We must remember the story
of the Maroons, because we cannot afford to ignore a single historic
fact which bears upon a question so momentous.
THE PROFESSOR'S STORY.
CHAPTER III.
MR. BERNARD TRIES HIS HAND.
Whether the Student advertised for a school, or whether he fell in with
the advertisement of a school-committee, is not certain. At any rate, it
was not long before he found himself the head of a large district, or,
as it was called by the inhabitants, "deestric" school, in the
flourishing inland village of Pequawkett, or, as it is commonly spelt,
Pigwacket Centre. The natives of this place would be surprised, if they
should hear that any of the readers of a periodical published in Boston
were unacquainted with so remarkable a locality. As, however, some
copies of this periodical may be read at a distance from this
distinguished metropolis, it may be well to give a few particulars
respecting the place, taken from the Universal Gazetteer.
"PIGWACKET, sometimes spelt Pequawkett. A post-village and
township in ---- Co.
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