[...] *John D. White--the school teacher-now, with his long beech switch always in his hand. It was not always the same one, either. Switches were brought in bundles, from a beech wood near the school house, by the boys for whose
benefit they were intended.* Often a whole bundle would be used up in a single day. I never had any hard feelings against my
teacher, either while attending the school, or in later years when reflecting upon my experience. Mr. White was a kindhearted man,
and was much respected by the community in which he lived. He only followed the universal custom of the period, and that under
which he had received his own education
In the winter of 1838-9 I was attending school at Ripley, only ten miles distant from Georgetown, but spent the Christmas holidays
at home. During this vacation my father received a letter from the Honorable Thomas Morris, then United States Senator from Ohio.
When he read it he said to me, "Ulysses, I believe you are going to receive the appointment." "What appointment?" I inquired. "TO
West Point; I have applied for it." "But I won't go," I sald.
To which of the senses do the lines in bold appeal? (10 points)
Seeing
Feeling
Hearing
Tasting