e of the earlier times — to prescribe the lesson and whip any boy who did not know it.
The path along which I travelled to the school-house passed by the residence of an old dominie who had a great contempt for Latin.
Why, he never told me, nor could he have told me, as he knew nothing about it; but whenever he saw me walking along the path, he would shout out, grinningly, How are you getting along with you hic, haec, hoc?
I had been there but a short time when the County Academy of Wilkinson was organized, and I returned home and went daily from my father's house to the school-house until I was sufficiently advanced to be sent to the college known as the Transylvania University of Kentucky.
At the head of the County Academy was a scholarly man named John A. Shaw, from Boston.
He took on himself, also, the duty of preaching every Sunday; but as there was no church, he held his meetings in the court-house.
The boys of the Academy were required to attend, and very soon they