Cressy
By Bret Harte
24 Oct, 2019
Excerpt.....As the master of the Indian Spring school emerged from the pine woods into the little clearing before the schoolhouse, he stopped whistling, put his hatless jauntily on his head, threw away some wildflowers he had gathered on his way, and
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Excerpt.....As the master of the Indian Spring school emerged from the pine woods into the little clearing before the schoolhouse, he stopped whistling, put his hatless jauntily on his head, threw away some wildflowers he had gathered on his way, and otherwise assumed the severe demeanor of his profession and his mature age—which was at least twenty. Not that he usually felt this an assumption; it was a firm conviction of his serious nature that he impressed others, as he did himself, with the blended austerity and ennui of deep and exhausting experience. Less