What important fact about Ichabod Crane comes to light in the passage?
The Legend of Sleepy Hollow
by Washington Irving (excerpt)
"Spare the rod and spoil the child."—Ichabod Crane’s scholars certainly were not spoiled.
I would not have it imagined, however, that he was one of those cruel potentates of the school, who joy in the smart of their subjects; on the contrary, he administered justice with discrimination rather than severity; taking the burden off the backs of the weak, and laying it on those of the strong. Your mere puny stripling, that winced at the least flourish of the rod, was passed by with indulgence; but the claims of justice were satisfied by inflicting a double portion on some little, tough, wrong-headed, broad-skirted Dutch urchin, who sulked and swelled and grew dogged and sullen beneath the birch. All this he called "doing his duty by their parents;" and he never inflicted a chastisement without following it by the assurance, so consolatory to the smarting urchin, that "he would remember it, and thank him for it the longest day he had to live."
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What important fact about Ichabod Crane comes to light in the passage?
A.
Ichabod was a just teacher who treated his students impartially.
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Ichabod was a good teacher who tried to do right by his students.
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Ichabod was a fair teacher who was misunderstood by his students.
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Ichabod was an unjust teacher who punished his students with prejudice.
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Answer:n the chest of one of those big coves which indent the eastern shore of the Hudson, at that broad (act of something getting bigger, wider, etc.) of the river named by the very old Dutch navigators the Tappan Zee, and where they always cautiously and wisely shortened sail and begged the protection of St. Nicholas when they crossed, there lies a small market town or (away from cities) port, which by some is called Greensburgh, but which is more generally and properly known by the name of Stay/be late Town. This name was given, we are told, in former days, by the good housewives of the (next to something else) country, from the stubborn/long-lasting natural tendency of their husbands to stay around about the village tavern on market days. Be that as it may, I do not absolutely promise the truth or realness of the fact, but only advert to it, for the benefit of being exact and real. Not far from this village, maybe about two miles, there is a little valley or rather lap of land among high hills, which is one of the quietest places in the whole world. A small brook glides through it, with just whisper enough to soothe/quiet one to rest; and the occasional whistle of a small bird or tapping of a woodpecker is almost the only sound that ever breaks in upon the uniform peace and calmness.
I remember that, when a young person, my first (bold or daring act) in squirrel-shooting was in a group (of trees) of tall walnut-trees that shades one side of the valley. I had wandered into it at noontime, when all nature is weirdly quiet, and was surprised by the roar of my own gun, as it broke the (religion-based day of rest) stillness around and was lengthy and echoed by the angry echoes. If ever I should wish for a retreat to where I might steal from the world and its (objects or
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