too often the foes of work. Hence we have usually to go to
out-of-the-way corners of the country for our hardest
brain-workers. Contact with the earth is a great restorer of
power; and it is to the country folks that we must ever look for
the recuperative power of the nation as regards health,
vigour,
and manliness.
Bain
bridge is a
remote country village,
situated among the high
lands or Fells on the north-western border of Yorkshire. The
mountains there send out great projecting buttresses into the
dales; and the waters rush down from the hills, and form
waterfalls or Forces, which Turner has done so much to
illustrate. The river Bain runs into the Yore at Bain
bridge,
which is
supposed to be the site of an old Roman station. Over
the door of the Grammar School is a mermaid, said to have been
found in a camp on the top of Addleborough, a remarkable
limestone hill which rises to the south-east of Bain
bridge. It
is in this grammar-school that we find the subject of this little
autobiography. He must be allowed to tell the story of his
life--which he describes as ' Work: Good, Bad, and Indifferent'
--in his own words:
"I was born on November 20th, 1853. In my
childhood I suffered
from ill-health. My parents let me play about in the open air,
and did not put me to school until I had turned my sixth year.
One day, playing in the shoemaker's shop, William Farrel asked me
if I knew my letters. I answered 'No.' He then took down a
primer from a shelf, and began to teach me the
alphabet, at the
same time
amusing me by likening the letters to familiar objects
in his shop. I soon
learned to read, and in about six weeks I
surprised my father by
reading from an easy book which the
shoemaker had given me.
"My father then took me into the school, of which he was master,
and my education may be said fairly to have begun. My progress,
however, was very slow
partly owing to ill-health, but more, I
must
acknowledge, to
carelessness and inattention. In fact,
during the first four years I was at school, I
learnt very little
of anything, with the
exception of reciting verses, which I
seemed to learn without any
mental effort. My memory became very
retentive. I found that by attentively
reading half a page of
print, or more, from any of the school-books, I could repeat the
whole of it without
missing a word. I can scarcely explain how I
did it; but I think it was by paying
strict attention to the
words as words, and forming a
mental picture of the paragraphs as
they were grouped in the book. Certain, I am, that their sense
never made much
impression on me, for, when questioned by the
teacher, I was always sent to the bottom of the class, though
apparently I had
learned my exercise to perfection.
"When I was twelve years old, I made the
acquaintance of a very
ingenious boy, who came to our school. Samuel Bridge was a born
mechanic. Though only a year older than myself, such was his
ability in the use of tools, that he could
construct a model of
any machine that he saw. He awakened in me a love of mechanical
construction, and together we made models of colliery
winding-frames, iron-rolling mills, trip-
hammers, and
water-wheels. Some of them were not mere toys, but
constructed
to scale, and were really good
working models. This love of
mechanical
construction has never left me, and I shall always
remember with
affection Samuel Bridge, who first taught me to use
the
hammer and file. The last I heard of him was in 1875, when
he passed his
examination as a
schoolmaster, in honours, and was
at the head of his list.
"During the next two years, when between twelve and fourteen, I
made
comparatively slow progress at school. I remember having to
write out the fourth
commandment from memory. The teacher
counted twenty-three mistakes in ten lines of my
writing. It
will be seen from this, that, as regards
learning, I continued
heedless and
backward. About this time, my father, who was a