A young man sat by the roadside, milking. And as he milked, one drove up in her limousine1 and stopped and said unto him:
“Young man, why are you not at the front?”
The young man milked on, for that was the thing to do. Then, with still more slackers in her voice, the woman said a second time unto him:
“Young man, why are you not at the front?”
“Because, ma’am, the milk is at this end,” he answered.
And the chauffeur2, throwing the clutch of the limousine into third speed ahead, drove off, thinking.
But the young man milking had already thought. To milk is to think. If “darning is premeditated poverty,” then there is no saner3 occupation for human hands, none more thought-inducing, unless it be milking. Anyhow, when[106] the Great War came on, I went over to a neighbor’s and bought a cow; I made me a new milking-stool with spread sturdy legs; and I sat down to face the situation calmly, where I might see it steadily4 and whole. I had tried the professorial chair; I had tried the editorial chair; I had even tried that Siege Perilous5, the high-backed, soft-seated chair of plush behind the pulpit. I may never preach again; but if I do, it will be on condition that I sit on a three-legged milking stool instead of on that upholstered pillowy throne of plush.
Whence cometh wisdom? and where is the place of understanding? The flaming flambeaux on the Public Library say, “The light is in here”; the Φ B K key in the middle of the professorial waistcoat says, “It is in here.” But I say, let the flambeaux be replaced by round-headed stocking-darners, as the sign of premeditated poverty; and the dangling7 Key by a miniature milking-stool, as the symbol of the wisdom that knows which end of a cow to milk.
Not one of those students in the University who earned Φ B K last year knew how to milk, and only a few, I believe, of their professors.[107] One of these, with a Ph.D. from Germany, whose key had charmed his students across their whole college course, asked me what breed of cattle heifers were. Might not his teaching have been quite as practical, had there dangled8 from his watch-chain those four years, not this key to the catacombs of knowledge, but a little jeweled milking-stool?
I too might wear a key, especially as I came innocently by mine, having had one thrust upon me; still, as I was born on a farm, and grew up in the fields, and am likely to end my days as I have lived them, here in the woods, this Φ B K key does not fit the lock to the door of knowledge that opens widest to me.
I have read a little on the aorist tense, and on the Ygdrasyl tree; a little, I say, on many things, from the animal aardvark, here and there, to zythum, a soft drink of the ancient Egyptians, picking a few rusty9 locks with this skeleton key; but the doors that open wide at my approach are those to my house, my barn, and the unwithholding fields. I know the road home, clear to the end; I know profoundly to come in when it rains; and I move with absolute certainty to[108] the right end of the cow when it is time to milk.
I am aware of a certain arrogance10 in this, a show of pride, and that unbottomed pomp of those who wear the Φ B K key dangling at their vests,—as if I could milk any cow! or might have in my barn the world’s champion cow! I have only a grade Jersey11 in my barn; and as for milking heifers with their first calves—I have milked them. But breaking in a heifer is really a young man’s job.
So I find myself at the middle of my years, stripped of outward signs, as I hope I am inwardly purged13, of all vain shows of wisdom (quite too humble14, truly!), falling in as unnaturally15 as the birds with the fool daylight-saving plan, the ways of the sun, who knoweth his going down, being quite good enough for me.
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But how far run the ways of nature from the devious16 ways of men! The ways of Mullein Hill from the ways of a military camp! The Great War came and passed and left the earth a vast human grave. But through it all seedtime and[109] harvest came to Mullein Hill, leaving only more and more abundant life. The Great War is an illustration on the grandest scale of what man, departing from the simple ways of nature, will do to man. War is the logic17 of our present way of living. I am not concerned with war in this book, but with the sources of life and literature. I have a cure for war, however, here on Mullein Hill; and this cure is the very elixir18 of life and literature.
War could have destroyed, but it did not change, my going or coming here in the hills. My garden went on as it had for years gone on. There was a little more of it, for there was more need in the village; there was a little larger yield of its reasonableness and joy and beans. But I did not plough up my front lawn for potatoes. Years before I had provided myself with a back yard, and got it into tilth for potatoes, keeping the front lawn green for the cow.
Though she is only a grade Jersey, the cow is a pretty creature, and gives a rural, ruminant touch to our approach, along with the lilacs and the hens. Hitched19 here on the front lawn the cow suggests economy, too. She is more than[110] a wagon20 hitched to a star. She is a mowing21-machine, and a rake and tedder22, and a churn. The gods with her do my mowing, gather up and cure my hay, and turn it into cream.
Every cow gives some skim milk—which we need for the chickens, for cooking, and cottage cheese. Life is not all cream. If I speak of gods doing my chores, I will say they do not milk for me in the mornings, and that it is one of the boys who milks at night. A cow clipping your lawn is poetry and cream too, but caring for the creature is often skim milk and prose. Milking ought to be done regularly. Get a cow and you find her cud a kind of pendulum23 to all creation, the time to milk being synchronized24 twice daily to the stars.
I did not plant war-potatoes on my front lawn, partly because they would not grow there, and partly because, in times of peace, I had prepared for war-potatoes; and partly because I think a front lawn looks better in cows than in potatoes. If thou shouldst
“So live, that when thy summons comes to join
Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,
[111]—should we not all live so that, when war comes, we need not plough up the beds for potatoes where the portulaca and poppy ought to blow?
But what a confession27 here! When war comes! As if I expected war to come again! Many of us are fighting feebly against both the thought and the hideous28 thing. But many more are preparing for it. Our generals of the late war are going up and down the land preaching preparedness, as they always have. We learn nothing. They know everything. Their profession is war. Can a man lay down his life for a profession he does not believe in? The military men believe in war.
But so do we all as a people. War is the oldest, most honored profession in the world. In all of the fifty years of its history, the great University, of which, for almost half of that time, I have been a teacher, had never conferred an honorary degree. For fifty years it had carried a single laurel wreath in its hand to crown some honored head. Prophets came and went; poets came and went; scientists came and went; scholars came and went; but still the University,[112] dedicated29 to life and learning, waited with its single wreath a yet more honorable brow.
Then came Foch, the professional soldier. Study for nearly ten thousand students was suspended; a holiday was proclaimed; a great assembly was called; and here, with speech and song and academic garb30, with national colors mingling31 and waving palms, the laurel wreath was placed upon the soldier’s brow. And this University, founded in the name of the Prince of Peace, dedicated to Christian32 life and learning, crowned the profession of arms as it can crown no other profession, and gave its highest sanction to bloody33 war.
I do not fail of gratitude34 to Foch. I only stand in horror that he is, and had to be. I would have had the Nation at the pier35 to meet him, but clothed in sackcloth, and every citizen with ashes on his head. I, too, would have suspended study and work everywhere for an hour; and, stretching crape across the Arctic Circle till the sign of mourning hid Matamoras and Cape36 Sable37, I would have called an assembly of the continent, and begged this half of the[113] hemisphere to cry, “O God, the foolishness and futility38 of war!”
The Duty to Dig is older than the practice of war. It was designed to prevent war; and to-day it is the only biological remedy certain to cure war. I must not stop here to explain its therapeutics as applied39 to war, for I am dealing40 with another theme. But just before the war broke upon the world, I wrote an editorial for a paper I was serving, advocating that a hive of my bees be sent to the German Emperor and one also to the war lord of Austria. I had extra hives for the British Prime Minister, the Tiger of France, Mr. William Randolph Hearst, and Mr. Theodore Roosevelt. If I could have interested these gentlemen, and a few others, in bee-keeping, I could save the world from war.
The editorial and the offer of bees were both rejected by the careful editor. “I must stay strictly41 neutral,” was his timid excuse. At the very time I was writing, the Reverend Price Collier, a former Hingham preacher, was publishing a book called “Germany and the Germans,” in which he set forth43 the old theory of[114] military preparedness as a preventive of war. Speaking of the German army (this was in 1913), he says:
It is the best all-round democratic university in the world; it is a necessary antidote44 for the physical lethargy of the German race; it is essential to discipline; it is a cement for holding Germany together; it gives a much-worried and many-times-beaten people confidence; the poverty of the great bulk of its officers keeps the level of social expenditure45 on a sensible scale; it offers a brilliant example, in a material age, of men scorning ease for the service of their country; it keeps the peace in Europe; and until there is a second coming of a Christ of pity and patience and peace, it is as good a substitute for that far-off divine event as puzzled man has to offer.
It is a minister of the Gospel who makes this profound observation. But it sounds like our present Secretary of War, a banker, and like our present Commanding General, a professional soldier. Here is sure proof that the human race cannot learn the essential things, and so, is doomed46.
But I wish I might try my bees. This old hoax47 of preventing war by preparing men to fight has been so often tried! And we are at it again. But no nation has tried my simple and inexpensive substitute of bees and plough-shares,[115] and pruning48 hooks. They have tried, from time out of memory, to beat their swords and spears into garden tools, but a sword makes a mighty49 poor ploughshare. It has never been successfully done. The manufacturing process is wrong. It takes the temper out of good garden steel first to heat it in the fires of war. We must reverse the process: turn the virgin50 metal into garden steel first, and give every man a hoe, and a ploughshare, and a pruning hook; then he will never have need for sword and spear.
III
Instead of universal military training, I would advocate a hive of bees for everybody, or a backyard garden. A house should have both lawn and garden, even though the gooseberries crowd the house out to the roadside, where the human house instinctively51 edges to see the neighbors in their new pony-coats go by. Let my front door stand open; while over the back stoop the old-fashioned roses and the grape-vines draw a screen.
But give me a house with a yard rather than a hole in the wall, a city tenement52, or a flat. The[116] whole trend of society is toward the city, or camp, military, rather than agricultural. The modern city is a social camp. Life is becoming a series of mass movements, military maneuvers53, at the command of social leaders. Industry has long been militarized both in form and spirit, and is rapidly perfecting its organization. Today, 1923, there are more than a hundred different automobile54 manufacturing concerns in this country. Only those capable of “quantity production” will survive. Already the manufacturers see the entire industry reduced to five different concerns. This is strictly military, the making of society into a vast, and vaster machine, which, too great at last for control, will turn upon and crush its makers55.
We are all conscripted. The Draft Board of industrialism allows no exemptions57. The only way I see is to desert, to take to the woods, as I have done, to return individually to a simple, elemental manner of life out of the soil. But who can pay the social cost? Our social or camp psychology58 is better understood and more easily handled than the mind of the lone59 scout60 within us. We are gregarious61 by nature; we hunt in[117] packs, we collect into crowds. Yet we are selves, separate, single, each of us a cave-man as well as cliff-dweller, a Remus as well as a Romulus. The city-building brother killed his country brother. And the murder still goes on.
Out of a commentary on the Bible I take the following observation, partly for its charm, but also because it holds a profound truth:
God’s people from the earliest time had never been builders of cities. The earliest account of city-building is that of the city of Enoch by Cain, and all the subsequent mention of city-building is in connection with the apostate62 families of the earth, such as Nimrod and his descendants, the Canaanites and the Egyptians. Sodom is one of the earliest mentioned cities properly so called, and the story of it is not encouraging for the people of God.
But which is the city whose story is encouraging to the people of God? Not Boston’s, nor New York’s, nor London’s, nor Vienna’s. Vienna is starving; the country is bankrupt Austria’s governmental machine is a total wreck63; but the peasant goes his way, suffering little inconvenience, though the crown is not to-day worth the paper it is printed on. The peasant lives on the land, not on the bank; he gets his[118] simple life directly out of the soil instead of a pay envelope; he has no New York, New Haven64 and Hartford stock, worth one hundred and eighty-six dollars yesterday, and ten dollars to-day, to-morrow, and until he starves. He has a piece of land and, impossible as it sounds on paper, lives on it, and out of it, and in it, an almost independent life, as the wage-slave and the coupon-victim cannot live.
We shall face a famine, so long as our door-yards are all lawn in front and all garbage-can behind. We have farmers enough—one to every eight of our population, I believe—who might produce sufficient raw potatoes; but Aroostook County is barely contiguous to the United States, and such a barrage65 of frost was laid down across its borders this last winter that, if one brought potatoes out of Aroostook between December and March, he had to bear them in his bosom66.
Aroostook County is the greatest potato-patch in the world; the American imagination loves to hover67 over the tubered tracts68 of Aroostook, the richest county in the world; loves to feel that the world could be fed from Aroostook, were it not[119] for the triple alliance of the cold and the contiguity69 and a railroad that runs, if not like a broken tooth, then like a foot out of joint70, into these remote dreamlands of Maine.
Woe71 to them that go down to the railroads for help; and stay on engines and trust in empties, because they are many; and in officials, because they are very strong. Now the officials are men and not God, and their engines steel and not spirit. Why should a rational, spiritual human society trust its well-being72 to such paltry73 powers, when all the forces of nature are at its command?
I will put more trust in an acre of land than in a Continental74 Congress. I had rather have a hoe at my right hand than an army of bank presidents. Give me the rising and the setting sun, the four seasons, and the peasant’s portion; and you may have the portion of the president.
I said we have farmers enough to raise all we need. We have more than enough. We have more than enough bankers; more than enough automobile-makers; more than enough store-keepers; more than enough coal-miners; more than enough cooks and janitors75. But we have nowhere near enough landowners and peasants.[120] Nothing in the world would so straighten out society as to declare next year a Year of Jubilee76, and give every man, not a job, but his birthright, a piece of land.
We are over-organized and almost de-individualized. But the time must again come when every man shall dig and every woman spin, and every family build its own automobile, distill77 its own petrol, and work out its taxes on the road. We shall always hold to the social principle of the division of labor78—I plough for you; and you shoe my horse for me. But we have carried the principle, in our over-organization, to the point where a man’s whole part in the world’s work consists in putting on the left hind6 wheel of endless automobiles79.
An eight-hour day will not save that man. And he is typical of all men to-day. Only by his acceptance of the duty to dig can he be saved, and society with him. The principle of the division of labor has been misapplied: instead of specialization and the narrowing of each man’s portion, it should be applied broadly, multiplying his labors80. Work is creative; it is self-expression; and I should let no man do for me[121] what I can do. He robs me of living who robs me of doing.
The theory of present-day society—specialization, organization, combination, quantity production—is a fatal application of a perfectly81 sound principle. Six automobile combinations which in a year can destroy a hundred lesser82 combinations, can in another year destroy all but one of each other; and that remaining one, having nothing now to destroy, must turn and destroy itself.
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But I am concerned with life and literature. How does the organization of society affect books, admitting that it affects life? What is a book but a life?—and a more abundant life? Everybody who has lived has a book to write. But only those who have lived abundantly should write their books. Starve a nation spiritually, as ours is being starved; reduce its life to a mechanical routine; rob its labor of all creative quality, and how shall it write?
The duty to dig applies first to the spirit. There is sound economy in it if one’s political[122] economy is sound. I do not say money. Economy and money are not equivalent terms. I digged as a duty last year; and as a result I did not buy a potato from the “combine” in Maine; I nearly got on without a pound of beef from Chicago; and could have made my honey serve for Cuban sugar. The same amount of time spent putting left hind wheels on automobiles might have brought me more money, and so, more beef and potatoes and sugar, and so, more gout and rheumatism83. The duty to dig comprehends a great deal more than ordinary economy.
I would not imply that I can handle the Beef Trust and the potato pirates and the sugar barons84 with my humble hoe; or snap my fingers in the face of Standard Oil, and say, “Go to, I’ll have none of your twenty-eight-cent gas!” I do say that several million bee-keepers and potato-patchers, and hen-coopers, keeping busy in their back yards, as I keep busy in mine, could mightily85 relieve the railroad congestion86, and save gasoline, and cut in on the demand for Chicago beef and cold-storage eggs, and generally lower the high cost of living.
[123]It is not because there are “millions in it” that I would have the banker plant his back yard to beans. Thoreau planted two acres and a half to beans and potatoes (on a weak market, however), with a “pecuniary profit of $8.71?.” Here is no very great financial inducement to a busy banker, or to a ward12 boss. Still, who better than the ward boss or the banker could afford a private beanfield?
I say it is not for the sake of this $8.71? profit of Thoreau’s that we must dig; but rather for that chapter on the bean field in Walden Pond, which proves the real worth of digging.
There can hardly be a form of labor so elemental, so all-demanding, so abundantly yielding of the fruits of life, as digging. Yet there are those who doubt the wisdom of digging because things can be bought cheaper at the store; and those who question their right to dig when they can hire a man to dig for them; and there are those who hate to dig, who contemn87 duty, who, if they plant, will plant a piece of fallow land with golf-balls only, and hoe it with brassies, niblicks, cleeks, and spooners, saying with Chaucer’s Monk88:
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“... how shall the world be servèd?
Let Austyn have his swynk to his reservèd.”
Golf is an ancient game, no doubt, but not so old as gardening, though golf’s primordial89 club and vocabulary seem like things long left over, bits of that Missing-Link Period between our arboreal90 and cave-day past. Except for calling the cows from the meadow, or fighting in war, there is nothing we do that requires words and weapons, tools, instruments, implements92, utensils93, apparatus94, machinery95, or mechanisms96 so lacking in character and comeliness97 as the words and clubs of golf. The gurglings of infants seem articulate, even to unparental ears, compared with the jargon98 of golf; and as for billiard-cues, baseball-bats, pikes, spades, shillalahs, and teething-rings, they have the touch of poetry on them; whereas the golf-club was conceived and shaped in utter unimaginativeness.
Golf is not an ancient game: it has the mark of the Machine upon it; the Preadamites could not have figured the game out. Gardening, on the other hand, if we trust Holy Writ42, was an institution founded before the Fall, incorporated with the social order from the start—an inherent,[125] essential element in the constitution of human things:
Chief nourisher in life’s feast,”
—which civilization doth murder as Macbeth murdered sleep.
Golf belongs to civilization strictly, not to the human race, being one of life’s post-Edenic precautions, like psychopathic hospitals, jails, and homes for the feeble-minded. A golf course is a little-wanderers’ home; and if we must have golf courses, let their hazards be carefully constructed on worthless land, and let the Civil Service Board examine the caddies, whether they be fit guards for the golfers, lest some small boy be wasted who might have tended real sheep on Norfolk Downs or have weeded in a garden.
It is a duty to dig, to nail the Stars and Stripes to a lima-bean pole, and plant the banner square in the middle of the garden. Profits? pleasures? Both sorts will grow, especially the pleasures, which really are part of the profits, till they fairly smother100 the weeds; not the least of these being your sense of living and your right to live, which[126] comes out of actually hoeing your own row—a literal row of beans or corn or tomatoes.
Somebody must feed the soldiers; but nobody must needs feed me. It is not necessary that I live, however necessary I find it to eat; eating, like sleeping and breathing and keeping warm, being strictly a private enterprise that nobody but I need see as necessary or be responsible for.
The soldier must carry a shovel101 nowadays, but he will require a hoe, too, and a pruning hook, and a ploughshare, before he will be self-supporting. With such a kit102 war could support war forever, which is the Rathenau plan of war, with everything German left out, consequently everything of war left out. The soldier cannot feed himself. The crew of a battleship cannot be expected to catch their own cod103 and flounders. They must leave that to the trawlers, those human boats, with human crews who fish for a living. Men of the navy must die for a living. The captain of a United States destroyer, writing to his wife, says, “I think that the only real anxiety is lest we may not get into the big game at all. I do not think that any of us are[127] bloodthirsty or desirous of glory or advancement104, but we have to justify105 our existence.”
So does every human being; yet an existence that can be justified106 only by fighting and dying is too unproductive, too far from self-supporting, to warrant the sure calling and election of many of us. No Grand-Banker ever wrote so to his wife, though he might be returning with all his salt unwet; no college professor ever wrote so—not if he could get into his garden—in spite of his pupils, his college president, the trustees, and Mr. Carnegie’s Efficiency Board. Teaching may not justify a professor’s existence, though it ought to justify his salary; so, every time I start for the University, I put a dozen or two of eggs into my book-bag, that I may have a right to the tree of life, and may enter in through the gates into the city.
I am not independent of society. I do not wish to be independent. I wish to be debtor107 to all and have all debtors108 to me. But we buy too much and sell too much of life, and raise too little. We pay for all we get. Sometimes we get all we pay for, but not often; and if we never did, still life has so thoroughly109 adopted the[128] business standard, that we had rather keep on paying than trying to grow our way.
Business is a way of living by proxy110; money is society’s proxy for every sort of implement91 and tool. To produce something, however—some actual wealth, a pennyweight of gold-dust, a pound of honey, a dozen eggs, a book, a boy, a bunch of beets111; some real wealth out of the soil, out of my loins, out of my brains, out of my muscles and the sap of the maple112, the rains and sunshine and the soil, out of the rich veins113 of the earth or the swarming114 waters of the sea—this is to be; and to be myself, and not a proxy, is to lose my life and save it, and to justify my existence.
I have to buy a multitude of things—transportation, coal, dentistry, news, flour, and clothes. I have paid in money for them. I have also paid in real wealth, having given, to balance my charge on society, an equivalent in raw cabbage, pure honey, fresh eggs, and the like, from my own created store. I am doubtless in debt to society, but I have tried to give wealth for wealth, not the symbol of it merely; and last year, as I balanced my books, I think the world[129] was in debt to me by several bunches of beets. I do not boast of the beets, though they take me out of the debtor’s prison where most of us live. I can face the world, however, with those beets; I have gone over the top, have done my bit, with beets.
The oldest duty on the human conscience is the duty to dig. I am a college teacher, and that is an honorable, if futile115, profession. The Scriptures116 say: “He gave some, apostles; and some, prophets; and some, evangelists; and some, pastors117 and teachers”; but, before there were any such multifarious and highly specialized118 needs, it was said unto our first father: “Replenish the earth and subdue119 it”—a universal human need, a call to duty, from which no Draft Board of civilization can rightly exempt56 us.
Wealth is not created, not even increased, in trade. When was one pennyweight of gold on ’change by any magic metallurgy of trade made two pennyweight? The magic of the second pennyweight is the metallurgy of the pick and shovel and cradle rocking the shining sands of the Yukon. Real wealth is only circulated in trade. It comes from primal sources—from the[130] gold-fields, the cotton-fields, the corn-fields, the fir-clad sides of Katahdin, the wide gray waters of the Grand Banks, the high valleys of the sheeped Sierras, and from back yards, like mine, that bring forth thirty- and sixty- and an hundred-fold.
Give me a garden and the wages of hoeing my row. And if not a garden, then a little house of hens, a coop of pigeons, a colony of bees—even in the city I should keep bees, if I had to keep them in the attic121 or on the roof. Not every one can have a garden, but every one can either plant a tree, or raise one pig, or keep a cow or goat, or feed a few hens, or raise a flock of pigeons, or do something that will bring him personally into contact with real things, and make it possible for him to help pay his way with real wealth, and in part, at least, to justify his existence, and his book.
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