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though many of the stories about them are much taller. The fine new schoolhouse you so well describe - set on a hill, in
sight of the mountains, nearer the sea than any other in the city brings to mind the two I attended when a boy in Scotland.
They were one-room buildings, both stood much nearer the sea than yours, one of them so near that at high tide the waves seemed
to be playing tag on our play ground stone wall, running up the sandy shore perhaps just touching the base of the wall hurrying
back. But sometimes in wild storms the tops of the waves came surging over the wall into the play ground, while the finer
spray flying on the roaring gale drenched washed the school house itself - These great gray roaring booming storms were glorious
sights, but we were taught to pity the poor sailors, for many good ships were wrecked driven ashore by them