The Middle Five: Indian Boys at SchoolLa Flesche, Francis
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The Middle Five: Indian Boys at School
La Flesche, Francis
Indians of North America -- Juvenile literature
"I forgot all about being afraid, and I went right by that big grave
too,--the one they say a ghost comes out of and chases people. I ran,
though, all the way to my house. The dog was lying near the door; he
was so glad to see me he almost knocked me down."
It was nearly morning, and we went right off to sleep. Suddenly we were
aroused by a furious barking. Brush, Edwin, and I sprang out of bed,
and rushed for the dog that with legs spread was defending the top of
the stairs.
"Boys, what have you up there?" called Gray-beard from the foot.
"Edwin went after his dog last night," answered Brush. "He wants to
keep it here."
"He does, eh! Will it bite?"
"No, it won't bite; you can come up."
Chapter IV
Little Bob
The afternoon session was over; Gray-beard tapped his bell; we put away
our books, folded our arms, and when there was silence the teacher
spoke: "Frank will remain here until he finishes correctly the sum he
is working on. He has neglected his arithmetic lesson during school
hours, so he will have to do the work after school."
Such punishment had not happened to me before. It had frequently come
to other scholars, and I had felt sorry for them; but now the disgrace
had fallen on me, and I felt it keenly.
Gray-beard led the song about "The Little Brown Church in the Wild
Wood," and the whole school sang; but just then I did not care for
brown churches or churches of any other color, so my voice did not
mingle with that of the other pupils. Then they sang "Lord dismiss
us," but as I was not dismissed I did not join in the singing of that
familiar hymn.
Brush, Edwin, and the rest of my companions lingered awhile in the
school-room to keep me company; but as they had work to do they could
not stay long, so I was left alone to struggle with a lot of ugly
fractions. My thoughts ran in every direction, off to my home, to the
boys at play, and anywhere but on my task. I made a desperate effort to
bring myself around to the problem that held me a prisoner by keeping
a steady gaze into the deep blue sky through the open window, and then
slowly the solution of that detestable sum came to my mind, and I
had it. I put it on my slate, compared it with the answer left me by
Gray-beard, found it correct, and my work was done.
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