But again Ishmael held a different opinion from his elders; and lying

down before the fire-lit hearth, with the book open before him, he went

over and over his lesson, grafting it firmly in his memory lest it

should escape him. In this way our boy took his first step in knowledge.

Two or three times in the course of the week the professor would come to

give him another lesson. And Ishmael paid for his tuition by doing the

least of the little odd jobs for the professor of that useful art.

"You see I can feel for the boy like a father, Miss Hannah," said the

professor, after giving his lesson one evening; "because, you know, I am

in a manner self-educated myself. I had to pick up reading, writing, and

'rithmetick any way I could from the white children. So I can feel for

this boy as I once felt for myself. All my children are girls; but if I

had a son I couldn't feel more pride in him than I do in this boy. And I

tell you again, he is going to make a man one of these days."

Ishmael thought so too. He had previsions of future success, as every

very intelligent lad must have; but at present his ambition took no very

lofty flights. The greatest man of his acquaintance was the Professor of

Odd Jobs. And to attain the glorious eminence occupied by the learned

and eloquent dignitary was the highest aspiration of our boy's early

genius.

"Aunty," he said one day, after remaining in deep thought for a long

time, "do you think if I was to study very hard indeed, night and day,

for years and years, I should ever be able to get as much knowledge and

make as fine speeches as the professor?"

"How do I know, Ishmael? You ask such stupid questions. All I can say

is, if it aint in you it will never come out of you," answered the

unappreciating aunt.

"Oh, if that's all, it is in me; there's a deal more in me than I can

talk about; and so I believe I shall be able to make fine speeches like

the professor some day."

Morris certainly took great pains with his pupil; and Ishmael repaid his

teacher's zeal by the utmost devotion to his service.

By the time our boy had attained his seventh year he could read

fluently, write legibly, and work the first four rules in arithmetic.

Besides this, he had glided into a sort of apprenticeship to the odd-job

line of business, and was very useful to his principal. The manner in

which he helped his master was something like this: If the odd job on

hand happened to be in the tinkering line, Ishmael could heat the irons

and prepare the solder; if it were in the carpentering and joining

branch, he could melt the glue; if in the brick-laying, he could mix the

mortar; if in the painting and glazing, he could roll the putty.




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