Excerpt from The Writings of Bret Harte, Vol. 7
AS the master of the Indian Spring schoel emerged from the pine woods into the little clearing before the school house, he stopped whistling, put his hat less jauntily on his head, threw away some wild flowers he had gathered on his way, and otherwise assumed the severe demeanor of his profession and his mature age which was at least twenty. Notthat he usually felt this an assumption it was a firm conviction of his serious nature that he impressed others, as he did himself, with the blended austerity and ennui of deep and exhausted experience.
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