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One day there came a young teacher about twenty-two years of age. He had a frail body and was not very large of stature, but a giant in backbone and character. He went to that little mountain school and wrote on the blackboard ten rules and the penalty for each. One rule was, “Thou shalt not steal,” and the penalty was ten lashes with the coat off.
One day after school had been going on a few weeks, the biggest test came. A young man in the class said, “Someone stole my lunch.”
The teacher said, “There is the rule on the board. If you steal, it is ten lashes with this leather whip with your coat off. Now, is there anyone here willing to own up to it? Your sins will find you out.”
Finally, in the back of the room a frail, bony, little boy with an old hand-me-down overcoat pinned with a rusty safety pin held up his hand.
The teacher said, “Jim, not you! You wouldn’t do that! The best boy in the class wouldn’t do that.”
Jim arose and came down and said, “I stole his lunch.” He went on to say, “Teacher, my daddy is dead, and my mother has tried to raise her family here in these mountains. We have nearly starved to death. I have been coming to school hungry, and I came today and was so hungry that I went and got his lunch and I ate it. I am guilty.”
The teacher said, “Jim, the hardest thing I have ever had to do is to lay this lash on you ten times. Now take off your coat.”
Little Jim looked up at that teacher and said, “Don’t make me take off my coat. Give me twenty lashes or thirty lashes, but don’t make me take off my coat,” standing there on a frosty fall day, barefoot.
But the teacher said, “The rule says coat off, ten lashes.”
Little Jim began to fumble with the little rusty safety pin. Finally he got it off and threw it back—no underclothes on his little upper body. He let that big coat drop to the floor and stood there barefoot, his little head bowed and the bones in his little shoulders showing.
It is said that as the teacher raised that lash, which would cut the blood right out of him, the boy who raised his hand and said, “My lunch was stolen,” jumped out of his seat, came up and pushed him away and said, “Teacher, don’t hit that kid! You will kill him. Lay his lashes on me!”
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