from to fill it--walking through winter-snows, through
summer-muds, for two, three, four miles or more to get
their meagre share of the accumulated knowledge of the
world. And the teacher! Was it the money? Could it be
when there were plenty of schools in the thickly settled
districts waiting for them? I knew of one who had come
to this very school in a car and turned right back when
she saw that she was expected to live as a boarder on a
comfortless homestead and walk quite a distance and teach
mostly foreign-born children. It had been the money with
her! Unfortunately it is not the woman--nor the man
either, for that matter--who drives around in a car, that
will buckle down and do this nation's work! I also knew
there were others like myself who think this backwoods
bushland God's own earth and second only to Paradise--but
few! And these young girls that quake at their loneliness
and yet go for a pittance and fill a mission! But was
not my wife of their very number?

I started up. Peter was walking along. But here, somewhere,
there led a trail off the grade, down through the ditch,
and to the northeast into the bush which swallows it up
and closes behind it. This trail needs to be looked for
even in daytime, and I was to find it at night! But by
this time starlight began to aid. Vega stood nearly
straight overhead, and Deneb and Altair, the great autumnal
triangle in our skies. The Bear, too, stood out boldly,
and Cassiopeia opposite.

I drew in and got out of the buggy; and walking up to