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But the next winter poor Sam had a hard time of it. The new school-master, who was hired because he was cheap, knew very little; and when Sam got into trouble with his “sums,” and asked the school-master about them, he answered, “Wal, now, Sam, I hain’t cyphered no furder’n ‘reduction,’ and I can’t tell you. But they’s a preacher over in Johnsonville a-preachin’ and a-teachin’ school. He is a reg’lar college feller, and I reckon he knows single and double rule of three, and all the rest.”

Sam coaxed the Squire to let him have old “Blaze-face,” the blind mare, to ride to Johnsonville, three miles off, the next morning, if he would promise to be back “on time to begin shuckin’ corn bright and airly.” And before six o’clock he hitched old Blaze in front of “Preacher Brown’s” door. When he knocked, Mr. Brown was making a fire in the stove, and he was not a little surprised to see a boy by the door in patched blue-jeans pantaloons that were too short, and a well-worn “round-about” that was too tight. He looked at the boy’s old arithmetic and slate in surprise.

“If you please, sir,” said Sam, “I’m Squire Higgins’ bound boy. I want to learn somethin’, but I can’t go to school; and if I could, ‘twouldn’t amount to much, because the master don’t know as much as I do, even. I got stalled on a sum in cube root, an’ I come down here to get you to help me out, for I’m bound to know how to do everything there is in the old book; and I’ve got to be back to begin work in an hour.”

The minister shook him by the hand, and sat down cheerfully, and soon put daylight through the “sum.” Then Sam got up, and feeling down in the bottom of his pocket, he took out a quarter of a dollar. “Would that pay you, sir? It’s all I’ve got, and all I will get in a year, I guess. I hope it’s enough.”

“Keep it! keep it!” said Mr. Brown, brushing away the tears; “God bless you, my boy, we don’t charge for such work as that. I’d like to lend you this History of England to read. And come over any evening, and I’ll help you, my brave fellow.”

One evening in every week the bound boy rode old Blaze over to the minister’s house, and rode back after eleven o’clock, for he and the parson came to be great friends. The next year Mr. Brown threatened the old Squire with the law for his violation of his part of the terms of the indenture, and forced him to release Sam, who was eighteen now, from any further service. He dug his way through college, and is now Professor of Mathematics in —- University. The old Squire, when he hears of Professor Tomkins’ success, always chuckles, and says, “You don’t say, now! Wal, he used to feed my hogs.”

“We’ll adj-j-journ with three cheers for Harlan,” said Sampson. And they gave them.

“Oh, don’t go yet,” said Tom Miller; and so another half-hour was passed in general talk.