Part 11 (1/2)

Still no answer.

”I shall punish the entire school,” cried Dominie Roberts.

He stumped out again, and many of the boys grew pale with fear, and the smaller ones began to cry.

Presently the dominie returned. In his hand he bore a long piece of a bridle rein, and this he fas.h.i.+oned into a tawse in sight of the whole school. Then he called the biggest cla.s.s, and once more demanded the name of the culprit.

No reply, but every lad in the cla.s.s began to wet his hands and pull down his sleeves.

”All hands up,” was the terrible command.

The punishment was about to commence when forth stepped Harry the Hermit into the middle of the circle.

”Stay a moment, if you please, sir,” said Harry.

”You know, then, who committed the crime?” asked the dominie, sternly.

”I do; it was myself.”

”And why?”

”Because the other boys wanted to, but were afraid.”

”Which other boys? Name them.”

”I will not.”

”_Pande_, sir, _Pande_.”

Five minutes afterwards Harry staggered back to his seat, pale-faced and sick.

He sat down beside his cla.s.s-mate, and was soon so far recovered as to be able to whisper--

”How many did I have?”

”Two-and-twenty,” was the reply. ”I counted.”

”And that new tawse is a tickler, I can tell you,” said Harry.

He did not climb any trees that day going home. He could not have held on. Nor was he able to eat much supper, but he did not tell the reason why.

But, apart from his fondness for corporal or palmar punishment, Dominie Roberts was a clever teacher, and Harry made excellent progress.

Autumn came round, and stormy wet days, and many a cold drenching our hero got, both coming to and going from school. But he did not mind them. They only seemed to render him hardier and st.u.r.dier, and make his cheeks the ruddier.

Then winter arrived ”on his snow-white car,” as poets say, and often such storms blew that even grown-up people feared to face them. But Harry would not give in. On evenings like these John would be dispatched to meet Harry, and many an anxious glance from the dining-room window would his mother cast, until she saw them coming up the long avenue, Eily always first, feathering through the snow, and barking for very joy as she neared the house.

Sometimes the roads would be so blocked with snow, that Harry found it far more convenient to walk along on the top of the stone fences, often missing his feet, and getting plunged nearly over his head in a snow-bank.

In the early part of January, 186-, I forget the exact day and date, one of the most fierce and terrible snowstorms that old men ever remembered, swept over the northern s.h.i.+res of Scotland.

When Harry left for school that morning there seemed little cause for alarm. There was no suns.h.i.+ne however, and the whole sky was covered by an unbroken wall of blue-grey cloud. Towards the forenoon snow began to fall--a kind of soft hail like millet seeds. The ground was hard and dry to receive it, so it did not melt.