“Not done anything at geography! And the boy getting quite robust now! I
am astonished, Mr. Sutherland. Why, when he was a mere child, he could
repeat all the counties of England.”
“Perhaps that may be the reason for the decided distaste he shows for it
now, Mr. Arnold. But I will begin to teach him at once, if you desire it.”
“I do desire it, Mr. Sutherland. A thorough geographical knowledge is
essential to the education of a gentleman. Ask me any question you please,
Mr. Sutherland, on the map of the world, or any of its divisions.”
Hugh asked a few questions, which Mr. Arnold answered at once.
“Pooh! pooh!” said he, “this is mere child’s play. Let me ask you some,
Mr. Sutherland.”
His very first question posed Hugh, whose knowledge in this science was
not by any means minute.
“I fear I am no gentleman,” said he, laughing; “but I can at least learn
as well as teach. We shall begin to-morrow.”
“What books have you?”
“Oh! no books, if you please, just yet. If you are satisfied with Harry’s
progress so far, let me have my own way in this too.”
“But geography does not seem your strong point.”
“No; but I may be able to teach it all the better from feeling the
difficulties of a learner myself.”
“Well, you shall have a fair trial.”
Next morning Hugh and Harry went out for a walk to the top of a hill in
the neighbourhood. When they reached it, Hugh took a small compass from
his pocket, and set it on the ground, contemplating it and the horizon
alternately.
“What are you doing, Mr. Sutherland?”
“I am trying to find the exact line that would go through my home,” said
he.
“Is that funny little thing able to tell you?”
“Yes; this along with other things. Isn’t it curious, Harry, to have in my
pocket a little thing with a kind of spirit in it, that understands the
spirit that is in the big world, and always points to its North Pole?”
“Explain it to me.”
“It is nearly as much a mystery to me as to you.”
“Where is the North Pole?”
“Look, the little thing points to it.”
“But I will turn it away. Oh! it won’t go. It goes back and back, do what
I will.”
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