The Life of Clara Barton, Founder of the American Red Cross (Vol. 1 of 2)Barton, William E. (William Eleazar)
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The Life of Clara Barton, Founder of the American Red Cross (Vol. 1 of 2)
Barton, William E. (William Eleazar)
American National Red Cross -- Biography; Barton, Clara, 1821-1912; Nurses -- United States -- Biography
On entering, I found my little school of forty pupils all seated
according to their own selection, quietly waiting with folded hands.
Bright, rosy-cheeked boys and girls from four to thirteen, with the
exception of four lads, as tall and nearly as old as myself. These
four boys naturally looked a little curiously at me, as if forming
an opinion of how best to dispose of me, as rumor had it that on the
preceding summer, not being _en rapport_ with the young lady
teacher, they had excluded her from the building and taken possession
themselves. All arose as I entered, and remained standing until
requested to sit. Never having observed how schools were opened, I was
compelled, as one would say, to “blaze my own way.” I was too timid
to address them, but holding my Bible, I said they might take their
Testaments and turn to the Sermon on the Mount. All who could read,
read a verse each, I reading with them in turn. This opened the way
for remarks upon the meaning of what they had read. I found them more
ready to express themselves than I had expected, which was helpful
to me as well. I asked them what they supposed the Saviour meant by
saying that they must love their enemies and do good to them that
hated and misused them? This was a hard question, and they hesitated,
until at length a little bright-eyed girl with great earnestness
replied: “I think He meant that you must be good to everybody, and
mustn’t quarrel or make nobody feel bad, and I’m going to try.” An
ominous smile crept over the rather hard faces of my four lads,
but my response was so prompt, and my approval so hearty, that it
disappeared and they listened attentively, but ventured no remarks.
With this moderate beginning the day progressed, and night found us
social, friendly, and classed for a school. Country schools did not
admit of home dinners. I also remained. On the second or third day an
accident on their outside field of rough play called me to them. They
had been playing unfairly and dangerously and needed teaching, even
to play well. I must have thought they required object lessons, for
almost imperceptibly, either to them or to myself, I joined in the
game and was playing with them.
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