The Professor's House
ised Father Duchene to read a hundred lines a day.
Blake saw that I did it—made me translate the
dull stuff aloud to him. He said if I once knew Latin, I wouldn’t have to work with my back all my life like a burro.
He had great respect for education, but he believed it was some kind of hocuspocus that enabled a man to live without work. We had Robinson Crusoe with us, and Roddy’s favourite book, Gulliver’s Travels, which he never tired of.
Late in October, Rapp, the foreman, came along to accompany us down to the winter camp. Blake stayed with the cattle about fifteen miles to the east, where the grass was still good, and Rapp and I went down to air out the cabin and stow away our winter supplies.
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