The Hoosier Schoolmaster: A Story of Backwoods Life in IndianaEggleston, Edward
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The Hoosier Schoolmaster: A Story of Backwoods Life in Indiana
Eggleston, Edward
Country homes -- Fiction; Indiana -- Fiction; Teachers -- Fiction
I do not know how much interest the "gentle reader" may feel in Bud. But
I venture to hope that there are some Buddhists among my readers who
will wish the contradictoriness of his actions explained. The first dash
of disappointment had well-nigh upset him. And when a man concludes to
throw overboard his good resolutions, he always seeks to avoid the
witness of those resolutions. Hence Bud, after that distressful Tuesday
evening on which Miss Martha had given him "the sack," wished to see
Ralph less than any one else. And yet when he came to suspect Small's
villainy, his whole nature revolted at it. But having broken with Ralph,
he thought it best to maintain an attitude of apparent hostility, that
he might act as a detective, and, perhaps, save his friend from the
mischief that threatened him. As soon as he heard of Ralph's arrest he
determined to make Walter Johnson tell his own secret in court, because
he knew that it would be best for Ralph that Walter should tell it.
Bud's telling at second-hand would not be conclusive. And he sincerely
desired to save Walter from prison. For Walter Johnson was the victim of
Dr. Small, or of Dr. Small and such novels as "The Pirate's Bride,"
"Claude Duval," "The Wild Rover of the West Indies," and the cheap
biographies of such men as Murrell. Small found him with his imagination
inflamed by the history of such heroes, and opened to him the path to
glory for which he longed.
The whole morning after Ralph's arrest Bud was working on Walter's
conscience and his fears. The poor fellow, unable to act for himself,
was torn asunder between the old ascendency of Small and the new
ascendency of Bud Means. Bud finally frightened him, by the fear of the
penitentiary, into going to the place of trial. But once inside the
door, and once in sight of Small, who was more to him than God, or,
rather, more to him than the devil--for the devil was Walter's God, or,
perhaps, I should say, Walter's God was a devil--once in sight of Small,
he refused to move an inch farther. And Bud, after all his perseverance,
was about to give up in sheer despair.
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