The World and the University 



■ Strange to say, father carefully taught us to 

 consider ourselves very poor worms of the dust, 

 conceived in sin, etc., and devoutly believed 

 that quenching every spark of pride and self- 

 confidence was a sacred duty, without realizing 

 that in so doing he might at the same time be 

 quenching everything else. Praise he consid- 

 ered most venomous, and tried to assure me 

 that when I was fairly out in the wicked world 

 making my own way I would soon learn that 

 although I might have thought him a hard 

 taskmaster at times, strangers were far harder. 

 On the contrary, I found no lack of kindness 

 and sympathy. All the baggage I carried was a 

 package made up of the two clocks and a small 

 thermometer made of a piece of old washboard, 

 all three tied together, with no covering or 

 case of any sort, the whole looking like one 

 very complicated machine. 



The aching parting from mother and my 



sisters was, of course, hard to bear. Father let 



David drive me down to Pardeeville, a place I 



had never before seen, though it was only nine 



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