The Story of a Country TownHowe, E. W. (Edgar Watson)
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The Story of a Country Town
Howe, E. W. (Edgar Watson)
Frontier and pioneer life -- Kansas -- Fiction
I lived on the sea, never being away from it a day until I was fourteen
years old, and, occupying a little room connected with my father’s
cabin, was compelled to study a certain number of hours each day, and
recite to him at night. If I did not learn as much during the day as he
thought I ought to learn, he sent for a sailor, and ordered me whipped,
but the sailors were my friends, and, begging me to apply myself more in
the future, beat the masts instead of my legs. But usually I learned my
lessons to amuse myself, for he would not allow me to talk with the
sailors, and did not talk to me himself, so that I was very lonely, and
studied my books from necessity. Although I never attended school, in
this way I became something of a scholar, for I did little else than
study under my father’s hard tutelage for eight years--from the day I
was five years old until I was thirteen, when he began to grow tired of
teaching me. Being an educated man himself, he taught me everything it
was necessary for one in my position to know, and selected my studies
with so much good judgment, and instructed me with so much vigor and
clearness, that I could not have learned more during a like number of
years at school.
After I was nine years old he gave me permission to mingle with the
sailors to learn their languages, for nearly every country under
sunlight was represented in the forecastle mess, and after that I spent
all my idle time among them, telling them the story of the stars in
return for their strange words, or explaining the mysteries of the winds
and currents. I have said that before this he did not allow me to talk
to the men, but perhaps I had better write that it was generally
understood that I should not mingle with them freely, so that we were
all conspirators in getting together. The most pleasant recollection of
my youth is of taking an occasional dinner with the sailors, or of
spending an hour with them when they were off watch, when there was
always a lookout to give notice should the captain approach. Although we
were always changing crews, they were all my friends, and the companions
of my boyhood were gray and grizzled men, who adapted themselves to my
condition, and did whatever pleased me most.
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