Having got my forty-four new village schools raised, and two thousand
four hundred children gathered into them, the next thing was to get
teachers. Where was I to find them? It had been difficult enough to
provide for the few schools of former years. ‘Take what you have and
you’ll never want,’ ‘God helps those who help themselves,’ are good
old sayings. On these I acted. There were a few old soldiers in the
district who knew the alphabet and understood discipline. I appointed
a number of them village schoolmasters at the enormous salary of one
shilling a month! That was poor pay, but then it was poor teaching; the
pay and the teaching were about equal. But my soldier-schoolmasters
earned their one shilling a month, and as they got no pay as soldiers
they were glad to get even one shilling a month; and I could have
got a hundred of them at that figure if I had wanted them. As I have
said, they earned their money; for they taught the alphabet well, and
they maintained discipline in the schools. This was of the greatest
importance, as it is utterly neglected in Malagasy families. I have
seen boys even in Britain whom I could have wished to place under my
soldier-schoolmasters for six months. They would have taught them what
discipline meant, and how to behave themselves.
[Illustration: ANALAKELY: CHURCH AND MARKET-PLACE.
THE PIAZZA, ANDOHALO.]
As an example of how well they taught discipline I may mention that one
day, after we had removed our station school up from the new church to
the new school-house in our own yard, I went down and found three boys
there after the school had been dismissed. I asked why they had not
gone home when the school broke up, and they replied that they had been
left, while the schoolmaster went to his dinner, to learn their lesson,
as they had not known it properly. I asked them if they had learned
it; they said they had, and I then asked for what they were waiting.
They said they were waiting for the schoolmaster to return from his
dinner to hear their lesson. These boys were sitting in an unfinished
school-house; it had neither doors nor windows, only the walls and the
roof, and yet they did not dream of running away.
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