CONTENTS.

[CHAPTER I.]PAGE
A Private Lesson from a Bulldog37
[CHAPTER II.]
A Spell Coming52
[CHAPTER III.]
Mirandy, Hank, and Shocky57
[CHAPTER IV.]
Spelling Down the Master70
[CHAPTER V.]
The Walk Home90
[CHAPTER VI.]
A Night at Pete Jones's97
[CHAPTER VII.]
Ominous Remarks of Mr. Jones105
[CHAPTER VIII.]
The Struggle in the Dark109
[CHAPTER IX.]
Has God Forgotten Shocky?114
[CHAPTER X.]
The Devil of Silence118
[CHAPTER XI.]
Miss Martha Hawkins125
[CHAPTER XII.]
The Hardshell Preacher133
[CHAPTER XIII.]
A Struggle for the Mastery143
[CHAPTER XIV.]
A Crisis with Bud150
[CHAPTER XV.]
The Church of the Best Licks157
[CHAPTER XVI.]
The Church Militant163
[CHAPTER XVII.]
A Council of War169
[CHAPTER XVIII.]
Odds and Ends175
[CHAPTER XIX.]
Face to Face180
[CHAPTER XX.]
God Remembers Shocky185
[CHAPTER XXI.]
Miss Nancy Sawyer192
[CHAPTER XXII.]
Pancakes195
[CHAPTER XXIII.]
A Charitable Institution203
[CHAPTER XXIV.]
The Good Samaritan212
[CHAPTER XXV.]
Bud Wooing215
[CHAPTER XXVI.]
A Letter and its Consequences220
[CHAPTER XXVII.]
A Loss and a Gain224
[CHAPTERXXVIII.]
The Flight228
[CHAPTER XXIX.]
The Trial234
[CHAPTER XXX.]
"Brother Sodom"249
[CHAPTER XXXI.]
The Trial Concluded254
[CHAPTER XXXII.]
After the Battle269
[CHAPTERXXXIII.]
Into the Light274
[CHAPTER XXXIV.]
"How it Came Out"278

The Hoosier School-Master.


CHAPTER I

A PRIVATE LESSON FROM A BULLDOG.

"Want to be a school-master, do you? You? Well, what would you do in Flat Crick deestrick, I'd like to know? Why, the boys have driv off the last two, and licked the one afore them like blazes. You might teach a summer school, when nothin' but children come. But I 'low it takes a right smart man to be school-master in Flat Crick in the winter. They'd pitch you out of doors, sonny, neck and heels, afore Christmas."

The young man, who had walked ten miles to get the school in this district, and who had been mentally reviewing his learning at every step he took, trembling lest the committee should find that he did not know enough, was not a little taken aback at this greeting from "old Jack Means," who was the first trustee that he lighted on. The impression made by these ominous remarks was emphasized by the glances which he received from Jack Means's two sons. The older one eyed him from the top of his brawny shoulders with that amiable look which a big dog turns on a little one before shaking him. Ralph Hartsook had never thought of being measured by the standard of muscle. This notion of beating education into young savages in spite of themselves dashed his ardor.