As I approached the schoolhouse I saw that something was the matter, for
the scholars were greatly excited, and with voices raised to the highest
pitch, were discussing something of importance. Thinking that my
presence would perhaps restrain them from such noisy demonstration$, I
hastened forward, but the babel rather increased than diminished, and it
was with difficulty that I could learn the cause of the commotion.
George Randall was crying, while a little apart from him stood two boys,
one of them apparently fourteen and the other twelve. They were
strangers to me and instinctively I felt that they were in some way
connected with the disturbance; and that the larger and more important
looking was _John Thompson_, a surmise which proved to be correct.
It seemed that Isaac Ross, one of the new comers, had some weeks before
selected for himself a corner seat, which, as he was not present in the
morning, had been taken by George Randall, who knew nothing of Isaac’s
intentions, and who now refused to give it up. A fight was the result,
the most of the scholars taking sides with George, while Isaac was urged
on and encouraged by John Thompson, who, though not a pupil, had come up
“to see how he liked the schoolma’am.” As a matter of course an appeal
was made to me, to know “if George hadn’t the best right to the seat,”
Perhaps I was wrong, but I decided that he had, at the same time asking
Isaac “if he were coming to school.”
“I ain’t goin’ to do anything else,” said he, glancing towards John,
who, with a wicked leer at me, knocked off one of the little boys’ hats
and then threw it up in the air.
What would have ensued next I do not know, for at that moment Captain
Thompson rode round the corner and called to his son, who, with mock
deference, bowed politely to me and walked away. Disagreeable as Isaac
Ross appeared in the presence of John Thompson, I found that when left
to himself he was quite a different boy, and though he at first
manifested some reluctance to taking another seat, he at last yielded
the point, and for the remainder of the day conducted himself with
perfect propriety.
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