heart, for the worst as well as the best calculated with certainty on a pre- sent. What a beautifier of the countenance agreeable emotions are J The most ugly visaged were beautiful now with the radiance- of keen anticipation. The scholars were called out one by one to receive the daz- zling gifts, beginning at the oldest. I being an abcedarian must wait till the last ; but as I knew that my turn would surely come in du& order, I was tolerably patient. But what was my disappointment, my exceeding bitter, c-ess of grief when the last book on Mary's lap was given away, and my name not yet called. Every one present had received* except myself and two ethers of the a b C' AS IT WAS. 3l rank. I felt the tears starting to my eyes, my lips were drawn to their closest pucker to hold in my emotions from audible outcry. I heard my fellow sufferer at my side draw long and heavy breaths, the usual preliminaries to the bursting out of grief. This feeling, how- ever, was but momentary, for Mary immedi- ately said, Charles and Henry and Susan, you may now all come to me together, at the same time her hand was put into her work-bag. We were at her side in an instant, and in that time she held in her hand, what? Net three little picture books, but what was to us a surprising novelty, viz. three little birds wrought from sugar by the confectioner's art. I had never seen or heard of, or dreamed of such a thing. What a revulsion of delighted feeling now swelled my little bosom. " If I should give you little books," said Mary, "you could not read them at present, so I have got for you what you will like better perhaps, and there will be time enough for you to have books when you shall be able to read them. So take these little birds and see how long you can keep them." We were perfectly satisfied, and even felt ourselves distinguish- ed above the rest. My bird was more to me than all the songsters in the air, although 4* 3^ THE DISTRICT SCHOOL rt could not fly or sing or open its mouth, r kept it for years, until by accident it was crushed to pieces and was no longer a bird. But Susan Clark, I was provoked at her. Her bird was nothing to her but a piece of pepperminted sugar, and not a keepsake from Mary Smith. She had not left the school- house before she had nibbl-ed off its bill. But her mother was alwa\s tickling her palate with sugar-plums, raisins, cookies, and such like, which the rest of us were not accustom- ed to, and she had no idea that the sweet little sugar bird was made, at least, was given? for the sake of her heart rather than her palate. The next summer my present was the "Death and Burial of Cock Robin." This was from the dearly loved Mary too. I could then do something more than look at the pictures. I could read the tragic history which was told in versa below the pictured representations of the mournful drama. How I used to gaze and wonder at what I saw in that little book. Could it be that all this really took place ; that the sparrow really did do the murderous deed with his bow and his arrow? I never knew before that birds had such things- Then there was the fish with his dish, the rook AS IT WAS?. 33 with his book, the owl with his shovel, &c. Yet if it were not all true why should it be so pictured and related in the book ? I had the impression that every thing that was printed in a book was surely true ; and as no one thought to explain to me the nature of a fable, I went on puz2led and wonder- ing till progressive reason at length divined its meaning. But Cock Robin with its red cover and gilden edges, I have it now. It is the first little book I ever received, and it was from Mary Smith ; and as it is the only tangible me- mento of her goodness that I possess, I shall keep it as long as I can. I had a similar present each successive sea- son so long as I regularly attended the summer school. What marvels did they contain ! How curiosity and wonder feasted on their contents ! They were mostly about gianta, fairies, witches, and ghosts. By this kind of reading superstition was trained up to a mon- strous growth ; and as courage could not thrive in its cold and gloomy shadow, it was a sickly shoot for years- Giants, fairies, witches and ghosts were ready to pounce upon me from every dark corner in the day time and from all around in the night, if I happened to be alone. I trembled to go to bed 34 THE DISTRICT SCHOOL alone for years ; and I was often almost pa- ralyzed with horror when I chanced to wake in the stillness of midnight, and my ever- busy fancy presented the grim and grinning mages with which I supposed darkness to be peopled. I wish I had all those little books now. I would keep them as long as I live, and at death would bequeath them to the national Lyceum, or soma other institution to be kept as a schoolmaster keeps a pupil's first writing, as \ specimen, or a mark to show what improve- ment has been made. Indeed, if improve- ment has been made in any thing, it has been in respect to children's books, When 1 com- pare the world of fact in which the "Little Philosophers" of the present day live, ob- serve and enjoy, with the visionary regions where I wandere-1, wondered, believed, and trembled, I almost wish to be a child again, to know the pleasure of having earliest curi- osity fed with fact, instead of fiction and fol- ly, and to know so much about the great world with so young a mind. AS IT WAS. 35 CHAPTER VIII. GRAMMAR - tOUNG LADYs ACCIDENCE - MUR- RAY PARSING POPE'S ESSAY. ON my fifth summer, at the age of seven and a half, I commenced the study of grammar. The book generally used in our school by be- ginners, was called the Young Lady's Acci- dence. I had the honor of a new one. The Young Lady's Accidence ! How often have I gazed on that last word 1 , and wondered what it meant ! Even now, I cannot define it, though, of course, I have a guess at its mean- ing. Let me turn this very minute to that oracle of definitions? the "venerable Webster. "A small book containing the rudiments of grammar." That is it, then. But what an intelligible and appropriate term for a little child's book ! The mysterious title, however, was most appropriate to the contents of the vo- lume, for they were all mysterious, and that for years, to my poor understanding. Well, my first lesson was to get the Parts of Speech, as they are called. What a grand achievement to engrave on my memory these ten separate and strange words ! With what ardor I took my lesson from the mistress* and 36 THE DICTIUCT SCHOOL trudged to my seat. It was a new study, and it was the first day of the school moreover, before the bashfulness occasioned by a strange teacher had subsided, and before the spirit of play had been excited. So there was nothing at the mom3nt to divert me from the lofty enterprise. Reader, let your mind's eye peep into that old school-house. See that little boy in the second high seat from the front, in home-made and home-dyed sea-green cotton jacket and trowsers, with a clean* Monday morning collar turned out from his neck. His new book is before him on the bench, kept open by his left hand. His right supports his head on its palnift with the corresponding elbow pressed on the bench. His lips move, but at first very slow- ly. He goes over the whole lesson in a low whisper. He now looks ofF his book, and pronounces two or three of the first, article, noun, pronoun, then just glances at the page, and goes on with two or three more. He at length repeats several words without looking. Finally, he goes through the long catalogue with his eye fastened on vacancy. At length, how his lips flutter, and you hear the parts of speech whizzing from his tongue like feathered arrows. A good simile that. Parts of speech AS IT WAS. 37 they are indeed arrows of thought, though as yet armed with no point, and shot at no mark. . There, the rigmarole is accomplished. He starts up and is at the mistress' side in a mo- ment. " Will you hear my lesson, ma'am ?" As she takes the book, he looks directly in her face, and repeats the aforementioned words loudly and distinctly, as if there were no fear of failure. He has got as far as the adverb, but now he hesitates, his eye drops, his lips arc open ready for utterance, but the word doss not come. He shu's them, he presses them hard together, he puts his finger to them, and there is a painful hiatus in his recitation, a disconnection, an anti to the very word he is after. Conjunction, says the mis- tress. The little hand leaves the lips at the same time that an involuntary "O!" bursts out from them. He lifts his head and his eye, and repeals with spirit the delinquent word, and goes on without hesitation to the end of the lesson. " Very wel 1 ," says the teacher, or the hearer of the school, for she "rather listened to, than instructed her pupils. "Get so far for the next lesson." The child bows, whirts on his heel, and trips to his seat, mightily satisfied excepting with that one fail- 38 THE DISTRICT SCHOOL ure of memory, when that thundering word, conjunction, refused to come at his will. But that word he never forgot again. The failure fastened it in his memory forever. This sea- green boy was myself, the present historian of the scene. . My next lesson lagged a little ; my third seemed quite dull ; my fourth I was two days in getting. At the end of the week, I thought tha*. I could get along through the world very well without grammar, as my grandfather had done before me. But my mistress did not agree with me, and I was forced to go on. I con- trived, however, to make easy work of the study. I got frequent, but very short lessons, only a single sentence at a time. This was easily committed to memory, and would slay on till I could run up and toss it off in reci- tation, after which it did not trouble me more. The recollection of it puts me in mind of a little boy lugging in wood, a stick at a time. My teacher was so ignorant of the philosophy of mind, that she did not know that this was not as good a way as any ; and, indeed, she praised me for my smartness. The conse- quence was, that after I had been through the book I could scarcely have repeated ten lines of it, excepting the very first and the very last AS IT WAS. 39 lessons. Had it been ideas instead of words that had thus escaped from my mind, the case would have been different. As it was, the only matter of regret was that I had been forming a bad habit, and had imbibed an er- roneous notion, to wit, that lessons were to be learned simply to be recited. The next winter this Accidence was com- mitted, not to memory, but to oblivion ; for on presenting it to the master the first day of the school, he told me it was old-fashioned and out of date, and I must have Murray's- Abridgement. So Murray was purchased, and I cotnmenced the study of grammar again, excited by the novelty of a new, and clean, and larger book. But this soon became even more dull and dry than its predecessor, for it was more than twice the size, and the end of it was at the most discouraging distance of months, if not of years. I got only half way through the verb this winter. The next summer I be- gan the book again, and arrived at the end of the account of the parts of speech. The winter after I went over the same ground again, and got through the rules of syntax, and felt that I had accomplished a great work. The next summer I reviewed the whole gram- mar, for the mistress thought it necessary to 5 40 THE DISTRICT SCHOOL have its most practical and important parts firmly fixed in the memory, before attempting the higher exercises of the study. On the third winter I began to apply my supposed knowledge in the process of passing, as it was termed by the master. The very pro- nunciation of this word shows how little the teacher exercised the power of independent thought. He had been accustomed to hear parse called pass, and although the least re- flection would have told him it was not cor- rect that reflection came not, and for years the grammarians of our district school passed. However, it was rightly so called. It was passing, as said exercise was performed ; passing over, by, around, away, from the sci- ence of grammar, without coming near it, or at least without entering into it with much under- standing of its nature. Mode, tense, case, government and agreement were ever flying from our tongues, to be sure, but their meaning was as much a mystery as the hocus pocus of a juggler. At first we parsed in simple prose, but soon entered on poetry. Poetry a thing which to our apprehension differed from prose iu this only, that each line began with a capital let- ter, and ended usually with a word sounding; AS IT WAS. 41 like another word at the end of the adjoin- ing line. But unskilled as we all generally were in the art of parsing, some of us came to think ourselves wonderfully acute and dex- terous nevertheless. When we perceived the master himself to be in doubt and perplexity, then we felt ourselves on a level with him, and ventured to oppose our guess to his. And if he appeared a dunce extraordinary, as was sometimes the case, we used to put ourselves into the potential mnod pretty often, as we knew that our teacher could never assume the imperative on this subject. The fact is, neither we nor the teacher enter- ed into the writer's meaning. The general plan of the work was not surveyed, nor the particular sense of separate passages examin- ed. We could not do it, perhaps, from the want of maturity of mind ; the teacher did not, because he had never been accustomed to any thing of the kind in his own education ; and it never occurred to him that he could deviate from the track, or improve upon the methods of those who taught him. Pope's Essay on Man, was the parsing manual used by the most advanced. No wonder, then, that pupil and pedagogue so often got bewildered and lost in a world of thought like this ; for 42 THE DISTRICT SCHOOL however well ordered a creation it might be", it was scarcely tetter than chaos to them. la closing I ought to remark, that all our teachers were not thus ignorant of grammar, although they did not, perhaps, take the best way to teach it. In speaking thus of this de- partment of study, and also of others, I have reference to the more general character of schoolmasters and schools. CHAPTER IX. THE PARTICULAR MASTER VARIOUS METHODS OF PUNISHMENT. I have given some account of my first win- ter at school. Of my second, third, and fourth, I have nothing of importance to say. The routine was the same in each. The teachers were remarkable for nothing in particular ; if they were, I have too indistinct a remembrance of their characters to portray them now so I will pass them by, and describe the teacher of my fifth. He was called the particular master. The scholars, in speaking of him would say " he is so particular." The first morning of the AS IT WAS. 43 school he read us a long list of regulations to be observed in school and out. " There are more rules than you could shake a stick at before your arm would ache," said some one. " And if the master should shake a stick at every one who should disobey them, he would not find time to do much else," said another. Indeed, it proved to be so. Half the time was spent in calling up schol- ars for little misdemeanors, trying to make them confess their faults, and promise stricter obedience, or in devising punishments and inflicting them. Almost every method was tried that was ever suggested to the brain of pedagogue. Some were feruled on the hand ; some were whipped with a rod on the back ; some were compelled to hold out, at arm's length, the largest book that could be found, or a great leaden inkstand, till muscle and nerve, bone and marrow, were tortured with the continued exertion. If the arm bent or inclined from the horizontal level, it was forced back again by a knock of the ruler on the elbow. I well recollect that one poor fel- low forgot his suffering by fainting quite away. This lingering punishment was more befiting the vengeance of a savage, than the correc- tive efforts of a teacher of the young in civi- lized life. 5* 44 THE DISTRICT SCHOOL He had recourse to another method, almost, perhaps quite as barbarous. It was standing iii a-stooping posture, with the finger on the head of a nail in the floor. It was a position not particularly favorable to health of body or soundness of mind ; the head being brought about as low as the knees, the blood rushing to it, and pressing unnaturally on the veins, caus- ing a dull pain, and a staggering dizziness. That man'sjudgment or mercy must have been topsy-turvy also, who first set the example of such an infliction on those whose progress in knowledge depended somewhat on their being kept right and upward. The above punishments were sometimes rendered doubly painful by their taking place directly in front of the enormous fire, so that the pitiable culprit was roasted as well as racked. Another mode of punishment an anti-whispering process, was setting the jaws at a painful distance apart, by inserting a chip perpendicularly between the teeth. Then we occasionally had our hair pulled, our noses tweaked, our ears pinched and boxed, or snap, ped, perhaps, with India-rubber this last the perfection of ear-tingling operations. There were minor penalties, moreover, for minor faults. The uneasy urchins were clapped AS IT WAS. 45 into the closet, thrust under the desk, or perch- ed on its top. Boys were made to sit in the girl's seats, amusing the school with their grinning awkwardness ; and girls were oblig- ed to sit on the masculine side of the aisle, tvith crimsoned necks, and faces buried in their aprons. But I have dwelt long enough on the vari- ous penalties of the numerous violations of master Particular's many orders. After all, he did not keep an orderly school. The cause of the miscnief was, he was variable. He wanted that persevering firmness and uni- formity which alone can insure success. He had so many regulations, that he could not stop at all times to notice the transgressions of them. The scholars, not knowing with cer- tainty what to expect, dared to run the risk of disobedience. The consequence of this pro- cedure on the part of the ruler and the ruled was, that the school became uncommonly riotous before the close of the season. The larger scholars soon broke over all restraint, but tijeHittle ones were narrowly watched and restricted somewhat longer. But these grad- ually grew unmindful of the unstable authority, and finally contemned it with almost insolent effrontery, unless the master's temper-kindled 46 THE DISTRICT SCHOOL eye was fixed directly and menacingly upon them. Thus the many regulations were like so many cobwebs, through which the great flies would break at once, and so tear and disorder the net that it would not hold even the little ones, or at all answer the purpose for which it was spun. I would not have it understood that this mas- ter was singular in his punishments ; for such methods of correcting offenders have been in use time out of mind. He was distinguished only for resorting to them more frequently than any other instructor within my own ob- servation. The truth is, that it seemed to be the prevailing opinion both among teachers and parents, that boys and girls would play and be mischievous at any rate, and that con- sequently masters must punish in some way or-other. It was a matter of course ; nothing better was expected. AS ITLWAS. 47 CHAPTER X. HOW THEY USED TO READ IN THE OLD SCHOOL- HOUSE IN DISTRICT NO. V. IN this description of the District School, as it was, that frequent and important exercise, Reading, must not be omitted Reading as it was. Advance, then, ye readers of the Old School-house, and let us witness your per- formances. We will suppose it the first day of the school. " Come and read," says the mistress to a little flaxen-headed creature of doubtful gender, for the child is in petticoats, and sits on the female side, as close - as possible to a guardian sister. But then those coarser fea- tures, tanned complexion, and close -clipped hair, with other minutise of aspect, are some- what contradictory to th feminine dress. "Come and read." It is the first time that this he-or-she was ever inside of a school-house, and in the presence of a school-ma'am, according to recollection, and the order is heard with shrinking timidity. But the sister whispers an encouraging word, and helps " tot" down from the seat, who creeps out into the aisle, and hesitates along down to the teacher, biu 48 THE DISTRICT SCHOOL ing his fingers, or scratching his head, perhaps both, to relieve the embarrassment of the novel situation. " What is your name, dear?" " Tholomon Icherthon," lisps the now discov- ered he, in a phlemg-choked voice, scarce above a whisper. " Put your hands down by your side, Solomon, and make a bow." He obeys, if a short and hasty jerk of the head is a bow. The alphabetical page of the spelling- book is presented, and he is asked, " What's that ?" But he cannot tell. He is but two years and a half old, and has been sent to school to relieve his mother from trouble rather than to learn. No one at home has yet shown or named a letter to him. He has never had even that celebrated character, round O, pointed out to his notice. It was an older beginner, most probably, who being asked a similar question about the first letter of the alphabet, replied, " I know him by sight, but can't tell him b^ name." But our namesake of the wise man does not know the gentleman even by sight, nor any of his twenty. five com- panions. Solomon Richardson has at length said A, B, C, for the first time in his life. He has read. "That's a nice boy ; make another bow, and go to your scat." He gives another jerk fp -AS IT WAS. 49 of the head, and whirls on his heel, and trots back to his seat, meeting the congratulatory smile of his sister with a satisfied grin, which, put into language would be, " There, I've read, ha'nt I ?" The little chit, at firt so timid and almost inaudible in enunciation, in a few days be- comes accustomed to the place and the exer- cise ; and in obedience to the " speak up loud, that's a good boy," he soon pipes off A-er, B-er, C-er, &c., with a far-ringing shrillness, that vies even with Chanticleer himself. Sol- omon went all the pleasant days of the first summer, and nearly every day of the next, before he knew all his letters by sight, or could call them by name. Strange that it should take so long to become Acquainted with these twenty-six characters, wheo, in a month's time the same child becomes familiar with the forms and the names of hundreds of ob- jects in nature around, or in use about his fa- ther's house, shop or farm ! Not so very strange neither, if we only reflect a moment. Take a child into a party of twenty -six persons, all strangers, and lead him from one to the other as fast as his little feet can patter, telling him their respective names, all in less than sen minutes ; do this four times a day even, 4 50 THE DISTRICT SCHOOL and you would not be surprised if he should be weeks, at least, if not months, in learning to designate them all by their names. Is it any matter of surprise, then, that the child should be so long in becoming acquainted with the alphabetical party, when he is introduced to them precisely in the manner above describ- ed? Then, these are not of different heights, complexions, dresses, motions, and tones of voice, as a living company have. But there they stand in an unalterable line, all in the same complexions and dress all just so tall, just so motionless, and mute, and uninterest- ing, and of course, the most unrememberable figures in the world. No wonder that some should go to school, and "sit on a bench, and say A B C," as a little girl said, for a whole year, and still find themselves strangers to some of the sable company even then. Our little reader is permitted at length to turn a leaf, and he finds himself in the re- gion of the Abs an expanse of little sylla- bles making me, who am given to compari- sons, think of an extensive plain whereon there is no tree, or shrub, or plant, or any thing else inviting to the eye, and nothing but little stones, stones, stones, all about the same size. And what must the poor little AS IT WAS. 51 learner do here ? Why, he must hop from cobble to cobble, if I may se call ab, eb, ib, &c., as fast as he possibly can, naming each one, after the voice of the teacher, as he hur- ries along. And this must be kept up until he can denominate each lifeless and uninteresting object on the face of the desert. After more or less months the weary nov- ice ceases to be an Ab-ite. He is next put into whole words of one syllable, arranged in columns. The first word we read in Perry that conveyed any thing like an idea, was the first one in the first column ; the word ache ay, we did not easily forget what this meant when once informed the corresponding idea, or rather feeling, was so often in our con- sciousness. Ache a very appropriate term with which tq begin a course of education so abounding in pains of body and of mind. After five pages of this perpendicular read- ing, if I may so call it, we entered on the horizontal, that is, on words arranged in sen- tences and paragraphs. This was reading in good earnest, as grown up folks did, and something with which tiny childhood would be very naturally puffed up. " Easy Lessons," was the title of about a dozen separate chap- 6 52 THE DISTRICT SCHOOL ters, scattered at intervals among the nume- rous spelling columns, like brambly openings/ here and there amid the tall forest. Easy lessons, because they consisted mostly of little monosyllabic words, easy to be pronounced. But they were not easy as it regards being understood. They were made up of abstract moral sentences, presenting but a very faint meaning to the child, if any at all. Their par. ticular application to his own conduct he would not perceive of course without help, and this it scarcely ever entered the head or the heart of the teacher to afford. In the course of summers, how many I for- get, we arrived at the most manly and digni- fied reading the illustrious Perry had prepared for us. It was entitled " Moral Tales and Fables." In these latter, beasts and birds talk- ed like men ; and strange sort of folks, call- ed Jupiter, Mercury, and Juno, were pic- tured as sitting up in the clouds, and talking with men and animals on earth, or as down among them doing very unearthly things. To quote language in common use, we kind o 1 be- lieved it all to be true, and yet we kind o' didn't. As for the "moral" at the end, teachers never dreamed of attracting our attention to it. Indeed, we had no other idea of all these AS IT WAS. 53 Easy Lessons, Tales and Fables, than that they were to be syllabled from the tongue in the task of reading. That they were to sink into the heart and make us better in life, never occurred to our simple understandings. Among all the rest were five pieces of poe- try charming stuff to read, the words would come along one after anoiher so easily, and the lines would jingle so pleasantly together at the end, tickling the ear like two beads in a rattle. O give us poetry to read, of all things, we thought. We generally passed directly from the spelling-book to the reading-book of the first class, although we were ranked the second class still. Or perhaps we took a book which had been formerly used by the first class, for a new reading book was generally introduced once in a few years in compliance with the earnest recommendation of the temporary teacher. While the first class were in Scott's Lessons, we of the second were pursuing their tracks, not altogether understandingly, through Adams' Understanding Reader. When a new master persuaded theai into Murray, then we were admitted into Scott. The principal requisites in reading in these d&ys, were to read fast, mind the " stops and 54 THE DISTRICT SCHOOL marks," and speak up loud. As for suiting the tone to the meaning, no such thing was dreamed of, in our school at least. As much emphasis was laid on an insignificant of, or and, as o the most important word in the piece. But no wonder we did not know how to vary our tones, for we did not always know the meaning of the words, or enter into the gene- ral spirit of the composition. This was very frequently, indeed almost always the case with the majority even of the first class. Parlia- mentary prose and Miltonic verse were just about as good as Greek for the purpose of mod- ulating the voice according to meaning. It scarcely ever entered the heads of our teach- ers to question us about the ideas hidden in the great, long words and specious sentences. It is possible that they did not always discover it themselves. "Speak up there, and not read like a mouse in a cheese, and mind your stops," such were the principal directions respecting the important art of elocution. Important it was most certainly considered, for each class must read twice in the forenoon, and the same in Ihe afternoon, from a qaarter to a half an hour each time, according to the size of the class. Had they read but once or twice, and but little at a time, and this with nice and very AS IT YfAS* 55 profitable attention to tone and sense, parents would have thought the master most miserably deficient in duty, and their children cheated out of their rights, notwithstanding the time thus saved should be most assiduously devoted to other all-important branches of education. It ought not to be omitted that the Bible, particularly the New Testament, was the read- ing twice a day generally, for all the classes adequate to words of more than one syllable. It was the only reading of several of the younger classes under some teachers. On this practice I shall make but a single remark. As far as my own experience and observation extended, reverence for the sacred volume was not deepened by this constant but exceedingly careless use. But what a long and perhaps tedious chapter on this subject of reading ! I had no idea of it when I began. Yet I have not put down the half that I could. These early impressions, when once started from their recesses, how they will teem forth ! *6 THE DISTRICT SCHOOL CHAPTER XL HOW THEY USED TO SPELL. THERE, the class have read ; but they have something else to do before they take their seats. " Shut your books," says he who has been hearing them read. What makes this row of little countenances brighten up so sud- denly, especially the upper end of it? What wooden faces and leaden eyes, two minutes ago ! The reading was nothing to them those select sentences and maxims in Perry's spelling-book which are tucked in between the fables. It is all as dull as a dirge to those life-loving boys and girfs. They almost drowsed while they stood up in their places. But they are fully awake now. They are going to spell. But this in itself is the driest exercise to prepare For, and the driest to per- form, of the whole round. The child cares no more in his heart about the arrangemesit of vowels and consonants in the orthography of words, than he does how many chips lie one above another at the school -house wood- pile. But he doee* care, whether he is at the head or foot of his class ; whether the money AS IT WAS. i>Y dangles from his own neck or another's. This is the secret of the interest in spelling. Emulation is awakened, ambition roused. There is something like the tug of strength in the wrestle, something of the alienation of hope and fear in a game of chance. There has been a special preparation for the trial. Observe this class any day, half an hour before they are called up to read. What a flitting from top to bottom of tlie spelling column; and what a flutter of lips and hissing of utter- ance ! Now the eye twinkles on the page to catch a word, and now it is fixed on the empty air while the orthography is syllabled ovet and over again in mind, until at length it is syllabled on the memory. But the time of trial has come ; they have only to read first. " The third class may come and read." "0 dear, I havn't got my spelling lesson," mutters Charlotte to herself. She has just begun the art of writing this winter, and she lingered a little too long at her hooks and trammels. The lesson seems to her to have as many again hard words in it as common. What a fluster she is in ! She got up above George in the forenoon, and she would not get down aga : n for any thing. She is as slow in co.n- ing from her seat as sha possibly can be and 58 THE BISTBICT SCHOOL keep moving. She makes a chink in her book with -her finger, and every now and then du- ring the reading exercise, steals a glance at a difficult word. But the reading is over, and what a bright- ening up, as was said before, with the excep- tion, perhaps, of two or three idle or stupid boys at that less honorable extremity of the class called the foot. That boy at the head no, it was a boy, but Harriet has at length got above him, and when girls once get to the head, get them away from it if you can. Once put the "pride of place" into their hearts, and how they will queen it. Then they are more sensitive, regarding any thing that might lower them in the eyes of others, and seem the least like disgrace. I have known a little girl to cry the half of one day, and look melancholy the whole of the next, on losing her place at the head. Girls are more likely to arrive at, and keep the first place in the class in consequence of a little more help from mother nature than boys get. I believe that they generally have a memory more fitted for catching and holding words and other signs addressed to the eye, than the other sex. That girl at the head has studied her spelling lesson until she is as confidt nt of AS IT "WAS. 59 of every word as the unerring Perry himself. She can spell every word in the column in the order it stands without the master's "put- ting it out," she has been over it so many times. Now, Mr. James, get up again if you can, thinks Harriet. 1 pity you, poor girl, for James has an ally that will blow over your proud castle in the air. Old Boreas, the king of the winds, will order out a snow-storm by and bye, to block up the roads so that none but booted and weather-proof males can get to school, and you, Miss, must lose a day or two, and then find yourself at the foot with those block-head boys who always abide there. But let it not be thought that all those foot lads are deficient in intellect. Look at them when the master's back is turned, and you will see mischievous ingenuity enough to convince you that they might surpass even James and Harriet, had some other faculties been called into exercise besides the mere memory of verb- alities. The most extraordinary spelling, and in- deed reading machine "in our school was a boy whom I shall call Memorus Word well. He was mighty and wonderful in the acquisition and remembrance of words of signs with ' out the ideas signified. The alphabet he ac- tfO THE DISTRICT SCHOOL quired at horre before he was two years old. What exultation of parents, what exclamation from admiring visiters. " There was never any thing like it !" He had almost accom- plished his Abs before he was thought old enough for school. At an earlier age than usual, however, he was sent, and then he went from Ache to Abomination in half the summers and winters it took the rest of us to go over the same space. Astonishing how quickly he mastered column after column, section after section of obstinate orthographies. Those martial terms I have just used, together with our hero's celerity, put me in mind of Caesar. So I will quote him. Memorus might have said in respect to the hosts of the spelling- book, " I came, I saw, I conquered." He gen- erally stood at the head of a class, each one of whom was two years his elder. Poor crea- tures, they studied hard some of them, but it did no good ; Memorus Word well was born to be above them, as some men are said to have been " bora to command." At the public ex- amination of his first winter, the people of the district, and even the minister thought it mar- vellous that such monstrous great words should be mastered by " such a leetle mite of a b;>y !" Memoes was mighty also in saying AS IT WAS. 61 those after spelling matters, the Key, the Ab breviations, the Punctuation, &c. These things were deemed of great account to be laid up in remembrance, although they were all very imperfectly understood, and some of them not understood at all. Punctuation how many hours, days and even weeks, have I tugged away to lift, as it were, to roll up into the store-house of my memory, the many long, heavy sentences comprehended under this title. Only survey (we use this word when speaking of considera- ble space and bulk,) only survey the first sen- tence, a transcript of which I will endeavor to locate in these narrow bounds. I would have my readers of the rising generation know what mighty labors we little creatures of five, six and seven years old were set to perform. " Punctuation is the art of pointing, or of di- viding a discourse into periods by points, ex- pressing the pauses to be made in the reading thereof, and regulating the cadence or elevation of the voice." There, I have labored weeks on that ; for I always had that lamentable defect of mind not to be able to cammit to memory what I did not understand. My teachers never a dad me with the least explanation of the above- 62 THE DISTRICT SCHOOL copied sentence, nor of other reading of A similar character, which was likewise to be committed to memory. But this and all waa nothing, as it were, to Memorus Wordwett. He was a very Hercules in this wilderness of words. Master Word well was a remarkable reader too. He could rattle off a word as extensive as the name of a Russian noble, when he was but five years old, as easily as the schoolmas- ter himself. "He can read in the hardest chap- ters of the Testament as fast agin as I can," said his mother. "I never did see nothing beat it," exclaimed his father, "he speaks up as loud as a minister." But I have said enough about this prodigy. I have said thus much be. cause that although he was thought so sur. passingly bright, he was the most decided ninny in the school. The fact is, he did not know what the sounds he uttered meant. It never entered his head nor the heads of his parents and most of his teachers, that words and sen- tences were written, and should be read only to be understood. He lost some of his reputation, however, when he grew up toward twenty-one, and it was found that numbers in more senses than one, were far above him in arithmetic. AS IT WAS. 63 One little anecdote about Memorgs Word- well before we let him go, and this long chap- ter shall be no longer. It happened one day that the "cut and split" for the fire fell short, and Jonas Patch was out wielding the axe in school time. He had been at work about half an hour, when Memorus, who was perceived to have less to do than the rest, was sent out to take his place. He was about ten years old, and four years younger than Jonas. " Memorus, you may go out and spell Jonas." Our hero did not think of the Yankee sense in which the master used the word spe!!, indeed he had never attached but one meaning to it whenever it was used with reference to itself. He supposed the master was granting him a ride extraordinary on his favorite hobby. So he put his spelling-book under his arm and was out at ths wood-pile with the speed of a boy rushing to play. "Ye got yer speJ^'n lesson, Jonas?" wa% his -first salutation. " Haven't looked at it* yet," was the reply. " I mean to cut up this plaguy great log, spellin or no spellin, before I go in. I had as lieve keep warm here chop, in wood, as freeze up there in that tarnal cold back seat." " Well, the master sent me out to hear you spell." " Did he ? well, put out the 7 64 THE DISTRICT SCHOOL words and I'll spell." Memorus being so dis- tinguished a speller, Jonas did not doubt but that he was really &ent out on this errand. So our deputy spelling-master mounted the top of the wood-pile, just in front of Jonas, to put out words to his temporary pupil who still kept on putting out chips. " Do you know where the lesson begins, Jo- nas ?" " No, I don't, but I spose J shall find out now." " Well, here 'tis." (They both belonged to the same class.) "Spell A-bom- i-na-tion." Jonas spells. A-b-o-m bom a-bora (in the mean time up goes the axe high in air, i a-bomi (down it goes again chuck into the wood) n-a na a-bom-i-na (up it goes again) t-i-o-n tion, a-bom-i-na-tion, chuck the axe goes again, and at the same time out flies a furious chip and hits Memorus on the nose. At this moment the master appeared just at the corner of the Sul l0 ol-house, with one foot still on the threshold. Jonas, why don't you eome in ? didn't I send Mernorus out to spell you?" "Yes, sir, arid he has beer, spelling me ; how could I come in if he spelt me here?" At this the master's eye caught Memorus perched upon the top stick, with his book open upon his lap, rubbing his nose, and just in the act of putting out the next word of the column. AS IT WAS. 65 Ac-com-mo-da-tion, pronounced Memorus in a broken but louder voice than before, for -he caught a glimpse of the master, and he wished to let him know that he was doing his duty. This was too much for the master's gravity. He perceived the mistake, and without saying more, wheeled back into the school-room, al- most bursting with the most tumultuous laugh lie ever tried to suppress. The scholars won- dered at his looks and grinned in sympathy. But in a few minutes Jonas came in, followed by Memorus with his spelling-book, who ex- claimed, "I have heard him spell clean through the whole lesson, and he didn't spell hardly none of 'em right." The master could hold in no longer, and the scholars perceived the blun- der, and there was one simultaneous roar from pedagogue and pupils ; the scholars laughing twice as loud and uproariously in consequence of being permitted to laugh in school-time, and to do it with the accompaniment of the master. THE DISTRICT SCHOOL CHAPTER XII. am, SPOUTSOUND, THE SPEAKING MASTER TH* EXHIBITION. Now comes winter, the sixth of my district education. Our master was as insignificant a personage as is often met with beyond the age of twenty-one. He ought to have been peda- gogue in that land of littleness, Lilliput. Our great fellows of the back seat might have tossed him out of the window from the palm of the hand. But he possessed certain qualifications, and pursued such a course that he was per- mitted to retain the magisterial seat through- his term, and indeed was quite popular on the whole. He was as remarkable for the loudness and compass of his voice, as for the diminutiveness- of his material dimensions. How sucli a body of sound could proceed from so bodiless an ex- istence, was a marvel. It seemed as unnatu- ral as that a tremendous thunder clap should burst from a speck of cloud in the sky. He generally sat with the singers on the Sabbath, and drowned the feebler voices with the inunda- tion of his bass. AS IT WAS. 67 But it was not with his tuneful powers alone that he " astonished the natives." He was imagined to possess great girts of oratory likewise. " What a pity it is that he had not been a minister," was said. It was hy his en- dowments and tasfe in this respect that he made himself particularly memorable in our school. Mr. Spoutsound had been one quar- ter to an academy where declamation was a weekly exercise. Finding in this ample scope for his vocal extraordinariness (a long-winded word, to be sure, but so appropriate) he be- came an enthusiastic votary to the Ciceronian art. The principal qualification of an orator in his view was height, depth and breadth of utterance quantity of sound. Of course he fancied himself a very lion in oratory. In- deed, as far as roaring would go, he was a lion. This gentleman introduced declamation, or the speaking of pieces, as it was called, into our school. He considered " speaking of the ut- most consequence in this country, as any boy might be called to a seat in the legislature, per- haps in the course of things." It was a novelty to the scholars, and they entered with their whole souls into the matter. It was a pleasant relief to the dullness of the old-fashioned rou- tine. 7* 68 THE DISTRICT SCHOOL What a rumaging of books, pamphlets and newspapers now took place, to find pieces to speak ! Tite American Preceptor, the Co- lumbia Orator, ft*; Art of Reading, Scot's Elocution, Webster's Third Part, and I know not how many other ancients were taken down from their dusty retirement at home for the sake of the specimens of eloquence they afford- ed. Those pieces were deemed best by us grandsons of the Revolutionists which most abounded in those glorious words, Freedom, Liberty, Independence, and other spirit-kind- ling names and phrasss, that might be men- tioned. Another recommendation was high- flown language, and especially words that were long and sonorous, such as would roll thunderingly from the tongue. For like our district professor we had the impression that noise was the most important quality in elo- quence. The first, the second and the third requisite was the same ; it was noise, noise, noise. Action, however, or gesticulation, was not omitted. This was considered the next qualification of the good orator. So there was the most vehement swinging of arms, shaking of fists, and waving of palms. That occasional motion of the linab and force of voice,- called emphasis, was not a characteristic of our elo- AS IT WAS. 69 quence, or rather it was all emphasis. Our utterance was something like the continuous ruar of a swoln brook over a mill-dam, and our action like the unintermitted whirling and clap- ping of adjacent machinery. We tried our talent in the dramatic way likewise. There were numerous extracts from dramatic compositions scattered through the various reading books we had mustered. These dialogistic performances were even more inter- esting than our speechifying in the semblance of lawyers and legislators. We more easily acquired an aptitude for this exercise, as it was somewhat like that every-day affair, conversa- tion. In this we were brought face to face, voice to voice, with, each other, and our social sympathies were kindled into glow. We talked with, as well as at folks. Then the female portion of the school could take a part in the performance ; and who does not know that dialoguing, as well as dancing, has twice the zest with a female partner. The whole school, with the exception of the very least, perhaps, were engaged, indeed absorbed in this novej branch of education introduced by Mr. Spout- sound. Some who had not got out of their Abs, were taught by admiring fathers and mothers at home, little pieces by rote, and made to 70 THE DISTRICT SCHOOL screetch them out with a most ear-splitting exe- cution. One lad in this way committed to memory that famous piece of self-puffery be- ginning with the lines "You'd scarce expect one of my age, To speak in public on the stage." Memorus Wordwell committed to memory and parroted forth that famous speech of Pitt, in which he so eloquently replies to the charge of being a young man. Cicero at Athens was not more assiduous in seeking the immense and the infinite in elo- quence, than we were in seeking the great in speaking. Besides half an hour of daily school time set apart for the exercise under the im- mediate direction and exemplification of the master, our noonings were devoted to the same, as far as the young's ruling passion, the love of play would permit. And on the way to and from school, the pleasure of dialogue would compete with that of dousing each other into the snow. We even " spoke" while doing our night and morning work at home. A boy might be seen at the wood-pile hacking at a log and a dialogue by turns. Or perhaps after dis- pensing the fodder to the tenants of the barn, he would mount a half-cleared scaffold and out- bellow the wondering beeves below. jlS IT WAS. 71 As the school drew towards a close, Mr. Spoutsound proposed to have an exhibition in addition to the usual examination, on the last day, or rather the evening of it. Our oratori- cal gifts and accomplishments must be publicly displayed ; which is next to publicly using them in the important affairs of the town, the stale, or the country. " An Exhibition ! I want to know ! can it be ?" There had never been any thing like it in the district before nor indeed in the town. Such a thing had scarcely been heard of except by some one whose uncle or cousin had been to the academy, or to college. The people of the district were wide awake. The younger portion of them could hardly sleep nights. The scholars are requested to select the pieces they would prefer to speak, whether speeches or dialogues ; and to arrange among themselves who should be fellow partners in the dramatical performances. The master, however, retained the right of veto on their choice. Now, what a rustle of leaves and flut- ter of lips in school hours, and noisier flapping of books and clatter of tongues at noon, in set- tling who shall have which, and who speak with whom. At length all is arranged, and 72 THE DISTRICT SCHOOL mostly to the minds of all. Then for a week or two before the final consummation of things eloquent, it was nothing but rehearsal. No pains were spared by anyone that he might be perfect in the recollection and flourishing off of his part. Dialogists were grouped together in every corner. There was a buzz in the back seat, a hum in the closet, a screech in the entry, and the very climax of vociferation in the spelling floor. Here the solos (if I may borrow a term from music) were rehearsed under the immediate criticism of Mr. Spout- sound, whose chief delight was in forensic and parliamentary eloquence. The old school- house was a little Babel in the confusion of tongues. The expected day at length arrives. There must be of course the usual examination in the afternoon. But nobody attended this but the minister and the committee who engaged the master. The people of the district all intended to be at the exhibition in the evening, and ex- amination was "just nothing at all" with that in prospect. And in fact it was just nothing at all, for the " ruling passion" had swallowed up very much of the time that should have been devoted to the really important branches of education. AS IT WAS. 73 After the finishing of the school, a stage was erected at the end of the spelling-floor, next to the desk and the closet. It was hung round with checked bed-blankets, in the sem- blance of theatrical curtains, to conceal any preparations that might be necessary between the pieces. The exhibition was to commence at half- past six. Before that time the old school- house was crowded to the utmost of its capac- ity for containing, by the people not only of our district, but of other parts of the town. The children were wedged into chincks too narrow for the admission of the grown up. Never were a multitude of living bodies more completely compressed and amalgamated into one contiauous mass. On the front writing bench, just before the stage, and facing the audience, sat the four first, and some of the most interesting per- formers on the occasion viz., players on the clarionet, violin, bass-viol, and bassoon. But they of the bow were sorely troubled at first. Time and space go together with them, you know. They cannyt keep the first without possessing the latter. As they sat, their semi- breves were all shortened into minims, indeed into crotchets, for lack of elbow room. At 74 THE DISTRICT SCHOOL length the violinist stood up straight on the writing-bench, so as to have an unimpeded stretch in the empty air, above the thicket of heads. His fellow-sufferer then contrived to stand so that his long bow could sweep freely be- tween the steady heads of two broad-shoulder- ed men, out of danger from joggling boys. This band discoursed what was to our ears most eloquent music, as a prelude to the mu- sical eloquence which was to be the chief en- tertainment of the occasion. They played in- termediately also, and gave the winding-off flourish of sound. At forty minutes past six the curtain rose that is, the bed blankets were pulled aside. There stood Mr. Spoutsound on the stage, in all the pomp possible to diminutiveness. He advanced two steps, and bowed as profoundly from height to depth as his brevity of stature would admit. He then opened the exhibition by speaking a poetical piece called a Prologue, which he found in one of the old reading books. As this was originally composed as an introduction to a stage performance, it was thought appropriate on^this occasion. Mr. Spoutsound now put forth in all the plenitude of his utterance. It seemed u vocal cataract, all torrent, thunder, and froth. But it wanted AS IT WAS. 75 room an abyss to empty into, and all it had was the remnant of space left in our little school-room. A few of the audience were overwhelmed wiih the pour, and rush, and roar of the pent-up noise, and the rest, with admira- tion, yea, astonishment, that tlte schoolmaster " could speak so." He ceased it was all as still as if every other voice had died of envy. He bowed there was then a general breathing, as if the vocals were just coming to life again. He sat down on a chair placed on the stage, then there was one general buzz, above which arose, here and there, a living and loud voice. Above this, soon arose the exaltation of the orator's favorite march ; for he deemed it proper that his own performance should be separated from those of his pupils by some length and loftiness of music. Now the exhibition commenced in good earnest. The dramatists dressed in costumes according to the character to be sustained, as far as all the old and odd dresses that could be mustered up, would enable them to do so. The district, and indeed the town, had been ransacked for revolutionary coats and cocked-up hats, and other grand-fatherly and grand-motherly attire. The people present 8 76 THE DISTRICT SCHOOL were quite as much amused with the specta- cle as with the speaking. To see the old fashions on the young -folks, and to see the young folks personating characters so entirely opposite to their own ; for instance, the slim, pale-faced youth, by the aid of stuffing, look- ing, and acting the fat old wine -bibber ; the blooming girl of seventeen, putting on the cap, the kerchief, and the character of seventy-five, &c., all this was ludicrously strange. A very refined taste might have observed other things that were strangely ludicrous in the elocution and gesticulation of these disciples of Mr. Spoutsound, but most of the company present were so fortunate as to perceive no bad taste to mar their enjoyment. The little boy of five spoke the little piece " You'd scarce expect one of my age, &c." I recollect another line of the piece which has become singularly verified in the history of the lad. It is this don't I will be good sartinly will." The threatening instrument of pain was gently taken from its elevation. The master spoke : " You promise, do you ?" " Yis, sir, AS IT WAS. 93 O, yis, sir." The tight grasp was with- drawn from the collar. " Put on your frock and jacket, and go to your seat. The rest of you may open your books again." The school breathed again. Paper rustled, feet were carefully moved, the seats slightly crack- ed, and all things went stilly on as before. Abijah kept his promise. He became an al- tered boy ; obedient, peaceable, studious. This long and slow process of preparing for the punishment was artfully designed by the master, gradually to work up the boy's terrors and agonizing expectations to the highest pitch, until he should yield like a babe to the intensity of his emotions. His stubborn na- ture, which had been like an oak on the hills which no storm could prostrate, was whittled away and demolished, as it were, sliver by sliver. Not Abijah Wilkins only, but the whole school were subdued to the most humble and habitual obedience by the scene I have de- scribed. The terror of it seemed to abide in their hearts. The school improved much this winter, that is, according to the ideas of im- provement then prevailing. Lessons were well gotten, and well said, although the why and the wherefore of them were not asked or given. 94 THE DISTRICT SCHOOL Mr. Johnson was employed the next winter also, and it was the prevailing wish that he should be engaged for ihe third time, but he could not be obtained. His reputation as a teacher had secured .or him a school at twenty dollars per month for the year round, in a dis- tant village, so we were never more to sit " as still as mice," in his most magisterial presence. For years the saying in the district, in respect to him was, " He was the best master 1 ever went to ; be kept such good order, and pun- ished so little." CHAPTER XV. GOING OUT MAKING BOWS BOYS COMING IN GIKLS GOING OUT AND COMIJiG IN. THE young are proverbially ignorant of the value of time. There is one portion of it, however, which they well know how to appre- ciate. They feel it to be a wealth both to the body and soul. Its few moments are truly golden ones, forming a glittering spot amio! the drossy dullness of m-school duration. I refer to the forenoon and afternoon recess for " going out." Consider that we came from all AS IT WAS. 95 the freedom of the farm, where we had the sweep of acres hills, valleys, woods, and wa- ters, and were crowded, I may say packed in- to the district box. Each one had scarcely more space than to allow him to shift his head from an inclination to one shoulder to an incli- nation to the other, or from leaning on the right elbow, to leaning on the left. There we were, the blood of health bouncing through our veins, feeding our strength, swelling our dimensions ; and there we must slay, three hours on a stretch, with th exception of the afore-mentioned re- cess. No wonder that we should prize this brief period high, and rush tumultuously out doors to enjoy it. There is one circumstance in going out which so much amuses my recollection, that I will venture to describe it to my readers. It is the making of our bows, or manners, as it is called. If one wishes to see variety in the doing of a single act, let him look at school boys, leaving their bows at the door. Tell me not of the diversities and characteristics of the gentilities and the awkwardnesses in the civili- ty of shaking hands. The bow is as diver- sified and characteristic, as awkward or gen- tee!, as any movement many -motioned man is called on to make. Especially in a country 96 THE DISTRICT SCHOOL school, where fashion and politeness have no* altered the tendencies of nature by forming the manners of all after one model of propri- ety. Besides, the bow was before the shake, both in the history of the world, and in that of every individual man. No doubt the world's first gentleman, nature-taught, declined his head in some sort, in saluting for the first time the world's first lady, in primitive Eden. And no doubt every little boy has been instructed to make a "nice bow," from chubby Cain, Abel and Set-down to the mannered younglings of, the present day, Well, then, it is near half-past ten, A.M., but seemingly eleven to the impatient young, sters, anticipation rather than reflection, be- ing the faculty jnost in action just now. At last the master fakes out his watch and gives a hasty glance at the index of the hour. Or if this premonitory symptom does not appear, watching eyes can discern the signs of the time in the face relaxing itself from severe duly, and ill the moving lips just assumiug that precise form necessary to pronounce the sen. tence of liberation. Then, make ready, taka aim, is at once the order of every idler. " The boys may go out." The little white heads on the little seat, as it is cal!ed AS IT WAS. 97 are the foremost, having nothing in front to im- pede a straight forward sally. One little nimble foot is at the door in an instant, and as he lifts the latch, he tosses off a bow over his left shoulder, and it is out in a twinkling. The ne::t perhaps squares himself towards the master with more precision, not having his attention divided between opening the door and leaving his manners. Next comes the very least of the little, just in front of the big-boy rush behind him, tap-tapping and tot- tering along the floor, with his finger in his nose, but in wheeling from his bow, he blun- ders head first through the door, in his anx- iety lo get out of the way of the impending throng of fists and knees behind, in avoiding which he is prostrated under the tramp of cowhide. Now come the bigs from behind the wri- ting benches. Some of them make a bow with a jerk of the head and snap of the neck possible only to giddy-brained, oily-jointed boyhood. Some, whose mothers are of the precise cast, or who have had their manners stiffened at a dancing-school, will wait till the throng is a little thinned, and then they will strut out with their arms as straight at their sides as if there were no such things as elbows, 98 THE DISTRICT SCHOOL and will Jet their upper person bend upon the middle hinge, as if this were the only joint in their frames. Some look straight at their toes, as the face descends toward the floor. Others strain a glance up nt the master, displaying an uncommon proportion of that beauty of the eye, the white. Lastly come the tenants of the extreme back seat, the Anaks of the school. One long-limbed, lank-sided, back-bending fellow of twenty is at the door at four strides ; he has the proper curve already prepared by his ordinary gait, and he has nothing to do but swing round toward the master, and his man- ners are made. Another, whose body is de- veloped in the full proportions of manhood, turns himself half way and just gives the slightest in- clination of the person. He thinks himselftoo much of a man to make such a ridiculous pop- ping of the pate as the younglings who have preceded him. Another with a tread that makes the floor tremble, goes straight out through the open door, without turning to the right or left, as much as to say, " I am quite too old for that business." There are two in the short seat at the end of the spelling floor who have almost attained to the glorious, or rather vain-glorious age of twenty-one. They are perhaps even more AS IT WAS. 99 aged than the venerable Rabbi of the school himself. So they respect their years, and put away childish things, inasmuch as they do not go out as their juniors do. One of them sticks to his slate. It is his last winter, and as he did not catch flying time by the forelock, he must cling to his heel. The oth. er unpuckers his arithmetical brow, puts his pencil between his teeth, leans his head on his right palm, with his left fingers adjusts his foretop, and then composes himself into an amiable gaze upon the fair remainder of the school. Perhaps his eyes leap at once to that damsel of eighteen in the furthermost seat, who is the secret mistress of his heart. How still it is in the absence of half the limbs and lips of the domain ! That little girl who has been buzzing round her lesson like a bee round a honey-suckle, off and on by turns, is now sipping its sweets, if any sweets there be, as closely and stilly as that same bee plunged in the bell of the flower. The secret of the unwonted silence is, the master knows on which side of the aisle to look for noise and mischief now. It is time for the boys to come in. The master raps on the window as a signal. At first they scatter in one by one, keeping the 10 100 THE DISTRICT SCHOOL door perpetually slamming. But soon, rn rush the main body, pell-mell, rubbing their ears, kicking their heels, puffing, panting, wheezing. Impelled by the temporary chill they crowd round the fire, regaining the need- ed warmth as much by the exercise of elbows as by the heat of fuel. " Take your seats, you that have got warm," says the master. No one starts. " Take your seats, all of you." Tramp, tramp, how the floor trembles again, and the seats clatter. There goes an ink- stand. Ben pinches Tom to let him know that he must go in first. Tom stands back, but gives Ben a kick on the shins as he passes, to pay for that pinch. " The girls may go out." The noise and confusion are now of the feminine gender. Trip, trip, rustle, rustle. Shall 1 describe the diversities of the courtesy ? I could pen a trait or two, but prefer to leave the subject to the more discriminating quill of the cour- lesying sex. The shrill tones and gossipping chatter of girlhood now ring from without. But they do not stay long. Trip, trip, rustle^ rustle, back again. Half of them are suck- ing a lump of snow for drink. One has broken an icicle from the well-spout, and is nibbling it as she would a stick of candy. See Sarah AS IT WAS. 101 jump. The ice-eater's cold, dripping hand has mischievously sprinkled her neck. Down. goes the melting little cone, and is scattered in shivers. " Take your seats," says authori- ty with soft command. He is immediately obeyed ; and the dull routine rolls on toward noon. CHAPTER XVI. NOON NOISE AND DINNER SPORTS AT SCHOOL -r- COASTING SNOW-BALLING A CERTAIN MEMORABLE SNOW-BALL BATTLE. NOON has come. It is even half past twelve, for the teacher got puzzled with a hard sum and did not attend to the second reading of the first class so soon as usual by half an hour. It has been hitch, hitch joggle, joggle creak, creak, all over the school- room for a considerable time. " You are dismissed," comes at last. The going out of half the school only was a noisy business, but now there is a tenfold thunder, augment- ed by the windy rush of many peticoats. All the voices of all the tongues now split or rather shatter the air, if I may so speak. 102 THE DISTRICT SCHOOL There are more various tones than could be indicated by all the epithets ever applied ta sound. The first manual operation is the extract- ing of certain parcels from pockets, bags, baskets, hat-crowns, and perhaps the capa- cious cavity formed by the tie of a short open frock. Then what a savory development bread, cheese, cakes, pies, sausages, and ap- ples without number. It is voice versus ap- petite now for the occupancy of the mouth, Or to speak less lawyer-like and more pop- ularly, they have a jaw together. The case is soon decided, that is, dinner is despatched. Then commences what, in view of most of us, is the chief business of the day. Before describing this, however, I would pre- mise a little. The principal allurement and prime happiness of going to school as it used to be conducted, was the opportunity it af. forded for social amusement. Our rural abodes were scattered generally a half or a quarter of a mile apart, and the young could not see each other every day as conveniently as they can in a city or a village. The school, ing season was therefore looked forward to as one long series of holidays, or as Mark Mar- tin once said, as so many thanksgiving days, except the music, the sermon and the dinner. AS IT WAS. 103 Mark Martin, Jet me mention by the way, was the wit of the school. Some of his say- ings that made us lauj^h at the time, I shall hereafter put down. They may not affect the reader, however, as they did us, for the Jack of his peculiar manner which set them off. " W hat a droll fellow Mark Martin is," used to be the frequent expression. Should I describe all the pastimes of the winter school, it would require more space than befits my plan. I shall therefore touch only on one or two of the different kinds of out-door frolic such only as are peculiar to winter and give a particular zest to the school- ing season. Of all the sportive exercises of the winter school, the most exhilarating, indeed intensely delightful, was sliding down hill, or coasting as it is called. Not having the privilege ot this, excepting in the snowy season, and then with frequent interruptions, it was far more highly prized. The location of our school was uncommonly favorable for this diversion. Situated as we were on a hill, we could go down like arrows for the eighth of a mile on one side, and half that distance on the other. Almost every boy had his sled. Some of us got our names branded on the vehicle, and 10* 104 THE PISTKICT SCHOOL prided ourselves in the workmanship or the swiftness of it, as mariners do in that of a ship. We used to personify the dear little speeder with a she and a her, seaman-like also. Take it when a few days of severely cold and clear weather have permitted the road to be worn icy smooth, and the careering little coaster is the most enviable pleasure-rider that was ever eager to set out or sorry to stop. The very tugging up hill back again is not without its pleasure. The change of posture is agreea- ble, and also the stir of limb and stretch of muscle for the short time required to return to the starting place. Then there is the look- ing forward to the glorious down-hill again. lu all the pleasures of human experience there is nothing like coasting, for the regular alterna- tion of glowing anticipation and frame-thrilling enjoyment. Had there been a mill-pond or any other .sufficient expanse of water near the old school house, I should probably now pen a paragraph on the delights of skating ; but as there was not, and this was not therefore one of our school -sports, such a description would not pioperly belong to these annals. But there is another pastime which comes only with the winter, and is enjoyed mostly ut AS IT WAS. 105 school, to which I will devote a few pages. It is the chivalrous pastime of snow-balling. Take for instance the earliest snow of winter, falling gently and stilly with its feathery flakes, of just the right moisture for easy manipula- tion. Or when the drifis soften in the mid- winter thaw, or begin to settle beneath the lengthened and sunny days of March, then is the season for the power and glory of a snow-ball fight. The wholo school of the martial sex are out of a noon time, from the veterans of a hundred battles down almost to the freshest reciuits of the little front seat. Half against half, unless a certain number agree to take all the rest. The oldest are op- posed to the oldest in the hostile array, so that the little round, and perhaps hard missile, may not be out of proportion to the age, size and toughness of the antagonist likely to be hit. The little boys of course against the lit- tle, with this advantage, that their discharges lose most of their force before reaching the object aimed at. When one is hit he is not merely wounded, he is a dead man as to this battle. Here, no quarter is asked or given. The balls whistle, the men fall, until all are defunct but one or two individuals, who re- 196 THE DISTRICT SCHOOL main unkilled because there is no enemy left to hurl the fatal ball. But our conflicts were not always make-be- lieves, and conducted according to the formal rules of play ; these sham-fights sometimes waxed into the very reality of war. The school was about equally divided be- tween the East and the West ends of the dis- trict. There had from time immemorial come down a rivalry between the two parties in re- spect to physical activity and strength. At the close of the school in the afternoon, and at the parting of the scholars on their different ways toward home, there were almost always a few farewells in the form of a sudden trip-up, a dab of snow, or an icy-ball almost as tenderly soft and agreeable of contact as that mellow thing* a stone. These valedictories were as courte- ously reciprocated from the other side. These slight skirmishes would sometimes grow into a general battle, when the arm was not careful to proportion the force just so as to touch and no more, as in a noon-day game. One battle I recollect, which is worthy of being commemorated in a book, at least a book about boyhood, like this. It is as fresh before my mind's eye as if it were butyester- day. To swell somewhat into the pompous, AS re WAS. 107 glorious Waterloo could not be remembered by its surviving heroes with greater tenacity or distinctness. It had gently but steadily snowed all on December night, and almost all the next day. Owing to the weather, there were no girls excepting Captain dark's two, and no very small boys at school. The scholars had been unusually playful through the day, and had taken liberties which would not have been tole- rated in the fujl school. When we were dismissed at night, the snow had done falling, and the ammunition of just the right moisture, lay in exhaustless abun- dance on the ground, all as level as a floor, for there had been no wind to distribute une- qually the gifts of the impartial clouds. The first boy that sprang from the threshold caught up a quart of the spotless but viscid material, and whitewashed the face of the nexj one at the door, who happened to belong to the rival side. This was a signal for general action. As fast as the troops poured out they rush- ed to the conflict. We had not the coolness deliberately to arrange ourselves in battle order, line against line, but each aimed at each as he could, no matter whom, how, or where, provided that he belonged to the " other end." We did not round the snow into shape, but hurled and dashed it in large masses, as we happened to snatch or scoop it up. As the combatants in gunpowder war are hidden from each other by clouds of their own raising, so abo our warriors clouded themselves from sight. And there were other obstacles to vision besides the discharges in the air ; for one or both the eyes of us all were glued up and sealed in darkness by the damp, sticky matter. The nasal and auditory cavities too were tem- porarily closed. And here and there a mouth opening after a little breath, received the same snowy visitation. At length, from putting snow into each other, we took to putting each other into the snow. Not by the formal and deliberate wrestle, but pell-mell, hurly-burly, as foot, hand, or head could find an advantage. The combat- ants were covered with the clinging element. It was as if their woollen habiliments had turned back to their original white. So com- pletely were we all besmeared by the same material, that we could not tell friend from foe in the blind encounter. No matter for this ; we were now crazed with fun ; and we were ready to carry it to the utmost extent that time and space and snow would admit. Just op- AS IT WAS. 109 posite the school-house door the hill descended very steeply from the read for about ten rods. The stone wall just here was quite low, and completely covered with snow even before this last fall. The two stoutest champions of the fray had been snowing it into each other like storm-spirits from the two opposite poles. At ? length, as if their snow-bolts were exhauste d they seized each other for the tug of muscle with muscle. They had unconsciously worked themselves to the precipitous brink. Another stout fellow caught a glimpse of their position, gave a rush and a push, and both Arctic and Antarctic went tumbling heels hindmost down the steep declivity, until they were stopped by the new fallen snow in which they were com- pletely buried ; and one with his nose down, ward as if he had voluntarily dived into his own grave. This was a signal for a general push-off, and the performer of the sudden ex- ploit was the first to be gathered to his victims below. In five minutes all were in the same predicament but one, Avho not finding himself attacked, wiped the plaster from his eyes, and saw himself the lone hero of the field. He gave a victorious shout, then not likingsolitude for a playmate, he made a dauntless leap after the rest, who were now thickly rising from 110 THE DICTRICT SCHOOL their snowy burial to life, action and fun anew. Now the game is to put each other down, down, to the bottom of the hil!. There is pulling, pushing, pitching, and whirling, every species of manual attack, except the pugilistic thump and knock down. One long lubber has fallen exactly parallel with the bottom, and before he can recover himselftvvo others are rolling him down like a senseless log, until the lumberers themselves are pitched head first over their tim- ber by other hands still behind them. But at length we are all at the bottom of the hill, and indeed at the bottom of our strength. Which end had the day could not be determined. In one sense it belonged to neither, for it was night. We now found ourselves in a plight not par- ticularly comfortable to ourselves nor likely to be very agreeable to the domestic guardians we must now meet. But the battle has been described, and that is enough ; there is no glo- rying in the suffering that succeeds. AS IT WAS. Ill CHAPTER XVII. ARITHMETIC COMMENCEMENT PROGRESS LATE IMPROVEMENT IN THE ART OF TEACH- ING IT. AT the age of twelve I commenced the study of Arithmetic, that chiefest of sciences in Yankee estimation. No man is willing that his son should be without skill in figures. And if he does not teach him his A, B, C, at home, he will the art of counting, at least. Many a father deems it no hardship to instruct his child to enumerate even up to a hundred, when it would seem beyond his capacity or certainly beyond the leisure of his rainy days and winter evenings to sit down with the form- ality of a book and teach him to read. The entering on arithmetic was quite an era in my school-boy life. This was placing me decidedly among the great boys, and within hailing distance of manhood. My feelings were consequently considerably elevated. A new Adams' Arithmetic of the latest edition was bought for my use. It was covered by the maternal hand with stout sheep-skin, in the economical expectation that after I had 11 112 THE DISTRICT SCHOOL done with it, it might help still younger heads to the golden science. A quire of foolscap was* made to take the form of a manuscript of the full length of the sheet, with a pasteboard cover, as more suitable to the dignity of such superior dimensions than flimsy brown paper. I had also a bran new slate, for Ben used father's old one. It was set in a frame wrought by the aforesaid Ben, who prided himself on his knack at tools, considering that he had never served an apprenticeship at their use. There was no lack of timber in the fabrication. Mark Martin said that he could make a better frame with a jack-knife in his left hand, and keep his right in his pocket. My first exercise was transcribing from my Arithmetic to my manuscript. At the top of the first page I penned Arithmetic, in capi- tals an inch high, and so broad that this one word reached entirely across the page. At a due distance below, I wrote the word Addi- tion in large, coarse hand, beginning with a lofty A, which seemed like the drawing of a mountain peak, towering above the level wil- derness below. Then came Rule, in a little smaller hand, so that there was a regular gra- dation from the enormous capitals at the top, down to the fine running no, hobbling hand in which I wrote off the rule. AS IT WAS. 113 + Now slate and pencil and brain came into use. I met with no difficulty at first ; Simple Addition was as easy as counting my fingers. But there was one thing I could not under- stand that carrying of tens. It was abso- lutely necessary, I perceived, in order to get the right answer, yet it was a mystery which that arithmetical oracle, our schoolmaster, did not see fit to explain. It is possible that it was a mystery to him. Then came Subtrac- tion. The borrowing of ten was another unaccountable operation. The reason seem- ed to me then at the very bottom of the well of science ; and there it remained for that winter, for no friendly bucket brought it up to my reach. Every rule was transcribed to my manu- script, and each sum likewise as it stood proposed in the book, and also the whole pro- cess of figures by which the answer was found. Each rule, moreover, was, or rather was to be committed to memory, word for word, which to me was the most tedious and difficult job of the whole. I advanced as far as Reduction this first winter, and a third through my manuscript, perhaps. To the end of the Arithmetic seem- ed almost ns far off in the future as that 114 THE DISTRICT SCHOOL end of boyhood and under-age restraint, twen- ty-one. The next winter I began at Addition again, to advance just through Interest. My third season 1 went over the same ground again, and besides that, cyphered to the very last sum in the Rule of Three. This was deemed quite an achievement for a lad only fourteen years old, according to the ideas prevailing at that period. Indeed I was now fitted to figure on and fill up the blank pages of manhood, to solve the hard question how much money I should be worth in the course of years. In plain language,, whoever cyphered through the above-mentioned rule was supposed to have arithmetic enough for the common purposes of life. If one proceeded a few rules beyond this, he was considered quite smart. But if he went clear through, Miscellaneous Ques- tions and all, he was thought to. have an ex- traordinary taste and genius for figures. Now and then a youth, after having been through Adams, entered upon old Pike, the arithmeti- cal sage who " set the sums" for the preced- ing generation. Such were called great " Arithmeticians." The fourth winter I advanced but it is not important to the purpose of this work that AS IT WAS. 115 I should record the minutiae of my progress in the science of numbers. Suffice it to say, that I was not one of the " great at figures." The female portion of the school, we may sup- pose, generally expected to obtain husbands to perform whatever arithmetical operations they might need, beyond the counting of fingers, so the science found no special favor with them. If pursued at all, it was neglected till the last year or two of their schooling. Most were provident enough to cypher as far as through the four simple rules ; for, although they had no idea of becoming old maids, they might possi- bly however be left widows. Had arithmetic been pursued at the summer school, those who intended to be summer teachers would probably have thought more of the science, and have proceeded further, even perhaps to the Rule of Three. But a school-mistress would as soon have expected to teach the Ara- bic language, as the numerical science. So ignorance of it was no dishonor to even the first and best of the sex. But what a change the last few years have produced in respect to this subject ! Honor and gratitude be to Pestalozzi ; thanks be to our countrymen, Colburn, Emerson, and oth- ers, for making what was the hardest and dri- 11* 110 THE DISTRICT SCHOOL est of studies, one of the easiest and most inter, esting. They have at length tacklod the intel- lectual team aright ; have put the carriage be- hind the carrier; pshaw! this over-refinement spoils the illustration the cart behind the horse, where it ought always to have been. Formerly, memory, the mind's baggage-wagon, to change the word but continue the figure, was loaded with rules, rules, \v this way he acquired a tact in addressing the young and the less intelligent among tho grow up, which is now not only a gratification, but of great use. He became, moreover, interested* in the great subject of education more than he otherwise would the education of the great mass of the people, so that now he is one of the most ardent and efficient agents in the patriotic- and benevolent work, This gentleman was exceedingly liked as & teacher, and was very popular as a visitor in the families of the district. " He seems so like one of us. He hasn't an atom of pride." Such were the frequent remarks. And this was what they did not expect of a collegian-, city born, and the son of one of the richest men 1 in the state. He has often remarked since, that these two months spent in a district school and country neighborhood, were of as much value to him as any two months of his life ; indeed, of more value than any single year of his life. His books enriched and disciplined his mind, perhaps ; but this mingling with the middle rank, of which tho great majority is composed, as rr WAS. 133 iore thoroughly Americanised his mind. By his residence among the country people, he learned to do what should be done by every citizen of the United States, however distorfT guished by birth, wealth, talents or education he learned to identify himself with the great body of the nation, to consider himself as one of the people* CHAPTER XX. A COLLEGE MASTER AGAIN HI6 CHARACTER IN SCHOOL AND OUT OUR FIRST ATTEMPTS AT COMPOSITION BRIEF SKETCH OF ANOTHEK TEACHER. My twelfth winter has arrived. It was thought best to try a teacher from college again, as the committee had been assured that there were teachers to be found there of the first order, and well worth the high price they demanded for their services. A Mr. El- lis was engaged at twenty dollars per month, from the same institution mentioned before. Particular pains were taken to ascertain the college character and school -kee, i g experi- ence of the gentleman befora his engagemen. 134 THE DISTRICT SCHOOL and they were such as to warrant the highest expectations. The instructor was .to board round in the several families of the district, who gave the board in order to lengthen the school to the usual term. It happened that he was to be at our house the first week. On Saturday Mr. Ellis arrived. It was a great event to us child, ren for the master to stop at our house, and one from college too. We were smitten with bashfulness, and stiffened into an awkward- ness unusual with us, even among strangers. But this did not last long. Our guest put us all at ease very soon. He seemed just like one of us, or like some unpuffed-up uncle from gen- teeler life, who had dropped in upon us for a night, with cordial heart, chatty tongue, and merry laugh. He seemed perfectly acquainted with our prevailing thoughts and feelings, and let his conversation slide into the current they flowed in, as easily as if he had never been nearer college than we ourselves. With my father he talked about the price of produce, the various processes and improvements in agricul- ture, and the politics of the day, and such other topics as would be likely to interest a farmer so far in the country. And those topics, in- deed, were not a few. Some students would AS IT WAS. 135 have set in dignified or rather dumpish silence, and have gone to bed by mid-evening, simply because those who sat with them could not discourse on those deep things of science, and lofty raatters of literature, which were parti- cularly interesting to themselves. With my mother Mr. Ellis talked at first about her chil- dren. He patted a little brother on his cheek, took a sister on his knee, and inquired the ba- by's name. Then he drew forth a housewifely strain concerning various matters in counfry domestic life. Of me he inquired respecting my studies at school years past ; and even condescended to speak of his own boyhood and youth, and of the sports as wejl as the duties of school. The fact is, th:it Mr. Ellis had al- ways lived in the country till three years past, and his mind was full of rural remembrances, and he knew just how to take us to be agreea- ble himself and to elicit entertainment in return. Mr. Ellis showed himself at home in school as well as at the domestic fireside. He was perfectly familiar with his duties, as custom had prescribed them ; but he did not abide altogether by the old usages. He spent much time in explaining those rules in arithmetic and grammar, and those passages in the spell - 13 136 THE DISTRICT SCHOOL ing-book with which we had hitherto lumbered our memories. This teacher introduced a new exercise into our school, that we had never thought of be- fore as being possible to ourselves. It was composition. We hardly knew what to make of it. To write to put sentence after sen- tence like a newspaper, a book, or a sermon O, we could not do this ; we could not think of such a thing ; indeed, it was an impossi- bility. But wo must try, at any rate. The subject given out for this novel use of thought and pen, was friendship. Friendship what had we to say on this subject ! We could feel on it, perhaps, especially those of us who had read a novel or two, and had dreamed of eter- nal friendship. But we had not a single idea. Friendship? O, it Is a delightful thing ! This, or something similar, was about all we poor creatures could think of. What a spectacle of wretchedness did we present! A stranger would have supposed us all smitten with the tooth-aclie, by the agony expressed in the face. One poor girl put her head down into a cor- ner and cried till the master excused her. And finally, finding that neither smiles nor frowns would put ideas into our heads, he let us go for that week. \ JIS IT WAS. 137 In about a fortnight, to our horror, the exer- cise was proposed again. But it was only to write a letter. Any one could do as much as this, the master said, fop almost every one had occasion to do it in the course of life. Indeed, we thought, on the whole, that we could write a letter, so at it we went with considerable alacrity. But our attempts at the epistolatory were nothing like those spirited, and even witty, products of thought, which used ever to be flying from seat to seat in the shape of billets. The sprightly fancy and the gushing heart seemed to have been chilled and deadened by the inflection that a letter v wmsZ be written, and the master must see it. These epistolatory com- positions generally began, continued, and closed all in the same way, as if all had got the same recipe from their grandmothers for letter writing. They mostly commence'd in this man- ner "Dear friend, I take my pen in hand to inform you that I am well, and hope you are enjoying the same blessing." Then there would be added, perhaps, " we have a very good schoolmaster ; have you a good one ? How long has your school got to keep ? We have had a terrible stormy time on't ?" &c. Mark Martin addressed the master in his epis- tie. What its contents were I could not find 138 THE DISTRICT SCHOOL out, but I saw Mr. Ellis read it. At first he looked grave, as at the assurance of the youth, then a little severe, as if his dignity was out- raged, but in a moment he smiled, and finally he almost burst out with laughter at some closing witticism. Mark's was the only composition that had any nature and soul in it. He wrote what he thought, instead of thinking what to write, like the rest of us, who, in effort, thought just no- thing at all, for we wrote words which we had seen written a hundred times before. Mr. Ellis succeeded in delivering us from our stale and flat formalities before he had done. He gave us no more such abstract and lack- idea subjects as friendship. He learned better how to accommodate the theme to the youthful mind. We were set to describe what we had seen with our eyes, heard with our ears, and what had particularly interested our feelings at one time and another. One boy described the process of cider-making. An- other gave an account of a squirrel hunt ; another of a great husking each of which had been witnessed the autumn before. The girls described certain domestic operations. One, I remember, gave quite an amusing ac- count of the coming, and going, and final AS IT WAS. 139 tarrying of her mother's soap. Another pen- ned a sprightly dialogue, supposed to have taken place between two sisters on the ques- tion, which should go a visiting with mother, and which should stay at home and " take care of the things." The second winter, (for he taught two,) Mr. Ellis occasionally proposed more abstract sub- jects, and such as required more thinking and reasoning, but still such as were likely to be interesting, and on which he knew his scholars to possess at least a few ideas. I need not say how popular Mr. Ellis was in the district. He was decidedly the best school-master 1 ever went to, and he was the last. I have given him a place here, not because .he is to be classed with his predecessors who taught -the district school as it was, but because he closed the series of my own instructers there, and was the last, moreover, who occu- pied the old school-house. He commenced & new era in our district. Before closing I must give one necessary hint. Let it not bo inferred from this narra- tive of my own particular experience, that the best teachers of district schools are to be found in college only. The very next winter the 13* 140 THE DISTRICT SCHOOL school was blessed with an instructer even superior to Mr. Ellis, although he was not a collegian. Mr. Henry, however, had well dis- ciplined and informed his mind, and was, moreover, an experienced teacher. I was not one of his pupils, but I was in the neighbor, hood, and knew of his methods, his faithful- ness, and success. His tall, spare, stooping and dyspeptic form is now distinctly before my mind's eye. I see him wearied with incessant exertion, taking his way homeward at the close of the afternoon school. His pockets are filled with compositions, to be looked over in private. There are school papers in his hat too. A large bundle of writing books is under his arm. Through the long evening, and in the little leisure of the morning, I see him still hard at work for the good of his pupils. Perhaps he is surrounded by a circle of the larger schol- ars, whom he has invited to spend the evening with him, to receive a more thorough explana- tion of some branch or item of study, than there was time for in school. But stop Mr. Henry did not keep the district school as it was why, then, am I describing him ? AS IT WAS. 141 CHAPTER XXI. THE EXAMINATION AT THE CLOSING OF THE SCHOOL. THE district school as it was, generally closed in the winter with what was called an "examination." This was usually attended by the minister of the town, the committee who engaged the teacher, and such of the parents as chose to come in. Very few, however, were sufficiently interested in the improve- ment of their children, to spend three uncom- fortable hours in the hot and crowded school- room, listening to the same dull round of words, year after year. If the school had been under the care of a good instructor, all was well of course, if a poor one, it was too late to help it. Or, perhaps, they thought they could not afford the time on a fair after- noon, and if the weather was stormy, it was rather more agreeable to stay at home ; be- sides, "nobody else will be there, and why should I.go ?" Whether such were the reflec- tions of parents or not, scarcely more than half of them, at most, ever attended the exam, ination. I do not recollect that the summer school was examined at all. I know not the 142 THE DISTRICT SCHOOL reason of this omission, unless it was that such had been the custom from time immemorial. We shall suppose it to be the last day of the winter school. The scholars have on their better clothes, if their parents are somewhat par- ticular, or if the every. day dress " looks quite too bad." The young ladies, especially, wear the next best gown, and a more cleanly and tastefully worked neckerchief. Their hair dis- plays more abundant curls and a more elabo- rate adjustment. It is noon. The school room is undergo- ing the operation of being swept as clean as a worn-out broom in the hands of one girl, and hemlock twigs in the hands of others, will permit. Whew what a dust ! Alas, for Ma- ry's cape, so snow-white and smooth in the morning. Hannah's curls, which lay so close to each other, and so pat and still on her temples, have got loose by the exercise, and havo stretched themselves into the figure of half, straightened corkscrews, nearly unfit for ser- vice. The spirit of the house- wife dispossesses the bland and smiling spirit of the school-girl. The masculine candidates for matrimony can now give a shrewd guess who are endued with an innate propensity to scold ; who will be Xantippes to their husbands, should they ever AS IT WAS. . 143 get their Cupid's nests made up again so as to catch them. "Be still, Sam, bringing in snow," screams Mary. " Get away boys, off out doors, or I'll sweep you into the fire," snaps out Hannah, as she brushes the urchins' legs with her hemlock. " There, take that," screaches Margaret, as she gives a provoking lubber a knock with the broom handle ; "there, take that, and keep your wet, dirty feet down off the seats." The sweeping and scolding are at length done. The girls are now brush- ing their clothes, by flapping handkerchiefs over themselves and each other. The dust is subsiding; one can almost breathe again. The master has come, all so prim, with his best coat and a clean cravat, and may be, a collar is stiff and high above it. His hair is combed in its genteelest curvatures. He has returned earlier than usual, and the boys are cut short in their play the glorious fun of tne last noon- time. But they must all come in. But what shall the visiters sit on ? " Go up to Captain Clark's and borrow some chairs," says the master. A half a dozen boys are off in a mo- ment, and next, more than half a dozen chairs are sailing, swinging, and clattering through the air, and set in a row round the spelling-floor. 144 THE DISTRICT SCHOOL The school are at length all seated at their books, in palpitating expectation. The master makes a speech on the importance of speaking up " loud and distinct," and of refraining from whispering, and all other things well known to be forbidden. The writing books and cypher- ing manuscripts are gathered and piled on the desk, or the bench near it. " Where is your manuscript, Margaret ?" " I carried it home last night." " Carried it home ! what's that for ?" "Cause I was ashamed on't I haven't got half so far in 'rethmetic as the rest of the girls who cypher, I've had to stay at home so much." A heavy step is heard in the entry. All i" hushed within. They do nothing but breatfc '. The door opens it is nobody but one of t\i largest boys who went home at noon. There are sleigh-bells approaching hark, do they stop ? yes, up in Captain Clark's shed. Now there is. another tread, then a distinct and con- fident rap. The master opens the door, and the minister salules him, and advancing, re- ceives the simultaneous bows and courtesies of the awed ranks in front. He is seated in the most conspicuous and honorable place, per- Jhaps in the magisterial desk. Then some of the neighbors scatter in and receive the same AS IT WAS. 145 homage, though it is proffered with a more careless action and aspect. Now commences the examination. First, the younger classes read and spell. Observe that little fellow, as he steps from his seat to take his place on the floor. It is his day of public triumph, for he is at the head ; he has been there the most times, and a ninepence swings by a flaxen string from his neck. His skin wants letting out, it will hardly hold the important young gentleman. His mother told him this morning, when he left home, " to speak up like a minister," and his shrill oratory is almost at the very pinnacle of utterance. The third class have read. They are now spelling. They are famous orthographers ; the mightiest words of the spelling columns do not intimidate them. Then come the numbers, the abreviations, and the punctuation. Some of the little throats are almost choked by the hurried ejection of big words and stringy sen- fences. The master has gone through with the sev- eral accomplishments of the class. They are about to take their seats. " Please to let them stand a few moments longer, I should like to put out a few words to them, myself," says the minister. Now look out. They expect words 146 THE DISTRICT SCHOOL as long as their finger, from the widest columns of the spelling-book, or perhaps such as are found only in the dictionary. " Spell wrist," says he to the little sweller at the head. " O, what an easy word !" r-i-s-t wrist. It is not right. The next, the next they all try, or rather do not attempt the word, for if r-i-s-t does not spell wrist, they cannot conceive what does. " Spell gown, Anna.'' G-o-u-n-d. " O no, it is gown, not gound. The next try.'' None of them can spell this. He then puts out penknife, which is spelt with the k, and then andiron, which his honor at the head rat- tles off in this way, "h-a-n-d hand i-u-r-n urn hand-iurn." The poor little things are confused as well as discomfited. They hardly know what it means. The teacher is disconcerted and mor- tified. It dawns on him, that while he has been following the order of the book, and priding himself that so young scholars can spell such monstrous great words words which, perhaps, they will never use, they cannot spell the names of the most familiar objects. The minister has taught him a lesson. The writing books are now examined. The mighty pile is lifted from the desk and scattered along through the hands of the vis- AS IT WAS. 147 itcrs. Some are commended for the neatness with which they have kept their manuscripts ; some for improvement in writing ; of some, probably of the majority, is said nothing at all. "Whew!" softly breathed the minister, as he opened a writing book, some of whose pages were a complete ink-souse. He looked on the outside, and Simon Patch was the name that iay sprawling in the dirt which adhered to the newspaper cover. Simon spied his book in the reverend gentleman's hands, and noticed his queer stare at it. The minister looked up ; Simon shrunk and looked down, for he felt that his eye was about to seek him. He gazed intensely in the book before him without seeing a word, at the same time earn- estly sucking the pointed lapel of his Sunday coat. But Simon escaped without any audible rebuke. Now comes the arithmetical examination ; that is, the proficients in this branch are re- quired to say the rules. Alas me, I had no reputation at all in this science. I could not repeat more than half the rules I had been over, nor more than the half of that half in the words of the book, as others could. What hame and confusion of face were mine on the last day, when we came to be questioned in 13 14S THE DISTRICT SCHOOL Arithmetic. But when Mr. Ellis had his ex- amination, I looked up a little, and felt that I was not so utterly incompetent as my pre- vious teachers, together with myself, had sup- posed. Then came the display in Grammar, our knowledge of which is especially manifested in parsing. A piece is selected which we have parsed in the course of the school, and on which we are again drilled so as to become as familiar with the parts of speech, and tlte governments and agreements of which, as we are with the buttons and button-holes of our jackets. We appear of course amazingly ex- pert. VVe exhibited our talent at reading likewise, in passages selected for the occasion, and con- ned over, and read over, until the dullest might crill all the words right, and the most careless rnind all the " stop* and marks." But tiiis examination was a stupid piece of business to me, as is evident enough from this stupid account of it. The expectation and preparation were somewhat exhilarating, as I trust has been perceived ; but as soon as the anticipated scene had commenced, it grew dull, and still more dull, just like this chap- ter. AS IT WAS. 149 But let us finish this examination now we are about it. Suppose it finished then. The minis- ter remarks to the teacher, " your school ap- pears very well, in general, sir ;" then he makes a speech, then a prayer, and his business is done. So is that of school-master and school. " You are dismissed," is uttered for the last time this season. It is almost dark, and but liule time left fora last trip-up, snow-ball, or slido down hill. The little boys and girls, with their books and dinner baskets, ride home with their parents, if they happen to be there. The larger ones have some last words and laughs together, and then they leave the Old School- house till December comes round again. CHAPTER XXII. THE OLD SCHOOL-HOUSE AGAI* ITS APPEAR- ANCE THE LAST WINTER WHY SO LONG OCCUPIED A NEW ONE AT LAST. MY first chapter was about the Old School- house so shall be my last. The declining condition in which we first found it, has waxed into exceeding infirmity by the changes of thirteen years. After the summer school 150 THE DISTRICT SCHOOL succeeding my thirteenth winter of district education, it was sold and carried piece-meal away, ceasing forever from the form and name of school-house. I would have my readers see how the long- used and hard-used fabric appeared, and how near to dissolution it came before the district could agree to accommodate their children with a new one. We will now suppose it my last winter at our school. Here we are inside, let us look around a little. The long writing benches arrest our atten- tion as forcibly as any thing in sight. They were originally of substantial plank, an inch and a half thick. And it is well that they were thus massive. No board of ordinary measure would have stood the hackings and hcwings, the scrapings and borings which have been inflicted on those sturdy plank. In the first place, the edge next the scholar is notched from end to end, presenting an appear- ance something like a broken-toothed mill, saw. Upon the upper surface there has been carved or pictured with ink, the likeness of all things in the heavens and on earth, ever beheld by a country school-boy ; and sundry guesses at things he never did see. Fifty AS IT WAS. 151 years has this poor timber been subjected to the knives of idlers, and almost the fourth of fifty I have hacked on it myself; and by this last winter their width has become diminished near- ly one-half. There are, moreover, innumera- ble writings on the benches and ceilings. On the boy's side were scribbled the names of the Hannahs, the Marys, and the Harriets, toward whom young hearts were beginning to soften in the first gentle meltings of love. One would suppose that a certain Harriet A. was the most distinguished belle the district has ever pro- duced, from the frequency of her name on bench and wall. The cracked and patched and puttied win- dows are now still more diversified by here and there a square of board instead of glass. The master's desk is in pretty good order. The first one was knocked over in a noon-time scuffle, and so completely shattered as to ren- der a new one necessary. This has stood about ten years. As to the floor, had it been some winters we could not have seen it without considerable scraping away of dust and various kinds of lit- ter ; for a broom was not always provided, and boys would not wallow in the snow after hem- lock, and sweeping could not so well be done 15 152 THE DISTRICT SCHOOL with a stick. This winter, however, Mr. Ellis takes care that the floor shall be visible the greater part of the time. It is rough with sundry patches of board nailed over chinks and knot-holes made by the wear and tear of years. Now we will look at the fire-place. One end of the hearth has sunk an inch and a half below the floor. There are crevices between some of the tiles, into which coals of fire some- times drop and smoke up and make the boys spring for snow. The andirons have each lost a fore-foot, and the office of the important member is supplied by bricks which had been dislodged from the chimney-top. The fire- shovel has acquired by accident or age a ven- erable stoop. The tongs can no longer be called a pair, for the lack of one of the fellow- limbs. The bar of iron running from jamb to jamb in front, how it is bent and sinking in the middle, by the pressure of the sagging fab- ric above ! Indeed the whole chimney is quite ruinous. The bricks are loose here and there in the vicinity of the fire-place ; and the chim- ney-top has lost so much of its cement that every high wind dashes off a brick, roll- ing and sliding on the roof, and then tum- bling to the ground, to the danger of cracking AS IT WAS. 153 whatever heedless skull may happen in the way. The window-shutters, after having shattered the glass by the slams of many years, have broken their own backs at length. Some have fallen to the ground, and are going the way of all things perishable. Others hang by a sin- gle hinge, which is likely to give way at the next high gale, and consign the dangling shut- ter to the company of its fellows below. The clap-boards are here and there loose, and dropping one by one from their fastenings. One of these thin and narrow appendages, sticking by a nail at one end, and loose and slivered at the other, sends forth the most ear- rending music to the skilful touches of the North-west. In allusion to the soft-toned instru- ment of J3olus, it may be termed the Borean harp. Indeed, so many are the avenues by which the wind passes in and out, and so vari- ous are the notes, according as the rushing air vibrates a splinter, makes the windows clatter, whistles through a knot-hole, and rumbles like big base down the chimney, that the edifice may be imagined uproarious winter's Panhar- monicon,* played upon in turn by all the winds. * The Panharmonicon is a large instrument in which the peculiar tones of several smaller instruments are combined. 154 THE DISTRICT SCHOOL Such is the condition of the Old School- house, supposing it to be just before we leave it forever, at the- close of my thirteenth and last winter at our district school. It has been re- sorted to summer after summer, and winter af- ter winter, although the observation of parents and the sensations of children have long given evidence that it ought to be abandoned. At every meeting on school affairs that has been held for several years, the question of a new school-house has been discussed. All agree on the urgent need of one, and all are willing to contribute their portion of the where- with ; but when they attempt to decide on its location, then their harmonious action is at an end. All know that this high bjteak hill, the coldest spot within a mile, is not the place ; it would be stupid folly to put it here. At the foot of the hill on either side is as snug and pleasant a spot as need be. But the East- enders will not permit its location on the op- posite side, and the West-enders are as obsti- nate on their part. Each division declares that it will secede and form a separate district should it be carried further off, although in this case they must put up with much cheaper teachers, or much less schooling, or submit to twice the taxes. AS IT WAS. 155 Thus they have tossed the ball of discussion, and sometimes hurled that of contention back and forth, year after year, to just about as much profit, as their children haVe flung snow- balls in play, or chips and cakes of ice when provoked. At length Time, the final decider of all things material, wearied with their jars, is likely to end them by tumbling the old ruin about their ears. Months have passed ; it is near winter again. There is great rejoicing among the children, satisfaction among the parents, harmony be- tween the two ends.' A new school-house has been erected at last indeed it has. A door of reconciliation and mutual adjustment was opened in the following manner. That powerful-to-do, but tardy personage, the Public, began to be weary of ascending and descending Captain Clark's hill. He be- gan to calculate the value of time and horse- flesh. One day it occurred to him that it would be as " cheap and indeed much cheaper," to go round this hill at the bottom than to go round it over the top ; for it is just as far frorti side to side of a ball in one direction as in another, and this was a case somewhat similar. He perceived that there would be no more lost 156 THE DISTRICT SCHOOL, ETC. in the long run by the expense of carrying the road an eighth of a mile to the South and all on level ground, than there would be by still wasting the breath of horse and the pa- tience of man in panting up and tottering down this monstrous hill. It seemed as if he had been blind for years, not to have conceived of the improvement before. No t;me was to be lost now. He lifted up his many-tongued voice, and put forth his many-handed strength, and in the process of a few months a road was constructed, curving round the south side of the aforesaid hill, which after all, proved to be but a few rods longer from point to point, than the other. The district were no longer at variance about the long-needed edifice. The afore- mentioned improvement had scarcely been de- cided on, before every one perceived how the matter might be settled. A school-meeting was soon called, and it was unanimously agreed to erect a new school-bouse on the new road, almost exactly opposite the old spot, and as equidistant from the two Ends, it was believed, as the equator is from the poles. Here Mr. Henry taught the District School somewhat as it should be ; and it has never since been kept as it was. University of California SOUTHERN REGIONAL LIBRARY FACILITY 305 De Neve Drive - Parking Lot 17 Box 951388 LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA 90095-1388 Return this material to the library from which it was borrowi APR 1 2 2004 1 TV