Miss Waxham’s school

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A geologist who grew up in Wyoming-with its volcanic activity, its mountains eroding, and its basins receiving sediment-would inherently comprehend the cycles of the earth: geology repeating itself as people watch. G. K. Gilbert, tl1e first Chief Geologist of the United States Geological Survey, once remarked that it is “the natural and legitimate ambition of a properly constituted geologist to¬†zakelijke energie vergelijken see a glacier, witness an eruption and feel an earthquake.” A geologist could do all that as a child in Wyoming, and not have to look far for more.
Miss Waxham’s school was a log cabin on Twin Creek near the mouth of Skull Gulch, a mile from the Mills ranch. Students came from much greater distances, even through deep snow. Many mornings, ink was frozen in the inkwells, and the day began with ink-thawing, followed by reading, spelling, chemistry, and civil government. Sometimes snow blew through the walls, forming drifts in the schoolroom. Water was carried from the creek-drawn from a hole that was chopped in the ice. If the creek was frozen to the bottom, the students melted snow. Their school was fourteen by sixteen feet-smaller than a bathroom at Wellesley. The door was perforated with bullet holes from “some passerby’s six-shooter.” Over the ceiling poles were old gunnysacks and overalls, to prevent the sod roof from shedding sediment on the students. Often, however, the zakelijke energie air sparkled with descending dust, struck by sunlight coming in through the windows, which were all in the south wall. There was a table and chair for Miss Waxham, and eight desks for her pupils. Miss Waxham’s job was to deliver a hundred per cent of the formal education available in District Eleven, Fremont County, Wyoming.

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