He went South and was absent several years.
After the excitement of the murder and the struggle between the two
factions had died down, he returned and was not molested. And here
he was in the April twilight, on my path to Tongore, and the sight
of him cheered my heart.
I began my school Monday morning, April the 11th, 1854, and continued
it for six months, teaching the common branches to twenty or thirty
pupils from the ages of six to twelve or thirteen. I can distinctly
recall the faces of many of those boys and girls to this day--Jane
North, a slender, clean-cut girl of ten or eleven; Elizabeth
McClelland, a fat, freckled girl of twelve; Alice Twilliger, a
thin, talkative girl with a bulging forehead. Two or three of
the boys became soldiers in the Civil War, and fell in the battle
of Gettysburg.
[In April, 1912, Mr. Burroughs received the following: "Hearty
congratulations upon your seventy-fifth birthday, from your old
Tongore pupil of many years ago.
R--B--."]
I "boarded round," going home with the children as they invited
me. I was always put in the spare room, and usually treated to
warm biscuit and pie for supper. A few families were very poor,
and there I was lucky to get bread and potatoes.
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