One day at one of these places where I was holding some extended
services, I said to the friendly Indians who were around me: "Would you
not like to read this Book for yourselves?" A chorus of hearty
affirmative answers, was the quick response. It did not take us long to
organise our school, for it was indeed a primitive affair. I was
fortunate in having a goodly number of syllabic Bibles, which, at a
great deal of trouble, we had brought with us in our canoe. We had
carried them across many a portage and had guarded them from injury in
many a storm. Not one person in that audience except my boatmen, knew a
letter or syllabic character. We had no primary books, which are
considered so essential in organising a school that has to begin at
first principles; we had not even a slate, pencil, paper, or blackboard.
However, "necessity is the mother of invention," and it was so here.
Near at hand was a huge rock that towered up like a house, one side of
it being as smooth as a wall. This constituted an admirable substitute
for a blackboard. Burnt sticks from the camp-fire, where our fish and
bear's meat had been cooked, were used as substitutes for chalk. (Our
smaller illustration shows thirty-six syllabic characters with their
names.)
After a few words of explanation the work of memorising the characters
began.
A, E, Oo, Ah. It was just like a lot of little children in a primary
school beginning with A, B, C. Over, and over again, we repeated them,
one after the other, until my mixed audience became familiarised with
the sounds. Thus we studied them for hours. At first the interest in
the work was very great, and from the old men of eighty, to the boys and
girls of six or eight the best of attention was paid. They seemed to
vie with one another in their efforts to see which could master them
most quickly.
After a time the interest flagged considerably, especially among the
older men, as to them, these characters alone, were as yet, unmeaning
sounds. Some of them got up and lit their pipes, and moving around,
divided their time between the lesson and the smoking. Of course I had
to let them smoke. I might have found it a difficult matter to have
stopped them if I had been so foolish as to have tried. So I told them
some pleasant stories, as we toiled on at our lesson, it was not many
hours before a number of my undisciplined pupils had a fairly good idea
of the names of the characters. Knowing that I could arouse the
interest of the most apathetic among them when I began to combine the
characters into words, I asked for their earnest attention while I
proceeded in my work.
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