“There is one student here who, at forty-five, has given up his position in business to begin in the lowest grade of study, with arithmetic, that he may receive an education.” “Yes, sir.” “So that you, with your youth, your three dollars, your opportunity, ought really to get along fairly well here.” “If you take me, sir?” “Do you think we would turn you off, young man?” “You mean that you’ll give me a chance, then?” I cried, in great exultation at his quiet words. At last a faint smile did untangle itself from his austere line. “You are already earning your board in the dining-hall, I understand.” “Yes, sir.” “That leaves merely the small item of tuition and room rent. I think that you will be able to find enough work about the campus and in the village to arrange for the payment of that. If not, you should be able to earn enough next summer to do it.” “Just the thing, sir,” I cried. “I’ll do it! Here is the first payment.” I handed him the three dollars. He waved his hand. “Keep them for necessities,” he said. “There is no hurry. God is back of us, young man, and will raise up friends for us. I want you to work hard and make of yourself a useful man in the world. We have no luxuries here. It is plain living and high thinking: the two essential equipments of manhood, I believe. If you will share our hardships faithfully and work hard, we welcome you to us. That is all. Now we will see about your list of studies.” After fifteen minutes’ appraisement of my intellectual attainments and of my intellectual aim, the President made me out a list of subjects with such diverse studies on it as: Beginning Grammar, Church history, elementary arithmetic, Jevon’s Logic, elementary Latin, typewriting and zoölogy! I hurried from the office, with the card, to attend my first class, the first real step in my higher education, the class in Church history! _Chapter V. Pungo Hall’s Occupants: Estes Who Planned to Take a Tent and Plant it in the Midst of the World’s Sin; of the Little Man Who Fled from the Chidings of a ‘D. D.’: of Calloused Hands and Showing How ‘Pa’ Borden was Beaten by the Grass Widower with the Long Hair_ Every scar that a sin may leave, every phase of ambition made possible in a democratic world, every type of dramatic character: these I found in Pungo Dormitory. As to a shelter from the world’s temptations had come firm-lipped, tense-browed men in middle life. As to the door which led into serviceable adventures, had come stout-hearted, finely-fibred but poor youths. Evangelical University meant more than a place where one could get a formal education. To some it meant a haven from a rough sea: a sea so rough, indeed, that but for the harbor must have wrecked them inevitably.