CHAPTER IV. 
THE NIGHT HUNT IN RECESS. 
Bur 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 wg}l those turbu- 
lent times—when, having got somewhat up in my “teens,” 1 
began to “feel myself,’ and think of a truant independen* 
in college recess ? 
The “old folks,” as I and sundry other “ young gentlemex. 
sophomores” of the neighborhood, were disposed to believe 
unanimously,—were entirely too close and particular; or, iz 
a word, since our college experience, apron-strings were he 
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