Chapter Seventeen
Swineland
The last, lowest and most dreaded stop in the training cycle at the school was the low lying area on the edge of the woods where there were four one-story wooden buildings constructed many years ago and nearly hidden by the overhanging limbs of the ancient oak and maple trees. This was a place to be avoided at all costs and the students knew enough about it to almost always reform whatever objectionable habits they had with the threat of being sent here, to this horrid destination of no return. The land around the buildings was devoid of any other vegetation, the ground being in a constant state of either deep mud and rocks or bound in a hard, icy freeze. When spring brought the thaw, these barren fields were the last to soften up. By late spring they were a s
