Monday, October 17, 2016
His schoolhouse was a low building of one large room, rudely constructed of logs, the windows partly glazed, and partly patched with leaves of old copybooks. It was most ingeniously secured at vacant hours by a with twisted in the handle of the door and stakes set against the window shutters, so that, though a thief might get in with embarrassment in getting out;an idea most probably borrowed by the architect , yost van houten, from the mystery of the eel pot. the schoolhouse stood in a rather lonely but pleasant situation, just at the foot of a woody hill, with a brookrunning close by,and a formidable birch tree growing at one end of it. From hence the low murmur of his pupils voicesm conning over their lessons, might be heard in a drowsy summers day, like the hum of a beehive, interrupted now and then by the authoritative voice of the master, in in the tone of menace or command, or, peradventure, by the appalling sound of the birch, as he urged some tardy loiterer along the flowery path of knowledge. Truth to say, he was a conscientious man, and ever bore in mind the golden maxim, "spare the rod and spoilthe child".Ichabod Crane's scholars certainly were not spoiled.