ubles the
capacity of each alone, and we believe sincerely that they do that of
doctors, as they unquestionably do that of the clergy. All the world's
workers have infinitely more to gain by cooperation than they often
suspect. And indeed we who are apostles of cooperation, as essential
for economy in distribution and efficiency in production, realize that
groups of workers pulling together always increase by geometrical
progression the result obtained.

None of our methods, however, tackled the smallest settlements, hidden
away here and there in these fjords, especially those unreached by the
mail steamers and devoid of means of transportation. Mahomet just
could not come to the mountain, so it had to go to him. A lady and a
Doctor of Philosophy, Miss Ethel Gordon Muir, whose life had been
spent in teaching, and who would have been excused for discontinuing
that function during her long vacations, came down at her own cost and
charges to carry the light to one of these lonely settlements. She has
with loyal devotion continued to carry on and enlarge that work ever
since, till finally she has built up a work that the clergyman of the
main section of coast affected, and also the Superintendent of
Education, have declared is the most effective branch of our Mission.
Her band of teachers are volunteers. They come down to these little
hamlets for the duration of their summer vacations. They live with the
fishermen in their cottages and gather their pupils daily wherever
seems best. Lack of proper accommodation and pioneer conditions
throughout in no way deter them. We expected that their criticism
would be, "It is not worth while." That has never been the case.
Before the war they came again and again, as a testimony to their
belief in the value of the effort. Some have given promising children
a chance for a complete education in the States. Indeed, one such lad,
taken down some years ago by one of the students, entered Amherst
College last year; while several were fighting with the American boys
"Over There."

The only real joy of possession is the power which it confers for a
larger life of service. Has it been the reader's good fortune ever to
save a human life? A cousin of mine, an officer in the submarine
service of the Royal Engineers, told me a year or two before the war
that he was never quite happy because he had spent all his life
acquiring special capacities which he never in the least expected to
be able to