. Highways and byways of the South. lled it a scorpion and consideredit a powerful pizenous varmint. Down the road a short distance, in a brushy field,was a log schoolhouse about sixteen feet were thirty-four children in the district ofschool age, and the building must have been badlycrowded when school was in session, but it was infairly good condition, and harmonized very well withthe woodland scenery and the rugged blue mountainsthat loomed on every side. Some of the scholarscontinued in school until they were twenty-one, andthey were allowed to go even after that age on pay-me
. Highways and byways of the South. lled it a scorpion and consideredit a powerful pizenous varmint. Down the road a short distance, in a brushy field,was a log schoolhouse about sixteen feet were thirty-four children in the district ofschool age, and the building must have been badlycrowded when school was in session, but it was infairly good condition, and harmonized very well withthe woodland scenery and the rugged blue mountainsthat loomed on every side. Some of the scholarscontinued in school until they were twenty-one, andthey were allowed to go even after that age on pay-ment of a dollar a month. This charge, however, waspractically prohibitive. I asked the man at the housewhere I had stopped if the older pupils did not maketrouble for the teachers. No, sir, was his response, its only the littlefellers that are mean and devilish. When a boy getsto be fifteen or over, hes ashamed to misbehave thata-way. I ate dinner in the cook-room — a diminutive,barren apartment with just about space enough to ac-. A Sunny Afternoon AND TiLDEN FOUNDATIONS. A Virginia Wonder 221 commodate the stove and a small table. The tablewas very shaky in the legs, and wabbled alarminglyevery time I attempted to cut my meat, and it nodoubt performed a veritable St. Vituss dance when thewhole family were eating around it. The day waswarm and the atmosphere in the little cook-room fairlysizzled. The stove was right at my elbow, and I wasglad to escape to the outer air as soon as possible. I arrived at my starting-place in the early evening,and the following morning I was off for the NaturalBridge. The route was not unlike that I had trav-ersed up Arnolds Valley—sometimes bordered byfarm fields, but for the most part through lonelywoodland. Halfway there I overtook two bright littlecolored girls, and for a time walked along in theircompany. One of them carried a black hand-bag, andwhen we got acquainted, she confided that she wascollecting money for the church. She took out
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