and the saddle-bags in which he kept his wardrobe and whatever he
possessed besides. He didn't own a box. On his horse, with his saddle-
bags behind him, he would journey about the land, visiting all the
English, Scotch, and Irish settlers, who were mostly sheep-farmers,
but religiously avoiding the houses of the natives. With the natives
he could not affiliate, and not properly knowing and incapable of
understanding them he regarded them with secret dislike and suspicion.
And by and by he would find a house where there were children old
enough to be taught their letters, and Mr. Trigg would be hired by the
month, like a shepherd or cowherd, to teach them, living with the
family. He would go on very well for a time, his failings being
condoned for the sake of the little ones; but by and by there would be
a falling-out, and Mr. Trigg would saddle his horse, buckle on the
saddle-bags, and ride forth over the wide plain in quest of a new
home. With us he made an unusually long stay; he liked good living and
comforts generally, and at the same time he was interested in the
things of the mind, which had no place in the lives of the British
settlers of that period; and now he found himself in a very
comfortable house, where there were books to read and people to
converse with who were not quite like the rude sheep- and cattle-
farmers he had been accustomed to live with. He was on his best
behaviour, and no doubt strove hard and not unsuccessfully to get the
better of his weaknesses. He was looked on as a great acquisition, and
made much of; in the school-room he was a tyrant, and having been
forbidden to punish us by striking, he restrained himself when to
thrash us would have been an immense relief to him. But pinching was
not striking, and he would pinch our ears until they almost bled. It
was a poor punishment and gave him little satisfaction, but it had to
serve. Out of school his temper would change as by magic. He was then
the life of the house, a delightful talker with an inexhaustible fund