And there were just two things in life that Whitey was mortally afraid of--one was girls and the other was school.
Some persons regard the Indians as a cruel and heartless race.

I do not hold with this opinion, but I am bound to state what Whitey's friend Injun did now.

He grinned--actually grinned.

Whitey gave him a sad, reproachful look, and with his package of lunch under his arm, slouched into the schoolhouse.
It is needless to follow Whitey into this seat of learning.

If this were a record of the torments and horrors he underwent during his boyhood days, it might be well to describe this period at length.