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Mr. Hathorn took his seat at his desk. "The first class will come up and say their tasks." Not a boy moved in his seat. "The first class will come up and say their tasks," the master repeated, bringing his cane down with angry emphasis on the desk. Still no one moved. "What does this mean?" he shouted, rising from his seat.
"Let him send his servant. He will find me at home. Mr. Hathorn, I am not going to run away, you need not think it. Give me in charge if you dare; I don't care what they do to me, but the whole country shall know what a tyrant you are." So saying, he collected his books, put his cap on his head, and walked from the schoolroom, the boys cheering him loudly as he went.
Hathorn regarded this quality as obstinacy, the boys as iron resolution; and while the former did his best to conquer what he regarded as a fault, the boys encouraged by their admiration what they viewed as a virtue.
Therefore, when Captain Sankey, a few weeks after taking up his residence in the locality, made a proposal to him that his son should attend his school as a home boarder, Mr. Hathorn acceded to the proposition, stating frankly his objections, as a rule, to boys of that class. "I shall not interfere," Captain Sankey said.
I have discovered only two instances in which the first William Hathorne wrote his own name, and in the various documents at the State House in which it appears written by others, it is variously spelled Hathorn, Hathorne, Hawthorn, Haythorne, and Harthorne, from which we can only conclude that the a was pronounced broadly.
"About thirty." "And you consider it necessary that at least fifteen out of that thirty should be caned every day. You must have got a very bad lot of boys, Mr. Hathorn?" "Not so many as that," the schoolmaster said, flushing.
Hathorn, and what a life they would have led under those circumstances. At the end of a week the happy thought struck Ripon that a subscription should be made to buy a new dictionary. The amount was a serious one, as they found that the book could not be purchased under two guineas; but every boy subscribed to his last farthing.
Hathorn," Mr. Wakefield, Ned's lawyer, said. "Had you any reason for expecting any outbreak of this kind among your boys?" "None whatever," Mr. Hathorn said. "You use the cane pretty freely, I believe, sir." "I use it when it is necessary," Mr. Hathorn replied. "Ah, and how often do you consider it necessary?" "That must depend upon circumstances." "You have about thirty boys, I think?"
They are a rough lot those moor men, and don't stick at trifles." "I will say nothing about it," Tompkins replied hastily; "you may rely on that. What a lucky fellow you are to be going home! Nothing will be said to you for being an hour late. I shall get a licking to a certainty. How I do hate that Hathorn, to be sure!"
Furthermore, the cat she battered was a white cat with a black spot on one side, and this is the exact description of the Hathorn cat; therefore, your honors, you will see that the assumption, or pretense, or excuse, call it what you will, by which this man justifies his tyrannical treatment of these unfortunate boys has no base or foundation whatever. You can go now, Mr.
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