When I entered the school-room, and Mr. Oswald made some enquiries
regarding my studies, and other matters, I looked in his clear honest,
but withal searching eyes, and felt certain I had found a friend in my
teacher. My ideas at the time, of my new home as well as my school, will
I presume be best expressed by transcribing the copy of a letter,
written to Charley Gray about this time. I lately found it among, some
old papers. It reads thus:
Fulton, Oct. 25th, 18--
Dear Charley,
As I cannot possibly see you, I will do the next best by writing to you
in answer to your kind and very welcome letter, which came to hand two
days since. I have so much to tell you that I hardly know where to
begin; but if I intend to finish I must make a beginning in some way.
I will first endeavour to tell you something about my home. You know I
feared Uncle Nathan might be like Farmer Judson; but never were two more
unlike; he never scolds or frets, and, although he is not a great
talker, somehow or other when he does talk I always like to listen to
what he says.
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