oy of twenty, studying the highest branches taught — the three R's, Reading, Riting, Rithmetic.
I never saw an algebra, or other mathematical work higher than the arithmetic, in Georgetown, until after I was appointed to West Point.
I then bought a work on algebra in Cincinnati; but having no teacher it was Greek to me.
My life in Georgetown was uneventful.
From the age of five or six until seventeen, I attended the subscription schools of the village, except during the winters of 1836-7 and 1838-9.
The former period was spent in Maysville, Kentucky, attending the school of Richardson [Richeson] and Rand; the latter in Ripley, Ohio, at a private school.
I was not studious in habit, and probably did not make progress enough to compensate for the outlay for board and tuition.
At all events both winters were spent in going over the same old arithmetic which I knew every word of before, and repeating: A noun is the name of a thing, which I had also heard my Georgetown teachers
y exalted idea of the acquirements necessary to get through.
I did not believe I possessed them, and could not bear the idea of failing.
There had been four boys from our village, or its immediate neighborhood, who had been graduated from West Point, and never a failure of any one appointed from Georgetown, except in the case of the one whose place I was to take.
He was the son of Dr. [George B.] Bailey, our nearest and most intimate neighbor.
Young [Bartlett] Bailey had been appointed in 1837.
Finding before the January examination following that he could not pass, he resigned and went to a private school, and remained there until the following year when he was reappointed.
Before the next examination he was dismissed.
Dr. Bailey was a proud and sensitive man, and felt the failure of his son so keenly that he forbade his return home.
There were no telegraphs in those days to disseminate news rapidly, no railroads west of the Alleghenies, and but few east; and above all, there