Word: soiling
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Dates: during 1870-1879
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...appointed, a short time ago, to examine the condition of the Universities, and recommend whatever changes they might deem advisable. Surely, if those customs which have existed almost from time immemorial, fail when they are on their native heath, they cannot but do likewise if transplanted to a new soil. It must seem strange to a disinterested person that a dying system should be the subject of study; such a person would certainly say that the object of the President's visit might better have been termed the study, not of the system of instruction and general management...
...ended as successfully as begun. A week of this sort of existence is apt to make one lose sight of the fact that he was ever trammelled by duties or cares of any kind. The reminder comes, however, as soon as one touches the soil of Cambridge, and finds with surprise that recitations have begun, and the instructor expects as full preparation as though you had been digging all the vacation and not cultivating the aesthetic side of your nature. A singular class of men our instructors, always here in time, well up on the lesson...
...Night on night succeeds to day on day. Provisions begin to run low in the locker. Freshman suggests eating one another; being small, we object, on the ground that cannibalism is inconsistent with the true spirit of Christianity. At length, land, ho! Breakers; have to wade ashore. Kiss the soil of Cuba. Hunt for tortoise; find hen's-nest in bushes, - eat it (the contents). Tool-chest washed ashore; throw up intrenchments and feel better. Burrow in sand, for fear of wild beasts; do not altogether escape...
...approach - can it be? - we recognize our ancient enemy of New York. He carries papers in his hand. We are scared, but unintimidated. Get him inside the intrenchment; stamp on him. Examine his papers, - O shame! they are tracts. Swear thus to treat all invaders of the free soil of Cuba. Mysterious stranger says it is n't Cuba, it's Patchoughe, Long Island, and he 's a colporteur, and we are children of wrath. Band (three men and a reporter) advance and corroborate; also arrest us for vagrancy. Loathsome Bastiles. Bailed out by colporteur, who proves to be connected...
Beneath the soil, in glittering, precious...