Haviland's Chum
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Mitford Bertram. Haviland's Chum
Chapter One. The New Boy
Chapter Two. The Headmaster
Chapter Three. The Bully
Chapter Four. Concerning an Adventure
Chapter Five “Haviland’s chum.”
Chapter Six. The Haunted Wood
Chapter Seven. The Ghost
Chapter Eight. Jarnley again
Chapter Nine. Disaster
Chapter Ten. Brooding
Chapter Eleven. A Midnight Foray
Chapter Twelve. Tying Knots in Nick’s Tail
Chapter Thirteen. A Grim Tussle
Chapter Fourteen. The Bolt Falls
Chapter Fifteen. Sentence
Chapter Sixteen. Hunted
Chapter Seventeen. The Scream in the Forest
Chapter Eighteen. After Ten Years
Chapter Nineteen. Danger Signals
Chapter Twenty. Mushâd the slaver
Chapter Twenty One. Battle
Chapter Twenty Two. The Last Shot
Chapter Twenty Three. The Inswani
Chapter Twenty Four. Were They Prisoners?
Chapter Twenty Five. The King
Chapter Twenty Six. The End of Mushâd
Chapter Twenty Seven. A New Wonder
Chapter Twenty Eight. Conclusion
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The Reverend Nicholas Bowen, D.D., headmaster of Saint Kirwin’s, ruled that institution with a sway that was absolutely and entirely despotic. His aim was to model it on the lines of the greater public schools as much as possible, and to this end his assistant staff were nearly all university graduates, and more than half of them in Holy Orders. He was a great believer in the prefectorial system, and those of the school selected to carry it out were entrusted with large powers. On the other hand, they were held mercilessly responsible even for unconscious failures of duty, and on this ground alone the luckless Haviland had ample cause for his misgivings.
The outward aspect, too, of the Doctor was eminently calculated to command the respect of his juvenile kingdom. He was very tall and strongly built, and half a lifetime of pedagogic despotism had endowed him with a sternness of demeanour awe-inspiring enough to his charges, though when turned towards the outside world, as represented by his clerical colleagues for instance, it smacked of a pomposity bordering on the absurd. He had his genial side, however, and was not averse to the cracking of pedagogic jokes, at which he expected the form to laugh. It is almost unnecessary to add that the form never by any chance disappointed him.
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The interruption proceeded from the two smaller culprits, predestined to the rod on the morrow. Haviland looked up wrathfully.
“Sorry, are you, you young sweeps? So am I – sorry I didn’t ‘sock’ your heads off.”
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