Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1869-01-01

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I too late; said we might stay on the
benches and finish it now, and gave the
| little bows another take" in their arith-
clock struck twelve; o3 Lse., f
"Certainly a short morning, bows. So
much for being quiet and good, Good
| day. now. and a pleasant afternoon to
you, 1t is at this point, SO far as know,
that my conscience, for the first time
tingled a little a'a' @l'f5 5a .is9ap9a
t1 A little, but, alas, not long I, We rushed
in. for dinner. Poor Miss Tryphosa had
to apologize for the first and last time in
her life z Somehow we had caught her,
she said. She was 9sure she had no idea
how,-but the morning had seemed very
short to her, and SO our potatoes were not
done. But they would be done before
long, land of course we had not expected
much from picked-up dinner, an hour
early. We all thanked and praised. cut
the cold corned beef, aud we fell to,-our
appetites, unlunched, beginning to come
into condition. My only trouble was to
keep the rest back till Miss Tryphosa's
potatoes-the largest little hard st heart
appeared.
For, in truth, the boys were all wild to
be away. And as soon as the potatoes
were well freed, from their own jackets
and Imprisoned under ours, cut the
final slices of the beef Hackmatack cut
the corresponding bread; the little boys
took galore of apples and of eoughnuts; !;
we packed all in the lunch basket, took
the hard eggs beside, and the salt, and
were away. As the boys went down the
hill, stopped in'the school,room, locked
the doors, drew the curtain opened the
clock, cut the packthread, pocketed the
horseshoe, screwed on the bob, and
started the pendulum again, A very
good.patured pendulum indeed! 1t had
done the work of four hours in two. How
much better that than sulking, discomfort
ed, for a whole hour in the corner of a
farmers kitchent g T3#{l Ifkn..'
Miss Tryphosa and her brother had the
feeling, suppose, which sensible people
have about half the days of their lives,
" that it is extraordinary the time should
go SO fastr' SO much for being infinite
beings, clad for only few hours in time
and clay, nor wholly at home in those
surroundings
Did say, ] would write the history of
that chestnutting I did not say so. I
did not entitle this story "The Good
Chestputs,", but The Good-natured Pen
,dulum. y / will only say TO the little girls
that all went we'll We waited at the foot
Of the hill for few minutes till Clapp
and Perkins came up with mare and
wagon. They said it was hardly half an
hour since school, but even the little boys
knew better, because the clock had struck
one as we left the school-house. 1t was
little odd, however, that, as the boys said
this, the doctor passed in his gig, and
when Clapp asked him what time it was,
he looked at his watch, and said, "Half
past ten."
: But the doctor always was so queeri
Well, we had a capital time just that
pleasant haze hung oyer the whole Into
the pasture, by the second wth,-over
the stream, into the trees, and under
them, fingers well pricked, bags all the
time growing fuller and fuller Then the
afternoon lunch, which well compensated
Observation-Disclosures of the mornings, then a
sharp game at ball with the chestnut burs
--and even the smallest boys were made
to catch them bravely-and, as the spines
ran into their plump little hands, to cry,
" Paints no eVili" n frst,rate frolic-
every minute o success. The sun would
steal down, but for once, though we had
not too much time, we seemed to have
enough to get through without hurry
We big boys were responsible for the
youngsters and we had them safely up on
the Holderness road, by Clapp's grand
mothers, Tom Lynch driving and the
little ones piled in-Sarah Clavers in front
with the chesnut-bags, when the sun
went down. tt . C-t.-
By the time it was pitch dark we were
at home, and were warmly welcomed by
the master and Miss Tryphosa, Good
soul, she even made dip-toas for our sup
pers, and had hot apples waiting for US
between the andirons The boys rushed
in shouting, scattered to wash their hands,
and to get her to pick out the thorns, and
some of our fellows to put on some Of
the chestnuts'to boil For me, stepped
into the schoolroom, and, in the dark,
moved the minute hand of the clock back
two hours. Before long we all gathered
at tea-the master with us, as was his Gus
tom in the evening.
After we had told our times, as we big
boys sat picking over chestnuts, after the
little ones had been excused, Miss Try
phosa said, "Well, boys, am sure / am
much indebted to you for one nice long
afternoon My checks tingled little,
and when the master said, Is Yes, the af-
ternoon fairly made up the shortcomings
of the morning." did not dare to look
him in the face Singleton, slipped off
from table, and l think he then went and
replaced the Watch-keys.
The next day, as we sat in algebra,
the clock struck twelve instead Of ten.
The master went and stopped the strik-
ing part. Did he look at me when he
did so9 He is new Bishop of New
Archangel. Will he perhaps write me
line to tell me? And that afternoon,
when Brereton was on his Scientific
Dialogues" actually the master said to
him, az will go back to the last lesson,
Brereton What is the length of a
seconds pendulum % And Breretoa
told him. ."What should you think the
beat of our pendulum here?" said the doc
tor, opening the case. Brereton could not
tell; and the master explained that this
pendulum was five feet long. That the
time of the oscillations of two pendulums
was as, the square root Of the lengths,
Brereton had already said so he was set
to calculate on the board the square root
of sixty inches, and the square root of
the seconds pendulum, 9,139. I have
remembered that to this day. SO he found
out the beat of our pendulum,-and then
we verified it by the masters watch,
which was going that afternoon. Then
with perfect cold blood the master said,
"And if YOU wanted to make the pendu.
lum 20 twice as fast, Brereton, what would
you do?" And Brereton, innocent as
Psyche, but eager as Pallas Athene, said,
Of course that he would take the square