One of the interesting happenings is my entanglement5 with Henry Beauchamp. The other is my experience in writing a new style of autobiography6. Such a departure grew out of my satiation with the orthodox style. I shall deal with the autobiography first. These notes are slightly and somewhat expurgatedly compiled from my diary.
I was at that stage of chrysalism when boys dream of becoming bushrangers, engine drivers, or champion pugilists. Nothing so garishly7 simple relieves a girl. I yearned8 to make the whole world into a beautiful place where there would be no sick and starving babies, where people of advancing years could be safe from penury9, where all the animals could be fat and happy, and even our little sisters, the flowers, might not be bruised10 or plucked against their wish. The prospect11 of settling down to act tame hen in a tin pot circle, and to acknowledge men as superior merely owing to the accident of gender13, revolted me.
Life among boys and girls at an institution such as the Stringybark Hill Public School, ere adolescence14 has arrived to mess things up, is a good example of democracy. There were no wealthy within competitive reach, money did not count to any extent, and beauty and birth did not count at all. We never heard of such things. Only the merit of brains and honesty weighed in the school room, and athletic15 prowess coupled with fair play on the playground.
Any sort of lessons except long addition sums were a joy and sinecure16 to me. On the playground, though small, I was fleet of foot and exceptionally agile17, could vault18 as high as any boy of my own age till I was twelve, and was always chosen as captain whether the game happened to be cricket, rounders or prisoners’ bar. A balance was preserved in my status by the fact that the dunces at lessons were always the best hats or runners outside, and that athletes when grown up had so much more glory than mere12 scholars.
I was impatient to be done with school so that I could take hold of life in the big world, I could not understand why people stayed in some lone19 hole with no more spunk20 in them than a mulch cow, while the universe elsewhere teemed21 with adventure.
I expected to continue in enjoyment22 of the friendship and affection of my fellows, working for and winning a high place in all the activities that I essayed. I thought that there would be any number of activities to choose from. I was sure of winning love and acclamation because I never cheated in a game or put on airs over my ascendancy23 in them, and eagerly shared anything and everything within my power.
Thus came the last day under the rule of the gentle old teacher in the little slab24 school house among the tall trees on the stringy bark range. Old Harris, as we called him behind his back, got drunk on occasion but was condoned25 by the kindly26 settlers because he knew and loved each child individually. He could bring what there was out of the thickest skulls27 and I rioted unrebuked and highly encouraged within his jurisdiction28. He had been educated at one of the great colleges in England. I don’t know which as he never mentioned it to the simple circle of Stringy-bark Hill. He was supposed to be related to big swells29 hut that likewise he never mentioned unless he was a bit tipply and some flash intruder was putting on airs. He had the manners of an angel, a dear kind face, and wouldn’t have harmed a grasshopper30. These qualifications earned him the protection of the rudest and crudest. He taught a mere handful of children the rudiments31 of education for less than £3 a week and boarded with a family who were industrious32, honest and kind, but could offer him no congeniality of mind or companionship of knowledge.
Ma condemned33 his fecklessness to be stuck there, but Pa would rub the top of his head—his own head—and remark, “At Old Harris’s age life boils down to a decent bed and a good feed, and those things are his.”
At the end of my last day with him he patted me on the shoulder—an unusual liberty for this diffident soul. He never seemed to have any egotism except when he was drunk. It must have been ingrowing like squeezed toenails. He made a little speech over me, the kind which youth accepts as drivel at the time, but which comes back vividly34 when youth has grown towards this drivelling knowledge itself. It returns to me now in the drivellage of my twentieth year, and here it is.
“Sybylla, you are a good girl—clean and true—and a gifted one to boot. You are as game as a young lion but I fear that the opposing forces will break your heart. You are a glad young thing now, but with your ability and temperament35, alas36, it will take more than ordinary conditions to keep you happy. You have a quicker brain than any scholar I ever had, but that will not help you unless you use it to hide the fact of its existence and to enhance your beauty; and of beauty you have ample to secure what would satisfy most of your sex, but which will never content you, so I might as well hold my tongue. At any rate, good fortune attend you. The old school house will be dull and lonely without you.”
I thought that he must have had a drop, but now when he is dead and six years have passed, I simply know that his experience of life was more than mine.
I was let out in advance and he stood looking after me as I swung down the path between the young trees which I had helped to plant on by-gone Arbor37 Days. Affection is a terribly binding38 thing. It always keeps me from breaking bonds, so I turned back every few steps to wave to the old man with a wistful regret that he was a finished chapter and that I could not take him with me into the glamorous39 young world towards which I was headed.
I had two miles to go by a short cut, which I followed for the joy of fallen logs to vault, and I sprang high every yard or two for the gum leaves that splashed their outline on the ground. The sky was a washing-bag blue with mountainous white clouds of thunderous splendour piled in the west. What a sunset it would be! I revelled40 in every scrap41 of beauty that came my way, and was excited to picture the beauty and adventure that I was going to broach42 beyond the ragged43 horizon to be seen from the tall fence post. The loveliest most thrilling thing in sight was the road that led from the front paddock to Goulburn, then on and on to Sydney—first port of call in my voyage of conquest. I climbed on to the garden post for a view before entering the house, my school days past.
“What are you doing there like a tom-boy?” inquired Ma. “You must change your ways now. The happiest days you’ll ever know are over—all play and no work and worry. You’ll find life a different matter.”
LIFE a different matter—I should hope so!—like a blue ocean of adventure calling with a deafening44 invitation to embark45.
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