The autobiography of an American schoolteacher, born in 1827.
log house from which I went out into the darkness on that November night eight years before. I will say that I kept clear of that other place, where I got my ears boxed, for fear I should see that woman standing by her wash-tub, and she would want to know where those pails of water were.
I had been at my old home but a day or two when I received application from a board of trustees to teach their winter school. I said, yes; if I can get a certificate. As they wanted the school to begin the next Monday they told me to go on with the school and they would see the town superintendent about the license. A few days later I received my license and the school went on all right.
Before speaking of my experience as a teacher, I would like to review that part of my life from fourteen to twenty years. I want the young men and the young ladies who may read this book to realize that I am drawing a truthful portrait of my life from the age of nine years, when I commenced to paddle my own canoe, until I was t