That"s the best advice I can give you."
"I shouldn"t like to get into a fight with a pupil," said James, slowly.
"You"ll have to run the risk of it unless you teach a girls" school. I guess you wouldn"t have any trouble there."
"Not of that kind, probably. What wages do you pay?"
"Twelve dollars a month and board. Of course, you"ll board round."
Twelve dollars a month would not be considered very high wages now, but to James it was a consideration. He had earned as much in other ways, but he was quite anxious to try his luck as a teacher. That might be his future vocation, not teaching a district school, of course, but this would be the first round of the ladder that might lead to a college professorship. The first step is the most difficult, but it must be taken, and the Ledge Hill School, difficult as it probably would be, was to be the first step for the future President of Hiram College.
All these considerations James rapidly revolved in his mind, and then he came to a decision.
"When does the school commence?" he asked.
"Next Monday."
"I accept your offer. I"ll be on hand in time."
The news quickly reached the Ledge Hill district that "Jim Garfield," as he was popularly called, was to be their next teacher.
"Have you heard about the new master?" asked Tom Ba.s.sett, one of the hard cases, of a friend.
"No. Who is it?"
"Jim Garfield."
The other whistled.
"You don"t mean it?"
"Yes, I do."
"How did you hear?"
"Mr. ----," naming the committee-man, "told me."
"Then it must be so. We"ll have a high old time if that"s so."
"So we will," chuckled the other. "I"m anxious for school to begin."
"He"s only a boy like us."
"That"s so."
"He knows enough for a teacher; but knowing isn"t everything."
"You"re right. We can"t be expected to mind a boy like ourselves that we"ve known all our lives."
"Of course not."
"I like Jim well enough. He"s a tip-top feller; but, all the same, he aint goin" to boss me round."
"Nor me, either."
This conversation between Tom Ba.s.sett and Bill Stackpole (for obvious reasons I use a.s.sumed names) augured ill for the success of the young teacher. They determined to make it hot for him, and have all the fun they wanted.
They thought they knew James Garfield, but they made a mistake. They knew that he was of a peaceable disposition and not fond of quarreling, and although they also knew that he was strong and athletic, they decided that he would not long be able to maintain his position. If they had been able to read the doubts and fears that agitated the mind of their future preceptor, they would have felt confirmed in their belief.
The fact was, James shrank from the ordeal that awaited him.
"If I were only going among strangers," he said to his mother, "I wouldn"t mind it so much; but all these boys and girls have known me ever since I was a small boy and went barefoot."
"Does your heart fail you, my son?" asked his mother, who sympathized with him, yet saw that it was a trial which must come.
"I can"t exactly say that, but I dread to begin."
"We must expect to encounter difficulties and perplexities, James. None of our lives run all smoothly. Shall we conquer them or let them conquer us?"
The boy"s spirit was aroused.
"Say no more, mother," he replied. "I will undertake the school, and if success is any way possible, I will succeed. I have been shrinking from it, but I won"t shrink any longer."
"That is the spirit that succeeds, James."
James laughed, and in answer quoted Campbell"s stirring lines with proper emphasis:
"I will victor exult, or in death be laid low, With my face to the field and my feet to the foe."
So the time pa.s.sed till the eventful day dawned on which James was to a.s.sume charge of his first school. He was examined, and adjudged to be qualified to teach; but that he antic.i.p.ated in advance.
The building is still standing in which James taught his first school.
It is used for quite another purpose now, being occupied as a carriage-house by the thrifty farmer who owns the ground upon which it stands. The place where the teacher"s desk stood, behind which the boy stood as preceptor, is now occupied by two stalls for carriage-horses.
The benches which once contained the children he taught have been removed to make room for the family carriage, and the play-ground is now a barnyard. The building sits upon a commanding eminence known as Ledge Hill, and overlooks a long valley winding between two lines of hills.
This description is furnished by the same correspondent of the Boston _Herald_ to whom I am already indebted for Henry Boynton"s reminiscences contained in the last chapter.
When James came in sight, and slowly ascended the hill in sight of the motley crew of boys and girls who were a.s.sembled in front of the school-house on the first morning of the term, it was one of the most trying moments of his life. He knew instinctively that the boys were antic.i.p.ating the fun in store for them in the inevitable conflict which awaited him, and he felt constrained and nervous. He managed, however, to pa.s.s through the crowd, wearing a pleasant smile and greeting his scholars with a bow. There was trouble coming, he was convinced, but he did not choose to betray any apprehension.
CHAPTER XII.
WHO SHALL BE MASTER?