Part 14 (1/2)

I talked later with little mountain girls from the fir-dark valleys away up at their highest part, and with sunburned plains-women and agile foresters, all over the country, as well as those in the towns, and everywhere there was the same high level of intelligence. Some knew far more than others about one thing--they were specialized, of course; but all of them knew more about everything--that is, about everything the country was acquainted with--than is the case with us.

We boast a good deal of our ”high level of general intelligence” and our ”compulsory public education,” but in proportion to their opportunities they were far better educated than our people.

With what we told them, from what sketches and models we were able to prepare, they constructed a sort of working outline to fill in as they learned more.

A big globe was made, and our uncertain maps, helped out by those in that precious yearbook thing I had, were tentatively indicated upon it.

They sat in eager groups, ma.s.ses of them who came for the purpose, and listened while Jeff roughly ran over the geologic history of the earth, and showed them their own land in relation to the others. Out of that same pocket reference book of mine came facts and figures which were seized upon and placed in right relation with unerring ac.u.men.

Even Terry grew interested in this work. ”If we can keep this up, they'll be having us lecture to all the girls' schools and colleges--how about that?” he suggested to us. ”Don't know as I'd object to being an Authority to such audiences.”

They did, in fact, urge us to give public lectures later, but not to the hearers or with the purpose we expected.

What they were doing with us was like--like--well, say like Napoleon extracting military information from a few illiterate peasants. They knew just what to ask, and just what use to make of it; they had mechanical appliances for disseminating information almost equal to ours at home; and by the time we were led forth to lecture, our audiences had thoroughly mastered a well-arranged digest of all we had previously given to our teachers, and were prepared with such notes and questions as might have intimidated a university professor.

They were not audiences of girls, either. It was some time before we were allowed to meet the young women.

”Do you mind telling what you intend to do with us?” Terry burst forth one day, facing the calm and friendly Moadine with that funny half-bl.u.s.tering air of his. At first he used to storm and flourish quite a good deal, but nothing seemed to amuse them more; they would gather around and watch him as if it was an exhibition, politely, but with evident interest. So he learned to check himself, and was almost reasonable in his bearing--but not quite.

She announced smoothly and evenly: ”Not in the least. I thought it was quite plain. We are trying to learn of you all we can, and to teach you what you are willing to learn of our country.”

”Is that all?” he insisted.

She smiled a quiet enigmatic smile. ”That depends.”

”Depends on what?”

”Mainly on yourselves,” she replied.

”Why do you keep us shut up so closely?”

”Because we do not feel quite safe in allowing you at large where there are so many young women.”

Terry was really pleased at that. He had thought as much, inwardly; but he pushed the question. ”Why should you be afraid? We are gentlemen.”

She smiled that little smile again, and asked: ”Are 'gentlemen' always safe?”

”You surely do not think that any of us,” he said it with a good deal of emphasis on the ”us,” ”would hurt your young girls?”

”Oh no,” she said quickly, in real surprise. ”The danger is quite the other way. They might hurt you. If, by any accident, you did harm any one of us, you would have to face a million mothers.”

He looked so amazed and outraged that Jeff and I laughed outright, but she went on gently.

”I do not think you quite understand yet. You are but men, three men, in a country where the whole population are mothers--or are going to be.

Motherhood means to us something which I cannot yet discover in any of the countries of which you tell us. You have spoken”--she turned to Jeff, ”of Human Brotherhood as a great idea among you, but even that I judge is far from a practical expression?”

Jeff nodded rather sadly. ”Very far--” he said.

”Here we have Human Motherhood--in full working use,” she went on.