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he stuck it at the side of the paper. noise. The people in the next cottage Then, taking a round rubber seal, he must n't hear us.' made two imprints over the photograph. We were ready in a few minutes. My The seal was a red one, with the same entire baggage was a small parcel that inscription inside the periphery that went into my pocket, containing a pair was printed at the head of the paper. of socks, one or two handkerchiefs, and The inner space of the seal consisted of some dry biscuit. In my other pocket the five-pointed Bolshevist star, with a I had the medicine bottle of whiskey mallet and a plough in the centre. I had hidden from Melnikoff, and some
“That is your certificate of service,' bread. said the Finn; 'we will give you a sec- One of the four Finns remained beond one of personal identification.' hind. The other three were to accom
Another paper was quickly printed pany me to the river. It was a raw and off with the words, 'The holder of this frosty November night, and pitch-dark. is the Soviet employee Joseph Ilitch Nature was still as death. We issued Afirenko, aged 36 years. This paper silently from the house, the cadaverous was unnecessary in itself, but two‘doc- man leading. One of the men followed uments' were always better than one. behind, and all carried their rifles ready
It was now after midnight, and the leader of the Finnish patrol ordered us We walked stealthily along the road to lie down for a short rest. He threw the Finn had pointed out to me on himself on a couch in the eating-room. paper overnight, bending low where no There were only two beds for the re- trees sheltered us from the Russian maining four of us, and I lay down on bank. A few yards below, on the right, one of them with one of the Finns. I I heard the trickling of the river. We tried to sleep, but could n't. I thought soon arrived at a ramshackle villa, of all sorts of things — of Russia in the standing on the river-bank, surrounded past, of the life of adventure I had by trees and thickets. Here we stood elected to lead for the present, of the stock-still for a moment, to listen for morrow, of friends still in Petrograd any unexpected sounds. The silence who must not know of my return - if was absolute. But for the trickling of I got there. I was nervous, but the the river, there was not a rustle. dejection that had overcome me in the We descended to the water under train was gone. I saw the essential hu- cover of the tumble-down villa and the mor of my situation. The whole ad- bushes. The stream was about twenty venture was really one big exclamation paces wide at this point. Along both mark. Forsan et hæc olim
banks there was an edging of ice. I
looked across at the opposite side. It IV
was open meadow, but the trees loomed
darkly a hundred paces away on either The two hours of repose seemed hand and in the background. On the interminable. I was afraid of three left I could just see the cottage of the o'clock, and yet I wanted it to come Red patrol, against which the Finns quicker, to get it over. At last a shuf- had warned me. fling noise approached from the neigh- The cadaverous man took
his staboring room, and the cadaverous Finn tion at a slight break in the thickets. prodded each of us with the butt end A moment later he returned and anof his rifle. “Wake up,' he whispered; nounced that all was well. “Remember,' 'we'll leave in a quarter of an hour. No he enjoined me once again, in an under
tone, 'run slightly to the left, but — that ran obliquely down the slope of the keep an eye on that cottage.'
meadow. Being already wet, I did not He made a sign to the other two, and suffer by wading through it. Then I from the bushes they dragged out a reached some garden fences, over which boat. Working noiselessly, they at- I climbed, and found myself in the road. tached a long rope to the stern and laid Convincing myself that the road was a pole in it. Then they slid it down the deserted, I crossed it and came out on bank into the water.
to the moors, where I found a half‘Get into the boat,' whispered the built house. Here I sat down to await leader, ‘and push yourself across with the dawn
the dawn – blessing the man who in
the pole. And good luck!
vented whiskey, for I was very cold. I shook hands with my companions, It began to snow, and, half-frozen, I pulled at my little bottle of whiskey, got up to walk about and study the and got into the boat. I started push- locality as well as I could in the dark. ing, but with the rope trailing behind, At the cross-roads near the station I it was no easy task to punt the little discovered some soldiers sitting round bark straight across the running stream. a bivouac fire, so I retreated quickly I was sure I should be heard, and had in to my half-built house and waited till midstream the sort of feeling I should it was light. Then I approached the imagine a man has as he walks his last station, with other passengers. At the walk to the gallows. At length I was at gate a soldier was examining passports. the farther side, but it was quite im I was not a little nervous when showing possible to hold the boat steady while I mine for the first time; but the examilanded. In jumping ashore, I crashed nation was a very cursory one. The solthrough the thin layer of ice. I scram- dier seemed only to be assuring himself bled out and up the bank, and the boat that the paper had a proper seal. He was hastily pulled back to Finland be passed me through and I went to the hind me.
ticket-office and demanded a ticket. ‘Run hard!' I heard a low call from ‘One first class to Petrograd,' I said over the water behind me. D— it, boldly. the noise of my splash had reached the "There is no first class by this train, Red patrol! I was already running only second and third.' hard when I saw a light emerge from 'No first? Then give me a second.' the cottage on the left. I forgot the in- I had asked the Finns what class I junctions as to direction, and simply ought to travel, expecting them to say bolted away from that lantern. Half- third. But they replied, first, of course, way across the sloping meadow I drop- for it would be strange to see an emped and lay still. The light moved rap- ployee of the Extraordinary Commisidly along the river bank. There was sion traveling other than first class. shouting, and then suddenly two shots; Third class was for workers and peasbut there was no reply from the Finnish ants. side. Then the light began to move The journey to Petrograd was about slowly back toward the cottage of the twenty-five miles, and, stopping at Red patrol, and finally all was silent every station, the train took nearly two again.
hours. As we approached the city, the I lay motionless for some time, then coaches filled up, until people were rose and proceeded cautiously. Having standing in the aisles and on the platmissed the right direction, I found that forms. There was a crush in the FinI had to negotiate another small stream land station at which we arrived. The
examination of papers was again merely of the common crowd. That was it cursory. I pushed out with the throng, one of the common crowd. I wanted, not and looking around me on the dirty the theories of theorists, or the docrubbish-strewn station, I felt a curious trines of doctrinaires, but to see what mixture of relief and apprehension. the greatest social experiment the world
My life, I suddenly realized, had had has ever seen did for the common crowd. an aim — it was to stand here on the And, strangely buoyant, I stepped lightthreshold of the city that was my home, ly out of the station into the familiar homeless, helpless, and friendless, one streets.
The people were astonished, for he Isaiah had dealt earlier with these taught them as one having authority, things; and one rises from that prophet and not as those who had gone to col- wondering what more can be said, how lege (unauthorized translation). They better said. Yet Isaiah never spake like were astonished that every reference the man of this Sermon. This man had to their sacred books was to contradict the books of Isaiah, but he went behind them; that over against their hitherto the books with his observations, as subunquestioned authority he should set stance goes behind shadow, appealing himself in authority; that these ob- from the books direct to life and nature. vious things he said should be so true, Life and nature are still the source of so astonishingly new and true: homely, originality, the sole seat of authority. familiar things, not out of books, but Books make a full man. It is life and out of life and nature.
nature that give him authority. But Except for a faint echo of Isaiah and life and nature are little reckoned with the Psalmist, and some half dozen refer- in formal education;small credit is given ences to Old Testament law (which he them in the classroom; yet authority, cited to refute), all the matter in the authorship, — poet and prophet, are Sermon on the Mount is from common the glory of education. Or is it the end life and the out-of-doors: the house on of education to produce the scribe? the rock; the good tree and the evil Neither scribe nor author is the end fruit; the false prophet; the straight of our school education; but that avergate; the son who asks a fish; the pearls age intelligence upon which democrabefore the swine; the lilies of the field
Not scribe but citizen, not - familiar matter, and commonplace, author but voter, is the business of the but suddenly new with meaning, and school, the true end of its course of startling with authority.
study. The schools are the public's, con
cerned with the public, with the educa- utterance, deeply human, deeply religtion of living together. There are sev- ious, and as fresh and daring as the eral educations, however: one, in the dawn. Such utterance may come unpublic school, for democracy; another, taught. But if the conscious power for
; in and out of school, for individuality; such utterance is the possession of the and another distinct and essential edu- few, the instinct for it and the joy in it cation, in life and nature, for authority is a quality of all human minds. Deep
as great a national need as democ- er within us than our conscious mind, racy. We need peace and prosperity, deeper than our subconscious mind, and liberty, and the pursuit of happi- this instinct for utterance is the essence ness; but quite as much does this na- of the unconscious, the inmost, mind, tion need vision to walk in truth and whose substance is the flux of all origbeauty. Where there is no vision, the inals. We can all utter, create, make; people perish.
and we should have in our education Can we educate for vision? teach men the raw materials out of which new authority — to preach a Sermon on the things are made. Mount? to land on Plymouth Rock? to There were other boys in Nazareth, write a Walden Pond? to be an Abra- who had the books, the work-bench, the ham Lincoln ? to dare a league of na- village street and the lonely hills, withtions? These are visions, daring, dan- out acquiring authority. This single gerous visions, not out of books, but boy was different. So is every boy - — new, out of life and nature. We must Yet no matter how different this pareducate for vision for dreams and ticular boy, the significant thing is that deeds that are without precedent. He had for teachers the humble people,
But not in school. Thoreau and Cy- work with tools, the solemn, silent hills, , rus Dallin went to school, yet they went and a few beautiful, intensely spiritual to nature more. Jesus went little to books, and that out of this teaching school. He knew a few great books pro- He learned to speak with authority. foundly; but he was not bound out to So it was with Lincoln: the very same books for an education. It is hardly books, work with his hands, elemental strange that the schools should make people, the lonely backwoods. Linnothing of this. It is passing strange, coln and Edward Everett were differhowever, that we parents, dreaming ent; not so different in genius, however, dreams for our children, should send as in education. 'Lincoln,' says a biogthem to school for their whole educa- rapher, 'was a self-made man, in whom tion, getting no hint from an opposite genius triumphed over circumstance.' course that was found fit for Jesus. I should rather say that of Everett, the
There were schools and books aplenty, accomplished scholar, Greek professor, and young Saul of Tarsus had them, President of Harvard College, Governor and had Gamaliel for his teacher. The of Massachusetts, editor, senator, forboy in Nazareth had a few great books eign minister, who, in spite of all this of poetry and prophecy; He had his circumstance, was something of an school, too, but it was the carpenter's orator. But standing beside Lincoln shop, the village street, the wild, lonely at Gettysburg, he spoke for an hour hills reaching off behind the town. This with this vast book-education, like the was his education; and there is none Scribes, leaving Lincoln, with his natbetter none other perhaps for ural education, to speak for five minauthority.
utes with authority. No, genius and cirSupreme utterance is always poetic cumstance in Lincoln were by chance joined together; conventional educa- faster by motor, that it seems that our tion happily did not put them asunder. existence in God must have been pre
It is not often so with genius. Chance natal, or might become possibly a postcannot get the consent of circumstance; mortem affair. nor to-day is there any match for con- Religion in education is strictly the vention. The trouble is too much school part of someone the parental part education and too little natural edu- of education, and no business of any cation. We limit education to the school. Is it because I fail that I seem school, as if the school were a whole to see all parents failing in religion? education! Neither Lincoln nor Ever. My children have not had what I had ett had a whole education. It is idle to in religion - not my Quaker grandspeculate on what Lincoln might have father certainly, who was lame and been, had his ancestors stayed in Hing- walked slowly, and so, I used to think, ham, where they landed, and had he and still think, more surely walked with gone to Derby Academy and to Har- God. My first memory of that grandvard. What actually happened on the father is of his lifting an adder out of Big South Fork of Nolin Creek is more the winding woodpath with his cane, significant. For here he was born, the saying, 'Thee must never hurt one of son of a carpenter, and he had for God's creatures' - an intensely religteachers his father's tools, the prairie, ious act, which to this day covers for the westering pioneers, the great river, me the glittering folds of the snake with the Life of Washington, Pilgrim's Pro- the care, and not the curse, of God. gress, Æsop, Shakespeare, and the Bible Years later I was at work in the
- the large electives that well cover Marine Biological Laboratory at Woods the course of natural education.
Hole. Dr. C. O. Whitman was lecturThis is the education for authority. ing. He had traced the development of A child cannot be educated for author- the cod's egg back to a single cell of ity on lesser books, with sophisticated jellied protoplasm, when he paused. people, with pointless play instead of 'Gentlemen,' he said, with dramatic work, with ordered lessons in school restraint, 'I can go no further. There is in place of the dear disorder of nature, that in this cell we call life. But the and her companionship, and his own microscope does not reveal it. We all soul's. The simple needs of authorship know what it does. But who knows have not changed.
what it is? Is it a form of motion? The theologian calls it God. I am not a
theologian. I do not know what life is.' II
He need not have been a theologian But what child nowadays has such only a very little child once, with teaching? Who looks after his natural his lame grandfather to tell him the education - his religion? As a factor snake is God's; and in those after years, in education, religion has almost ceased coming to the end of his great lecture to operate, notwithstanding the church on the embryology of the cod's egg, and schools. The sensitive spirit cannot to the greater mystery in that cell of livseek after God in school. It should have ing protoplasm, he would have spoken a universe — and have it all alone. As with authority. truly as ever do we live, and move, and It is not every child whose sleep is as have our being in God; but at this light as little Samuel's, whose dreams present moment we have so much more are stirred by strange voices as were of being in business, and move so much Joan of Arc's; but there are many more