g, and we may be sure also that women whose hearts were brave enough to follow their husbands to this savage shore were wise enough to see that their babes were not wholly left a prey to ignorance.
And so while the husband was fighting Indians and wringing subsistence from a reluctant soil, the wife was seeing to it that the children learned to read the Bible and repeat the catechism and obey the commandments of God.
We may not doubt that the dame school flourished— a school, as the poet Crabbe sings:
Where a poor, deaf, patient widow sits And awes some thirty urchins as she knits; Infants of humble, busy wives, who pay Some trifling price for freedom for the day. At this good matron's hut the children meet, Who thus becomes the mother of the street; Her room is small, they cannot widely stray; Her threshold high, they cannot run away; With band of yarn she keeps offenders in, And to her gown the sturdiest rogues can pin.
The sanded floor served as blackboard, and the same