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When he woke up, in the morning, he thought it was glorious to be as free as the wild asses. So like them, he quenched his thirst at the brook. But when, towards noon, he could find nothing to eat, and his inside cavity seemed to enlarge with very emptiness, his hunger grew every minute. WHEN HE WOKE IN THE MORNING HE THOUGHT IT WAS GLORIOUS TO BE FREE AS A WILD ASS'S SO LIKE THEM HE QUENCHED HIS THIRST AT THE BROOK BUT WHEN TOWARDS NOON HE COULD FIND NOTHING TO EAT AND HIS INSIDE CAVITY SEEMED TO ENLARGE WITH VERY EMPTINESS HIS HUNGER GREW EVERY MINUTE
 school where lads were taught Latin and good manners. One of their pupils was a boy named Elidyr. He was such a poor scholar and he so hated books and loved play, that in his case spankings and whippings were almost of daily occurrence. Still he made no improvement. He was in the habit also of playing truant, or what one of the monks called "traveling to Bagdad." One of the consequences was that certain soft parts of his body--apparently provided by nature for this express purpose--often received a warming from his daddy. His mother loved her boy dearly, and she often gently chided him, but he would not listen to her, and when she urged him to be more diligent, he ran out of the room. The monks did not spare the birch rod, and soon it was a case of a whipping for every lesson not learned. One day, though he was only twelve years old, the boy started on a long run into the country. The further he got, the happier he felt--at least for one day. At night, tired out, he crept into a cave.  MONKS OF SAINT DAVID HAD A SCHOOL WHERE LADS WERE TAUGHT LATIN AND GOOD MANNERS ONE OF THEIR PUPILS WAS A BOY NAMED ELDIR HE WAS SUCH A POOR SCHOLAR AND HE SO HATED BOOKS AND LOVED TO PLAY THAT IN HIS CASE SPANKINGS AND WHIPPINGS WERE ALMOST A DAILY OCCURRENCE STILL HE MADE NO IMPROVEMENT HE WAS IN THE HABIT ALSO OF PLAYING TRUANT OR WHAT ONE OF THE MONKS CALLED TRAVELLING TO BAGDAD ONE OF THE CONSEQUENCES WAS THAT CERTAIN SOFT PARTS OF HIS BODY APPARENTLY PROVIDED BY NATURE FOR THIS EXPRESS PURPOSE OFTEN RECEIVED A WARMING FROM HIS DADDY HIS MOTHER LOVED HER BOY DEARLY AND SHE OFTEN GENTLY CHIDED HIM BUT HE WOULD NOT LISTEN TO HER AND WHEN SHE URGED HIM TO BE MORE DILIGENT HE RAN OUT OF THE ROOM THE MONKS DID NOT SPARE THE BIRCH ROD AND SOON IT WAS A CASE OF A WHIPPING FOR EVERY LESSON NOT LEARNED ONE DAY THOUGH HE WAS ONLY TWELVE YEARS OLD THE BOY STARTED ON A LONG RUN INTO THE COUNTRY THE FURTHER HE GOT THE HAPPER HE FELT AT LEAST FOR ONE DAY AT NIGHT TIRED OUT HE CREPT INTO A CAVE
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