CHAPTER IV. 



THE NIGHT HUNT IN RECESS. 



But still the old leaven leaveneth the whole lump, and with 

 the advent of Commencement, earlier passions soon displaced 

 the new ambitions. Ah ! do I not remember well those turbu- 

 lent times — when, having got somewhat up in my "teens," I 

 began to "feel myself," and think of a truant independence 

 in college recess ? 



The "old folks," as I and sundry other "young gentlemen 



sophomores" of the neighborhood, were disposed to believe 



unanimously, — were entirely too close and particular ; or, in 



a word, since our college experience, apron-strings were be- 



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