The Teacher of Mississippi
The rain came early that spring, as it always did, and by the time Silas DuBois arrived at the schoolhouse, the creek had already swallowed the footpath. He waded through the brown water, his satchel held above his head, and climbed the steps to the porch where twelve children waited in various states of dampness and patience. The roof leaked in three places. Silas had put buckets beneath two...
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