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Title: Glengarry Schooldays

Author: Ralph Connor

Release Date: May 30, 2006 [EBook #3243]

Language: English

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GLENGARRY SCHOOLDAYS

A STORY OF THE EARLY DAYS IN GLENGARRY

By Ralph Connor

CONTENTS

I. THE SPELLING-MATCH

II. THE DEEPOLE

III. THE EXAMINATION

IV. THE NEW MASTER

V. THE CRISIS

VI. "ONE THAT RULETH WELL HIS OWN HOUSE"

VII. FOXY

VIII. FOXY'S PARTNER

IX. HUGHIE'S EMANCIPATION

X. THE BEAR HUNT

XI. JOHN CRAVEN'S METHOD

XII. THE DOWNFALL

XIII. THE FIRST ROUND

XIV. THE FINAL ROUND

XV. THE RESULT

GLENGARRY SCHOOL DAYS

CHAPTER I

THE SPELLING-MATCH

The "Twentieth" school was built of logs hewn on two sides. The cracks
were chinked and filled with plaster, which had a curious habit of
falling out during the summer months, no one knew how; but somehow the
holes always appeared on the boys' side, and being there, were found to
be most useful, for as looking out of the window was forbidden, through
these holes the boys could catch glimpses of the outer world--glimpses
worth catching, too, for all around stood the great forest, the
playground of boys and girls during noon-hour and recesses; an enchanted
land, peopled, not by fairies, elves, and other shadowy beings of
fancy, but with living things, squirrels, and chipmunks, and weasels,
chattering ground-hogs, thumping rabbits, and stealthy foxes, not
to speak of a host of flying things, from the little gray-bird that
twittered its happy nonsense all day, to the big-eyed owl that hooted
solemnly when the moon came out. A wonderful place this forest, for
children to live in, to know, and to love, and in after days to long
for.

It was Friday afternoon, and the long, hot July day was drawing to a
weary close. Mischief was in the air, and the master, Archibald Munro,
or "Archie Murro," as the boys called him, was holding himself in with
a very firm hand, the lines about his mouth showing that he was fighting