The Early Life of Mark Rutherford (W. Hale White)White, William Hale
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The Early Life of Mark Rutherford (W. Hale White)
White, William Hale
White, William Hale, 1831-1913 -- Childhood and youth
In the winter, fishing and boating and swimming gave way to skating. The
meadows for miles were a great lake, and there was no need to take off
skates in order to get past mills and weirs. The bare, flat Bedfordshire
fields had also their pleasures. I had an old flint musket which I found
in an outhouse. I loaded it with hard peas, and once killed a sparrow.
The fieldfares, or felts, as we called them, were in flocks in winter,
but with them I never succeeded. On the dark November Wednesday and
Saturday afternoons, when there was not a breath of wind, and the fog
hung heavily over the brown, ploughed furrows, we gathered sticks,
lighted a fire, and roasted potatoes. They were sweet as peaches. After
dark we would “go a bat-fowling”, with lanterns, some of us on one side
of the hedge and some on the other. I left school when I was between
fourteen and fifteen, and then came the great event and the great blunder
of my life, the mistake which well-nigh ruined it altogether. My
mother’s brother had a son about five years older than myself, who was
being trained as an Independent minister. To him I owe much. It was he
who introduced me to Goethe. Some time after he was ordained, he became
heterodox, and was obliged to separate himself from the Independents to
whom he belonged. My mother, as I have already said, was a little weak
in her preference for people who did not stand behind counters, and she
desired equality with her sister-in-law. Besides, I can honestly declare
that to her an Evangelical ministry was a sacred calling, and the thought
that I might be the means of saving souls made her happy. Finally, it
was not possible now to get a living in Bedford as a bookseller. The
drawing class in the school was fairly good, and I believe I had profited
by it. Anyhow, I loved drawing, and wished I might be an artist. The
decision was against me, and I was handed over to a private tutor to
prepare for the Countess of Huntingdon’s College at Cheshunt, which
admitted students other than those which belonged to the Connexion,
provided their creed did not materially differ from that which governed
the Connexion trusts.
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