The first night in his new location he labored long into the dawning hours. He studied as he had never studied and crammed before. The passing of the examinations now meant more than anything had meant to him in all his life. It meant that in the event that he should pass he would be well on his way toward a successful literary career.
At last came the fateful morning on which he was to take his examinations. Jim left his little room on State Street and headed for the university. He wound his way through the heavily foliaged campus, past the library and onto the Central Stand itself. Then up long, winding stairs Jim made his way to the room where Professor Scott was awaiting his prospective students. At least a dozen other young men and women were taking the tests with Jim that morning and they were given two hours to complete them.
James Oliver Curwood At the Age of Seven
Street Scene, Owosso, Mich., June, 1940
The Shiawassee River (“Sparkling Waters”)