Next morning I crossed the tall round hill, lingered to look at the blue and yellow mountains stretching toward the Carolinas; then I plunged into the wood, and came out at Josie's home. There I found at last a little school. The mother would scold the father for being so "easy;" Josie would roundly rate the boys for carelessness; and all knew that it was a hard thing to dig a living out of a rocky side hill. First, there was a teachers' Institute at the county-seat; and there distinguished guests of the superintendent taught the teachers fractions and spelling and other mysteries, -- white teachers in the morning, Negroes at night. It sat in a lot behind a rail fence and thorn bushes, near the sweetest of spring. It was a dull frame cottage with four rooms, perched just below the brow of the hill, amid peach trees.
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