I reckon he wasn’t always a school-teacher. Anyway, he’s a good Christian man, not young enough to have the girls makin’ sheep eyes at him.”

At this juncture Mr. Lynn returned with a slight, stoop-shouldered man whose thin, serious face showed both suffering and benevolence. He was introduced to Lucy, who again, somewhat more elaborately, explained the reason for her presence in Cedar Ridge.

He made her a very gallant bow, and seated himself at the table, to bend keen, kind blue eyes upon her.

“You are a courageous young woman,” he said, “and if you are sincere these people will take you into their homes.”

“No one could be more sincere,” replied Lucy, with spirit. “I have absolutely no motive but to do good. I chose this out of a number of positions offered me. I wanted something different—and not easy.”

“You have found it,” he said. “The opportunity is here and it is big. There are a score or more of children who might as well belong to savages for all the civilisation they get. No doctor when they are sick, no church, no amusement, no pretty things common to children, no books or toys—nothing except what little schooling I can give them. They have no school in winter, on account of weather. I’ve been here a month. There are twenty-seven pupils in my school, the eldest a boy of nineteen—a man, really—and the youngest a girl of four. They are like a lot of wild Hottentots. But I really think more of them than any children I ever taught. The problem is to win them.”

“It must be a problem for an outsider,” replied Lucy seriously.

“I believe they will take more quickly to a girl,” he went on. “At least the children and boys will. Your problem will be a different one from mine. I’ll not dwell on it, lest I discourage you. What’s more to the point, I can say as their teacher I’ve learned a good deal about their lives. At first this seemed a tragedy to me, but I am learning that a good many of our necessities are not really necessary, after all. These children and young people are really happy. They have few wants because they do not know what more civilised people have in their lives. It is not through sophistication that you will benefit them. To brighten their surroundings, change the primitive squalor, teach the children useful things—therein lies your opportunity.”

“Can you advise me how to start—whom to approach first?” asked Lucy.

“Come with me,” replied Mr. Jenks earnestly. “I’m driving back to-day. I live at Johnson’s—five miles down from the Rim Cabin, which, by the way, is the name of my school. I’ll take you up to see Lee Denmeade. He lives some miles farther on, up in the woods under the Rim Rock.