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  Theyweresoon,however,allturnedoutoftheschool;andEastconductedTomuptohisbedroom,thathemightgetoncleanthings,andwashhimselfbeforesinging。

  “What’ssinging?“saidTom,takinghisheadoutofhisbasin,wherehehadbeenplungingitincoldwater。

  “Well,youarejollygreen,“answeredhisfriend,fromaneighbouringbasin。“Why,thelastsixSaturdaysofeveryhalfwesingofcourse;andthisisthefirstofthem。Nofirstlessontodo,youknow,andlieinbedto-morrowmorning。“

  “Butwhosings?“

  “Why,everybody,ofcourse;you’llseesoonenough。Webegindirectlyaftersupper,andsingtillbed-time。Itain’tsuchgoodfunnow,though,asinthesummerhalf;’causethenwesinginthelittlefivescourt,underthelibrary,youknow。Wetakeouttables,andthebigboyssitroundanddrinkbeer——doubleallowanceonSaturdaynights;andwecutaboutthequadranglebetweenthesongs,anditlookslikealotofrobbersinacave。

  Andtheloutscomeandpoundatthegreatgates,andwepoundbackagain,andshoutatthem。Butthishalfweonlysinginthehall。Comealongdowntomystudy。“

  TheirprincipalemploymentinthestudywastoclearoutEast’stable;removingthedrawersandornamentsandtablecloth;forhelivedinthebottompassage,andhistablewasinrequisitionforthesinging。

  Suppercameinduecourseatseveno’clock,consistingofbreadandcheeseandbeer,whichwasallsavedforthesinging;anddirectlyafterwardsthefagswenttoworktopreparethehall。

  TheSchool-househall,ashasbeensaid,isagreatlonghighroom,withtwolargefiresononeside,andtwolargeiron-boundtables,onerunningdownthemiddle,andtheotheralongthewalloppositethefireplaces。Aroundtheupperfirethefagsplacedthetablesintheformofahorse-shoe,anduponthemthejugswiththeSaturdaynight’sallowanceofbeer。Thenthebigboysusedtodropinandtaketheirseats,bringingwiththembottledbeerandsongbooks;foralthoughtheyallknewthesongsbyheart,itwasthethingtohaveanoldmanuscriptbookdescendedfromsomedepartedhero,inwhichtheywereallcarefullywrittenout。

  Thesixth-formboyshadnotyetappeared;so,tofillupthegap,aninterestingandtime-honouredceremonywasgonethrough。

  Eachnewboywasplacedonthetableinturn,andmadetosingasolo,underthepenaltyofdrinkingalargemugofsaltandwaterifheresistedorbrokedown。However,thenewboysallsinglikenightingalesto-night,andthesaltwaterisnotinrequisition——Tom,ashispart,performingtheoldwest-countrysongof“TheLeatherBottel“withconsiderableapplause。Andatthehalf-hourdowncomethesixthandfifthformboys,andtaketheirplacesatthetables,whicharefilledupbythenextbiggestboys,therest,forwhomthereisnoroomatthetable,standingroundoutside。

  Theglassesandmugsarefilled,andthenthefuglemanstrikesuptheoldsea-song,“Awetsheetandaflowingsea,Andawindthatfollowsfast,“etc。,whichistheinvariablefirstsongintheSchool-house;andalltheseventyvoicesjoinin,notmindfulofharmony,butbentonnoise,whichtheyattaindecidedly,butthegeneraleffectisn’tbad。Andthenfollow“TheBritishGrenadiers,““BillyTaylor,“

  “TheSiegeofSeringapatam,““ThreeJollyPostboys,“andothervociferoussongsinrapidsuccession,including“TheChesapeakeandShannon,“asonglatelyintroducedinhonourofoldBrooke;

  andwhentheycometothewords,“BraveBrokehewavedhissword,crying,Now,mylads,aboard,Andwe’llstoptheirplayingYankee-doodle-dandyoh!“

  youexpecttherooftocomedown。Thesixthandfifthknowthat“braveBroke“oftheShannonwasnosortofrelationtoouroldBrooke。Thefourthformareuncertainintheirbelief,butforthemostpartholdthatoldBrookewasamidshipmanthenonboardhisuncle’sship。AndthelowerschoolneverdoubtforamomentthatitwasouroldBrookewholedtheboarders,inwhatcapacitytheycarenotastraw。Duringthepausesthebottled-

  beercorksflyrapidly,andthetalkisfastandmerry,andthebigboys——atleastallofthemwhohaveafellow-feelingfordrythroats——handtheirmugsovertheirshoulderstobeemptiedbythesmalloneswhostandroundbehind。

  ThenWarner,theheadofthehouse,getsupandwantstospeak;

  buthecan’t,foreveryboyknowswhat’scoming。Andthebigboyswhositatthetablespoundthemandcheer;andthesmallboyswhostandbehindpoundoneanother,andcheer,andrushaboutthehallcheering。Thensilencebeingmade,WarnerremindsthemoftheoldSchool-housecustomofdrinkingthehealths,onthefirstnightofsinging,ofthosewhoaregoingtoleaveattheendofthehalf。“Heseesthattheyknowwhatheisgoingtosayalready“loudcheers,“andsowon’tkeepthem,butonlyaskthemtotreatthetoastasitdeserves。Itistheheadoftheeleven,theheadofbig-sidefootball,theirleaderonthisgloriousday——PaterBrooke!“

  Andawaygoesthepoundingandcheeringagain,becomingdeafeningwhenoldBrookegetsonhislegs;till,atablehavingbrokendown,andagallonorsoofbeerbeenupset,andallthroatsgettingdry,silenceensues,andtheherospeaks,leaninghishandsonthetable,andbendingalittleforwards。

  Noaction,notricksoforatory——plain,strong,andstraight,likehisplay。

  “GentlemenoftheSchool-house!Iamveryproudofthewayinwhichyouhavereceivedmyname,andIwishIcouldsayallI

  shouldlikeinreturn。ButIknowIshan’t。However,I’lldothebestIcantosaywhatseemstomeoughttobesaidbyafellowwho’sjustgoingtoleave,andwhohasspentagoodsliceofhislifehere。Eightyearsitis,andeightsuchyearsasI

  canneverhopetohaveagain。SonowIhopeyou’llalllistentome“loudcheersof“Thatwewill“,“forI’mgoingtotalkseriously。You’reboundtolistentomeforwhat’stheuseofcallingme’pater,’andallthat,ifyoudon’tmindwhatIsay?

  AndI’mgoingtotalkseriously,becauseIfeelso。It’sajollytime,too,gettingtotheendofthehalf,andagoalkickedbyusfirstday“tremendousapplause,“afteroneofthehardestandfiercestday’splayIcanrememberineightyears。“

  Franticshoutings。“TheSchoolplayedsplendidly,too,Iwillsay,andkeptituptothelast。Thatlastchargeoftheirswouldhavecarriedawayahouse。IneverthoughttoseeanythingagainofoldCrabthere,exceptlittlepieces,whenI

  sawhimtumbledoverbyit。“Laughterandshouting,andgreatslappingonthebackofJonesbytheboysnearesthim。“Well,butwebeat’em。“Cheers。“Ay,butwhydidwebeat’em?

  Answermethat。“Shoutsof“Yourplay。““Nonsense!’Twasn’tthewindandkick-offeither——thatwouldn’tdoit。’Twasn’tbecausewe’vehalfadozenofthebestplayersintheschool,aswehave。Iwouldn’tchangeWarner,andHedge,andCrab,andtheyoungun,foranysixontheirside。“Violentcheers。“Buthalfadozenfellowscan’tkeepitupfortwohoursagainsttwohundred。Whyisit,then?I’lltellyouwhatIthink。It’sbecausewe’vemorerelianceononeanother,moreofahousefeeling,morefellowshipthantheSchoolcanhave。Eachofusknowsandcandependonhisnext-handmanbetter。That’swhywebeat’emto-day。We’veunion,they’vedivision——there’sthesecret。“Cheers。“Buthow’sthistobekeptup?How’sittobeimproved?That’sthequestion。ForItakeitwe’reallinearnestaboutbeatingtheSchool,whateverelsewecareabout。

  IknowI’dsoonerwintwoSchool-housematchesrunningthangettheBalliolscholarshipanyday。“Franticcheers。

  “Now,I’masproudofthehouseasanyone。Ibelieveit’sthebesthouseintheschool,outandout。“Cheers。“Butit’salongwayfromwhatIwanttoseeit。First,there’sadealofbullyinggoingon。Iknowitwell。Idon’tpryaboutandinterfere;thatonlymakesitmoreunderhand,andencouragesthesmallboystocometouswiththeirfingersintheireyestellingtales,andsoweshouldbeworseoffthanever。It’sverylittlekindnessforthesixthtomeddlegenerally——youyoungstersmindthat。You’llbeallthebetterfootballplayersforlearningtostandit,andtotakeyourownparts,andfightitthrough。Butdependonit,there’snothingbreaksupahouselikebullying。Bulliesarecowards,andonecowardmakesmany;

  sogood-byetotheSchool-housematchifbullyinggetsaheadhere。“Loudapplausefromthesmallboys,wholookmeaninglyatFlashmanandotherboysatthetables。“Thenthere’sfuddlingaboutinthepublic-house,anddrinkingbadspirits,andpunch,andsuchrot-gutstuff。Thatwon’tmakegooddrop-

  kicksorchargersofyou,takemywordforit。Yougetplentyofgoodbeerhere,andthat’senoughforyou;anddrinkingisn’tfineormanly,whateversomeofyoumaythinkofit。

  “OneotherthingImusthaveawordabout。Alotofyouthinkandsay,forI’veheardyou,’There’sthisnewDoctorhasn’tbeenheresolongassomeofus,andhe’schangingalltheoldcustoms。Rugby,andtheSchoolhouseespecially,aregoingtothedogs。Standupforthegoodoldways,anddownwiththeDoctor!’NowI’masfondofoldRugbycustomsandwaysasanyofyou,andI’vebeenherelongerthananyofyou,andI’llgiveyouawordofadviceintime,forIshouldn’tliketoseeanyofyougettingsacked。’DownwiththeDoctor’s’easiersaidthandone。You’llfindhimprettytightonhisperch,Itakeit,andanawkwardishcustomertohandleinthatline。Besidesnow,whatcustomshasheputdown?Therewasthegoodoldcustomoftakingthelinchpinsoutofthefarmers’andbagmen’sgigsatthefairs,andacowardly,blackguardcustomitwas。Weallknowwhatcameofit,andnowondertheDoctorobjectedtoit。

  Butcomenow,anyofyou,nameacustomthathehasputdown。“

  “Thehounds,“callsoutafifth-formboy,cladinagreencutawaywithbrassbuttonsandcordtrousers,theleaderofthesportinginterest,andreputedagreatriderandkeenhandgenerally。

  “Well,wehadsixorsevenmangyharriersandbeaglesbelongingtothehouse,I’llallow,andhadhadthemforyears,andthattheDoctorputthemdown。Butwhatgoodevercameofthem?

  Onlyrowswithallthekeepersfortenmilesround;andbig-sidehare-and-houndsisbetterfuntentimesover。Whatelse?“

  Noanswer。

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