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Title: The Hoosier school-master : a novel
Year: 1871 (1870s)
Authors: Eggleston, Edward, 1837-1902
Subjects: Country life -- Indiana Teachers -- Indiana
Publisher: New York : Orange Judd
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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tter. You come nearder to bein kyind thananyliodv I know; but, laws a me! were all selfish akordin to my tell. You wa-nt selfish when you set up with my father mostrv night for two weeks, said Shocky, as he handed the oldman a splint. res, 1 was, loo! This in a tone that made Ralph tremble.Our father was a miserable Britisher. Id fit red-coats, in theAvar of eightecn-twelve, and lost my leg by one of em stickin hisdog-ond bagomt right through it, that night at Lundys Lane ;l.ut my mes-mate killed him though, which is a satisfaction tothink on. And I didnt like your father, cause he was a Brit-isher. P>ut ef hed a died right here in this free country, thoutnobody to give him a drink of water, blamed ef I wouldnt a beenon the platform at a Fourth of-July barbecue, andto hold up my wooden leg for to make the boys cheer! That was-I thing I ever done. AVere all selfish akordin totell. •nt >ellish when you took me that night, you know,a lace learned with gratitude. H sT K y H W o HP
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MISS MARTHA HAWKINS. 99 Yes, I war too, you little sass-box ! What did I take you fer ?Hey ? Bekase I didnt like Pete Jones nor Bill Jones. Theyrethieves, dog on em! Ralph shivered a little. The horse with the white forefootand white nose galloped before his eyes again. Theyre a set of thieves. Thats what they ah-. Please, Mr. Pearson, be careful. Youll get into trouble, youknow, by talking that way, said Miss Hawkins. Youre justlike a man that I knew at the East. Why, do you think an old soldier like me, hobbling on awooden leg, is afraid of them thieves ? Didnt I face the British-ers ? Didnt I come home late last Wednesday night ? I ratherguess I must a took a little too much at Welchs grocery, and laiddown in the middle of the street to rest. The boys thoughttwas funny to crate me. I woke up kind a cold, bout one inthe mornin. Bout two oclock I come up Meanss hill, and didntI see Pete Jones, and them others what robbed the Dutchman,and somebody, I dunno who, a crossin the blue-gras

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