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GLENGARRY SCHOOLDAYS
A STORY OF THE EARLY DAYS IN GLENGARRY
by RALPH CONNOR

CONTENTS
I. THE SPELLING-MATCH
II. THE DEEPOLE
III. THE EXAMINATION
IV. THE NEW MASTER
V. THE CRISIS
VI. "ONE THAT RULETH WELL HIS OWN HOUSE"
VII. FOXY
VIII. FOXY'S PARTNER
IX. HUGHIE'S EMANCIPATION
X. THE BEAR HUNT
XI. JOHN CRAVEN'S METHOD
XII. THE DOWNFALL
XIII. THE FIRST ROUND
XIV. THE FINAL ROUND
XV. THE RESULT

GLENGARRY SCHOOL DAYS

CHAPTER I
THE SPELLING-MATCH
The "Twentieth" school was built of logs hewn on two sides. The
cracks were chinked and filled with plaster, which had a curious habit
of falling out during the summer months, no one knew how; but
somehow the holes always appeared on the boys' side, and being there,
were found to be most useful, for as looking out of the window was
forbidden, through these holes the boys could catch glimpses of the
outer world--glimpses worth catching, too, for all around stood the
great forest, the playground of boys and girls during noon-hour and
recesses; an enchanted land, peopled, not by fairies, elves, and other
shadowy beings of fancy, but with living things, squirrels, and
chipmunks, and weasels, chattering ground- hogs, thumping rabbits,
and stealthy foxes, not to speak of a host of flying things, from the little
gray-bird that twittered its happy nonsense all day, to the big-eyed owl
that hooted solemnly when the moon came out. A wonderful place this

forest, for children to live in, to know, and to love, and in after days to
long for.
It was Friday afternoon, and the long, hot July day was drawing to a
weary close. Mischief was in the air, and the master, Archibald Munro,
or "Archie Murro," as the boys called him, was holding himself in with
a very firm hand, the lines about his mouth showing that he was
fighting back the pain which had never quite left him from the day he
had twisted his knee out of joint five years ago, in a wrestling match,
and which, in his weary moments, gnawed into his vitals. He hated to
lose his grip of himself, for then he knew he