I was born and reared in a little town of Frostburg,Maryland,way out west from baltimore in
Allegheny County.That was mining country,and most boys by time had half their growth would be digging coal and coughing dust.I guess you'd say i was lucky, all things considered,as my pa was Frostburg's blacksmith and we did passable.
"i won't have to my eldesr scracthing coal from these hills,"Pa told MR.Havers, The schoolmaster, one day when he thought i was out of hearing."Ransom's quick. Does my accounts already, and he's not much past twelve.
"and frail for a miner,"Mr. Havers agreed."smallish.
But just let the toher boys have him!They find him game,James![Mr.Haver]No sortage of fortridude to him. He writes a fair hand too,and he read's through the library.I have to send him to Cumberland for books.He puts the others shame."[Pust add getting tired]i will add tommorow sometime
