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The Career of a Cobbler 
 
 THE LIFE STORY OF WILLIAM CAREY 
 
WORKS BY 
 
 Margaret T. Applegarth 
 
 The Career of a Cobbler 
 
 The Life Story of William Carey. 75c. 
 
 Abandoning the usual biographical methods, 
 Miss Applegarth has Vishmuswam, a Hindu, tell 
 the life story of William Carey to an incredulous 
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The Career of a 
 Cobbler 
 
 THE LIFE 
 STORY OF WILLIAM CAREY 
 
 By 
 
 MARGARET T. APPLEGARTH 
 
 Author of " Next-Door Neighbors," " The School of Mother's 
 Knee" '* Lamplighters Across the Sea," etc. 
 
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Contents 
 
 CHAPTER 
 
 I. Sunset 9 
 
 Vishnuswami Introduces the 
 Cobbler 
 
 /" II. Twilight 21 
 
 The Cobbler Reaches India 
 
 III. Stahlight 34 
 
 They That Turn Many to Right- 
 eousness 
 
 IV. Moonlight 49 
 
 The Cobbler^ s Paper Voices 
 
 V. The Wee Small Hours ... 63 
 A Double Surprise Concerning 
 Woinen and Rupees 
 
 VI. Dawn 75 
 
 Into a New Hope 
 
I. SUNSET. 
 
 VisHijruswAMi Introduces the Cobbler 
 
 ACHATTEEING monkey or two 
 frisked overhead in the pabn 
 trees which skirted the village 
 market-place, deserted now that the sun 
 was setting. But to your eyes and mine 
 the objects of conspicuous interest would 
 have been two turbans, like gaudy tulips of 
 gold and scarlet, nodding in the slow, un- 
 hurried conversation of the East, as their 
 owners sat at the edge of the bazaar facing 
 the sunset 
 
 ^ * Now, conceiTiing the white sahib, it is 
 to be admitted that he died full of good 
 works,'' agreed Chunder Singh with com- 
 placent indifference. 
 
 * * You must indeed admit it, ' ' said he of 
 the golden-yellow turban, *^ although his 
 death was as nothing compared to his life. 
 I that speak unto you have made inquiries, 
 and surely no hero in all India, no god in 
 all our sacred books performed such deeds 
 as his. Seventy-three years is old age, my 
 
 9 
 
10 THE CAREER OF A COBBLER 
 
 kinsman, and liad I the tongue of a speaker 
 I wonld fill your ears with the tale of it.'* 
 
 ** Impostor! Time is endless,'* drawled 
 Chunder Singh, ^ ^ and here I sit with end- 
 less leisure. The cool of the evening is 
 upon us, so tell me in all truth, think you 
 that the gods in truth have liked this man? 
 Did not they let rain-clouds burst with vio- 
 lence on the day of his funeral! ** 
 
 Vishnuswami nodded. * ' Put down your 
 ear and listen to me, Chunder Singh, for I 
 myself was in the crowd of Hindus and 
 Mohammedans who lined the roadway on 
 that most unhappy day. It is true that 
 rain poured on us; but on reaching the 
 grave the sun shone out in splendour, so I 
 ask, what make you of that omenl ** 
 
 ** Ah, I am consumed with curiosity. 
 Tell me of this hero whose paths the gods 
 made smooth, giving him a glorious end. 
 Behold I sit in silence ! You have inquired 
 with fullness, so spare me no details. "Was 
 he, perhaps, of high caste and of great 
 wealth? " 
 
 ^^ My friend, you mistake; for even in 
 England, where they have not the castes 
 of India, he was despised for his low-caste 
 occupation. You will have noticed that 
 these Englishmen wear leather shoes upon 
 
SUNSET U 
 
 their feet. Well, by trade lie was a cob- 
 bler, one who makes poor men's shoes for 
 a living." 
 
 ^^ A worker in leather? Ah, one who 
 stoops to deal with skins of dead animals 
 is low caste indeed," said the man in the 
 scarlet tnrban, scornfully. ** You hardly 
 need weight your tongue with the tale of a 
 mere pariah. It is beneath our notice." 
 
 ^^ No, no, you mistake. Think not to 
 despise him for the work of his hands," 
 begged Vishnuswami earnestly. ^* For 
 though of humble parents, and quite poor, 
 he was fed by sacred fire, and when only 
 a lad he sat up in the boughs of a tree 
 with his young comrades, and caused their 
 very hair to rise on end with strange new 
 tales of far-oif countries which men of 
 England had discovered. Even when he 
 grew older, those far-off places beckoned 
 to his inner spirit, until from pieces of 
 brown paper he pasted together a map of 
 the whole wide world; places, my brother, 
 of which you and I do not dream. Eng- 
 lishmen also did not know much, nor care 
 much, hut he cared. And he hung his 
 home-made map upon the wall opposite his 
 cobbler's bench. On it he wrote in the 
 English language facts about every coun- 
 
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 try until it was as if all the world had come 
 to dwell in his heart, where the sacred fire 
 was burning. Fix it before your eyes, my 
 brother; one poor unknown cobbler, with 
 never enough to eat, stretching out his 
 arms to the ends of earth, while others 
 throughout England were indifferent.'* 
 
 *' "VVhy should I fix a paper map in my 
 memory! The whims of low-caste cob- 
 blers do not interest me.'' 
 
 ** You will do well to write it on your 
 heart, however. For one day in every 
 seven this cobbler spoke to gatherings of 
 Christians in houses known as churches 
 until finally he was ordained to be a person 
 called a minister. You must not think this 
 like our priesthood, since he did not play 
 on the fears of his people in order to 
 wheedle gold from their girdles, neither 
 did he seek to live in luxury. For be it 
 known to you that even while exhorting 
 them most eloquently, one day in every 
 seven, he was still so poorly paid that he 
 made shoes on all other days, and even for 
 a space of years he taught school to sup- 
 port his wife and children." 
 
 * ' What ! Do you say he was a pundit, 
 scholarly and learned? " 
 
 '' My friend, it was the sacred fire again. 
 
SUNSET 13 
 
 He could not rest until the unknown was 
 known, yet never could he go to places of 
 high learning, colleges, and such. Picture 
 him with nails and leather making hoots, 
 hut always with a hook beside him. This 
 was his college, a poor cobbler ^s cottage 
 with roses growing round the doorway, 
 and his wooden sign swinging on its 
 hinges. A simple life, yet he became a 
 man of six new tongues.'' 
 
 ' * A strange word, you say ; what can 
 you mean — six tonguesf" 
 
 ^' Ah, friend of my childhood, surely it 
 is known to you that in India many 
 tongues are spoken. It is even so out- 
 side, in other places; there are tongues of 
 men long dead and gone, and tongues of 
 men still living. This cobbler, Carey, 
 learned six languages while cobbling shoes, 
 although they say when but a child he 
 learned the speech called Latin. There 
 was the tongue called Greek ; when he first 
 saw its curious hooks and curves he traced 
 them on a piece of paper and walked long 
 miles to ask a man of his acquaintance in 
 a distant village what language this might 
 be. By walking to this man for lessons he 
 grew master of that tongue. Hebrew also 
 he learned, as well as Dutch and French, 
 
14 THE CAREER OF A COBBLER 
 
 while cobbling shoes and gazing on his 
 curious map. No wonder that the sacred 
 fire was warm within him.'* 
 
 ** Now, concerning this sacred fire,*' 
 said Chnnder Singh, with curions heart, 
 ** if it conld turn a man who worked in 
 leather into someone wise and learned, of 
 what nature was it? *' 
 
 ** A wondrous thing, my brother, for it 
 was of an unselfish nature. They who 
 would sit comfortably in England and 
 worship the living God were doing wrong, 
 he felt ; for there were words in his Holy 
 Book of Heaven which continually spoke 
 to his heart. They were the parting words 
 said by the living God while on the earth 
 long years ago ; listen while I quote them : 
 * Go ye into all the world and preach the 
 gospel to all nations, and lo, I am with you 
 alway.' '* 
 
 Chunder Singh nodded his scarlet tur- 
 ban approvingly; '' The words are clear, 
 the meaning also. It is a strong com- 
 mand.'* 
 
 ** Ah, what a curiosity! Clear to you, a 
 Hindu; and clear to me, a Hindu; but to 
 Christian men in England it was most un- 
 welcome that the cobbler should make 
 mention of it. Picture him one day among 
 
SUNSET 15 
 
 a crowd of Christians — all preachers, 
 Chunder Singh, the same as he; and with 
 solemn calls to service he quoted the com- 
 mand, and made earnest pleas to send the 
 gospel to the waiting world. "Well, you 
 should have heard the disapproval. * Sit 
 down, young man,* said one sahib of many 
 years. * You are a miserable enthusiast 
 for asking such a question. Certainly 
 nothing can be done before another Pente- 
 cost, when an effusion of miraculous gifts, 
 including the gift of tongues, will give 
 effect to the commission of Christ as at 
 first.' And before another moon had 
 waxed and waned a preacher of the living 
 God assured him, * If God wishes to con- 
 vert the heathen he will do it without your 
 help or mine.' '' 
 
 Chunder Singh smote his knee uneasily. 
 ** Your cobbler had no feet to stand on, 
 had he? But I am puzzled as to the men 
 you name as heathen, who may they be? " 
 
 ^* Even you and I, and all the men of 
 India who bow down to idols and ignore 
 the living God of heaven. It was of us the 
 cobbler dreamed across the sea in Eng- 
 land." 
 
 Chunder Singh shifted his position and 
 raised his arms toward the sunset skies- 
 
16 THE CAREER OF A COBBLER 
 
 *' A living God — what news is this? And 
 yet I tell yon truly, from a child I have had 
 hunger like that, and always do I seek him 
 among our million gods of India. Tell me 
 more of the low-caste cohhler, surely such 
 as he could not hope to triumph over men 
 of other castes.'' 
 
 ^* You mistake in naming them castes, 
 since England has no such divisions. But 
 think you that a man who tends a sacred 
 fire could hold his silence? Since none 
 would listen to his spoken words, this man 
 of toil had recourse to a paper voice, and 
 wrote a survey of the outside world, con- 
 tinent by continent, island by island, race 
 by race, faith by faith, kingdom by king- 
 dom. Oh, my brother, consider what a stir 
 it made in England, that a cobbler should 
 have had the whole world in his heart and 
 have spread it out on paper! What man 
 of culture could have done as much, seeing 
 the sacred fire burned only in the heart of 
 Carey Sahib, and one other, newly roused, 
 named Andrew Fuller. They two prayed 
 many prayers that they might wake the 
 sleeping Christians. Then came a yearly 
 gathering of these Christians, and Carey 
 Sahib was called on to speak; a curious 
 
SUNSET 17 
 
 siglit, a poor cobbler urging them with 
 stirring words to 
 
 * Attempt great things for God, 
 Expect great things from God.' 
 
 All listened with a rapt attention, much 
 impressed: bnt like men before a chasm, 
 they were afraid to step, and were return- 
 ing to their distant homes when Carey 
 Sahib said in great distress to Fuller 
 Sahib, ^ And are you after all going to do 
 nothing? ' 
 
 ^' From this imploring plea they wrote 
 it on their books that a plan should be 
 made to form a society, which, you must 
 understand, is the thing these English 
 have to run all business. '* 
 
 ^ ' Now as to that society — I do not grasp 
 its business, do I? " 
 
 ** Have I not said it? To send news 
 about the Christians' God to every man 
 on earth. I ask you to consider well the 
 bravery of those men, my brother, since 
 they were only twelve in number, preach- 
 ers also without riches, meeting in the 
 town of Kittering, a place of no worldly 
 importance, in the house of one named 
 Widow Wallis.'' j 
 
18 THE CAREER OF A COBBLER 
 
 ** What say you — a widow f Bah, you 
 make me think but little of this enterprise ; 
 a low-caste man who works in leather, 
 twelve poor preachers, and — a widow. 
 What? Was there none else vfho owned a 
 roof that they must stoop so low to share 
 her house? '' 
 
 '^ Poor dweller in the hut of ignorance! 
 What blunders you commit with haughty 
 lips. I tell you truly that in England they 
 think not as we do in India about widows. 
 Behold, let a man die, and the neighbours 
 shower consolations on his widow, and no- 
 body blames her for her husband's death. 
 I have made special questions of this thing. 
 So to this day the name of Widow Wallis 
 is well loved by Christians, since in her 
 humble house was formed the new society. 
 I will make mention of its title, for 
 these English have a love for lengthy 
 words — ' The Particular Baptist Society 
 for Propagating the Gospel Among the 
 Heathen.' Before I pass to other matters 
 I would have you write it on your heart 
 that this marked the first such enterprise 
 the Christians of that day had ever 
 started. '* 
 
 ^^ "Why should I write it? Twelve men 
 of poverty can't travel far from home. I 
 
SUNSET 19 
 
 marvel how this cobbler got to India." 
 Vishnuswami checked his sneering. " I 
 smiled in doubt myself, since on that day 
 of starting their society the most they 
 conld collect was £13 12s. 6d. You being 
 quick at figures can see how small a sum of 
 rupees that would be to send a man across 
 the many seas to India. Yet when Andrew 
 Fuller Sahib rose, he said, ^ In India is a 
 gold mine, but it seems almost as deep as 
 the center of the earth. Who will venture 
 to explore it? ' And Carey Sahib an- 
 swered promptly, * I will venture to go 
 down, but you must hold the ropes.' '' 
 
 Chunder Singh looked with interest at 
 the first pale star twinkling in the evening 
 sky before he said disdainfully, ** Must 
 you tear out your heart in praise 1 I make 
 no doubt the cobbler ' knew it was his 
 chance to bring great glory on his head, 
 to win great merit from the men of Eng- 
 land — he, a mere nobody ! ' ' 
 
 *' How you babble," laughed Vishnu- 
 swami softly, *' for the lofty men of Eng- 
 land only sneered and the men high up in 
 London muttered in their beards: * Can 
 anything come out of Kettering, that little 
 town of no account ? ' Moreover, the father 
 of the cobbler said in much disgust, * Is 
 
20 THE CAREER OF A COBBLER 
 
 William mad?' and his wife, with all the 
 strange perverseness of most womankind, 
 refused to come to India with him. There 
 was much toil in raising money for the 
 passage, and, to crown it all, the very 
 ships objected to receiving him on board. 
 So I ask you, where was glory in all thisf 
 
 ** You bury me in deep surprise," 
 sighed poor Chunder Singh; '* I only ask 
 one question; why, in the teeth of separa- 
 tions, trouble, poverty, and certain death, 
 did he set sail for India? '' 
 
 '^ Ah, you shall hear,'' cried Vishnu- 
 swami, ** you shall hear." 
 
II. TWILIGHT 
 The Cobblee Reaches India 
 
 FOR some time the sleepy twitter of 
 birds was the only sound in the 
 empty bazaar, while in the village 
 itself the melancholy thud of a tom-tom 
 arose occasionally, presaging some one's 
 sorrow, an illness or a death. Then 
 through the hush of the twilight Chunder 
 Singh remarked: 
 
 *^ Many are the questions you have 
 loosened under my turban concerning this 
 Carey Sahib. Now, as to that woman, his 
 wife; you mentioned her unwillingness to 
 cross the oceans lying between England 
 and our shores. I doubt not that he gave 
 her many beatings till she came ; how else 
 can a man bring a disobedient wife to her 
 senses? " 
 
 Vishnuswami smiled in utter pity: 
 ^ * Plainly you have much to learn of Chris- 
 tians, for they never lift a hand to hit their 
 womankind. You who tread the roadways 
 that I tread, who seek the same marriage 
 
 21 
 
22 THE CAREER OF A COBBLER 
 
 broker, how have you ways of knowing of 
 the gentleness which Christians show to 
 those far weaker than themselves? So 
 Carey Sahib tried with all persuasive 
 words and soft entreaties to win his wife 
 to cross the oceans with him, but she would 
 not, for the sacred fire was absent from 
 her heart. To her, you seemed as foolish- 
 ness, I also! While to Carey Sahib we 
 were precious, since we had not gotten 
 down in the religion of his God. So pic- 
 ture him, thirty-three years old, departing 
 from his home in utter loneliness, with one 
 son with him, the others left behind. See 
 him going to the ship, but being turned 
 away, since he had not the proper passport 
 of which I will speak later. Also a com- 
 panion, Thomas Sahib, owed such heavy 
 debts, that they would not welcome him on 
 board an English boat. But did they all 
 turn back? No, not one smallest step, for 
 the heart that burns with sacred fire takes 
 no account of trifles. What then?" 
 
 ''Another ship was found, no doubt," 
 said Chunder Singh convincingly. 
 
 '' Even so! A Danish ship, which did 
 not ask for passports. Now let me men- 
 tion matters new to both our ears, my 
 kinsman. In those days when our fathers 
 
TWILIGHT 23 
 
 were young (you know little of dates, yet 
 this tale of Carey Sahib should be placed 
 in the year 1793, as the English reckon 
 time), there was an English trading com- 
 pany with the name * East India Com- 
 pany ' which had a plan for India, that 
 each person coming to our shores must 
 get, of them, a license or a passport. Now 
 in the coldness of their business they re- 
 fused to grant one to the cobbler Carey, 
 thinking he might help unsettle trade by 
 planting new ideas on Indian soil, ideas of 
 new religion and a Living God. But let 
 me tell you a second matter, which you will 
 do well to write on your heart : the Living 
 God has His plan, also, and when He sets 
 the sacred fire within the heart of man. He 
 stands beside to help in time of trouble. 
 So behold, while Carey Sahib ate the salt 
 of bitter disappointment in an eating house 
 in London, a waiter slipped a card into the 
 hand of Thomas Sahib, which read : * A 
 Danish East Indiaman, No. 10 Cannon St.' 
 And lo, here was his ship! Moreover the 
 small delay between the first and the sec- 
 ond boat was long enough for his unwill- 
 ing wife to change the make-up of her 
 mind, deciding to come with him, &he and 
 her sister and his children." 
 
24 THE CAEEER OP A COBBLER 
 
 Chunder Singh stroked his chin reflect- 
 ively : * * You speak it off so naturally, yet 
 I would ask you of that crossing which he 
 had from England." 
 
 ^* What should we know about a boat, 
 you and I, men who live on dry land and 
 sleep on earthen floor each evening under 
 our own thatched roofs! They tell me in 
 all truth the waves of the sea rise up like 
 mountains and sit down like valleys, and 
 there is wetness and dizziness while the 
 boat is blown hither and yon like a leaf on 
 a windy day. It is not healthy to dwell 
 on the things these Englishmen attempt 
 to do! Five moons waxed and waned 
 while they were in that boat, my brother — 
 ah, they were made of stiif courage or they 
 had not reached our country ! ' ' 
 
 Chunder Singh nodded his head in sheer 
 amazement : * * You draw out my heart ! ' ' 
 he sighed, *' though I live to the age of an 
 elephant, never would I trust the gods to 
 bring me through such waters. Carey 
 Sahib must have had a royal welcome 
 when he landed ! ' ' 
 
 Vishnuswami groaned : * * Have you for- 
 gotten that I said it! That the East India 
 Company wished no strangers to unsettle 
 trade or plant a new religion. So they 
 
TWILIGHT 25 
 
 made it hard for Carey Sahib. There was 
 no welcome roof under which his head 
 could rest, no food to fill his children's 
 stomachs, even rupees from that new so- 
 ciety of Christians back in London, even 
 those rupees gave out, my friend, until he 
 had not the weight of one anna to spend in 
 the bazaar. To be sure there were two 
 houses which he lived in with discomfort — 
 one a miserable abandoned garden house 
 in a suburb of Calcutta, where they all 
 were ill with a bad illness, so that he was 
 filled with longing to leave such a hovel, 
 and sought to secure land in the Soonder- 
 buns, mere jungle-swamps, which could be 
 taken gratis for three years. But as you 
 may guess, when rupees are lacking, travel 
 is a thing quite hard to do. Yet presently 
 he found a boat, and with his interpreter 
 named Eam Basu, you must picture him 
 setting out, his family wailing in forlorn 
 complaint against rushing into jungle- 
 land, where were tigers and all beasts of 
 prey. When only one more meal re- 
 mained, they landed at an old deserted 
 house where they could sleep while Carey 
 Sahib built himself a hut and cleared the 
 land. Are you not consumed with admi- 
 ration that even then he spent long hours 
 
26 THE CAREER OF A COBBLER 
 
 in learning the Bengali tongue, so that he 
 might tell every Indian that he met about 
 the Living God I '^ 
 
 ** Oh, come now, Enthusiast! How you 
 twist your tongue ! It is but a little while 
 since you were boasting that the Living 
 God had a plan and stood close beside to 
 help him. Do you call it help that he found 
 no home, no food, no money, and must seek 
 a dangerous jungle-swamp? Tell me, what 
 of that comrade you mentioned, Thomas 
 Saiiibr^ 
 
 Vishnuswami passed his hand over his 
 forehead in perplexity: ** I have two 
 minds about him, as did Carey Sahib also, 
 I am told. For he was most certainly a 
 man of Christian faith, since when he had 
 been in India before as a physician for the 
 East India Company, he toiled untiringly 
 for the Living God among the people 
 where he lived. Yet I tell you plainly he 
 was a man so quick of speech and action 
 and so full of old-time debts (left over 
 from his other stay in India) that all men 
 had turned 'against him; so half of Carey 
 Sahib's loneliness came because of this 
 bad opinion regarding his friend.'' 
 
 Chunder Singh tossed his head: ** He 
 should have kicked him off. It lies in my 
 
TWILIGHT 27 
 
 mind that to seek a tiger-haunted jungle 
 because of an unpopular friend is utter 
 foolishness! '^ 
 
 ^' You have still much to learn, poor 
 man, for these Christians live with charity 
 in one eye and forgiveness in the other. 
 Moreover, oh worshipper of idols carved 
 from wood and stone, how can I cause you 
 to understand what they tell me of the Liv- 
 ing God, that He is a brooding Spirit, see- 
 ing the end from the beginning. Of late 
 years the Sahib, William Carey, has been 
 ever saying that his God had such a plan 
 in mind that had he settled down where he 
 first tried hard to settle, then that plan 
 would not have come to pass. Moreover, 
 help came to Carey Sahib through this 
 very Thomas Sahib, who gathered up the 
 broken threads of friendship with an old- 
 time friend, Udney Sahib. Now consider 
 what a pleasant thing this was — for Udney 
 Sahib was an indigo manufacturer, and 
 even then was building two new factories 
 needing superintendents. One he gave to 
 Carey Sahib, one to Thomas Sahib. And 
 Carey Sahib 's factory was at Mudnabati, 
 where he lived and worked for five full 
 years. ' ' 
 
 Chunder Singh chuckled : ^ * In affluence, 
 
28 THE CAREER OF A COBBLER 
 
 I have no doubt, for it has reached my ears 
 that heads of factories roll in silver rupees. 
 It must have been a pleasant change from 
 utter poverty and tiger jungles.'' 
 
 But Vishnuswami tempered his enthu- 
 siasm: *^ Gather your rash guess back 
 under your turban, foolish man, for you 
 forget the sacred fire that burned in Carey 
 Sahib's heart. Let me pour into your ears 
 the kind of man this cobbler was, for he 
 who had been poor was now receiving two 
 hundred rupees a month, plus com- 
 missions. I doubt not you are picturing 
 gorgeous pictures, but Carey Sahib sat 
 him down and wrote a letter in the English 
 language to Andrew Fuller Sahib back in 
 England, secretary of the men who prom- 
 ised they would hold the ropes if Carey 
 Sahib came to India. Now, my brother, 
 hold your breath, for I tell a true thing; 
 Carey Sahib wrote the words which plain- 
 ly said he had now so many rupees that 
 they need not send him any more from 
 England, but use their funds to send new 
 men to other lands to speak about the Liv- 
 ing God to those who knew Him not. 
 Moreover, Chunder Singh, write it on your 
 heart, that so simply did he live that regu- 
 larly he gave back about one-third of all 
 
TWILIGHT 29 
 
 lie earned to carry on his work for God 
 among the men of Mudnabati. For every 
 day he taught those in his factory about 
 God; he visited the villages that were 
 round about, he started schools and used 
 his money for the good of men like you 
 and me.'* 
 
 Chunder Singh gasped: ^' You do not 
 say it! What a man! Surely his God 
 must have hung blessings round his neck." 
 
 ** Not as you and I count blessings/' 
 Vishnuswami answered, ^* for it was at 
 Mudnabati that his little son, just five 
 years old, ceased to breathe the breath of 
 life. Indeed, I tell through tears that the 
 very men employed by Carey Sahib's 
 money refused to help him bury his son 
 according to the English custom. No car- 
 penter would make the little coffin, so the 
 hands of Carey Sahib drove the nails. To 
 dig the grave he hired four Moslems, no 
 one of whom dared do this deed alone be- 
 cause the child was Christian, so all shared 
 equally the shame — indeed, the head-man 
 of their village said they had so lost their 
 caste that he forbade his people to eat or 
 drink or smoke with them. In a time of 
 sadness, such conduct smote the heavy 
 heart of Carey Sahib, and he pondered 
 
30 THE CAREER OF A COBBLER 
 
 mncli upon the foolish ways of India." 
 
 Chunder Singh bristled indignantly: 
 ** How mean you? That the ways of India 
 are not right! That our fathers and our 
 fathers^ fathers worked foolishness for us, 
 their sons ? ' ' 
 
 With strange gentleness Vishnuswami 
 calmed his wrath: ^* Oh, man of my own 
 village, I ask you — ^how can we see our- 
 selves! It is like staring at one^s own re- 
 flection in a jungle pool — you see your 
 front and go away much pleased; but a 
 stranger looking at you from behind sees 
 the hump upon your back, and the sad con- 
 dition of your turban and your garments. 
 Even so with Carey Sahib, he brought new 
 eyes to see us.'' 
 
 But Chunder Singh would not calm 
 down: *^ Name me the things he counted 
 foolishness! '' 
 
 ** You ask me, so I answer. First of all, 
 our idols. He saw us bend the knee to 
 monkeys carved from stone, to elephants 
 of teakwood; he saw us offering gifts to 
 the goddess of smallpox, Sheelutla, she 
 who has no head and rides a headless 
 horse, as well as all the thousand other 
 idols we implore to save us. Sadness set- 
 tled on his soul, for in his Book of Heaven 
 
TWILIGHT 31 
 
 his God had put a warning to mankind: 
 * Thou shalt have no other gods before me ; 
 thou shalt not make unto thee any graven 
 image.' '' 
 
 '* Well, I admit I never know which to 
 placate in my special troubles, such fickle 
 beings as they are, off on a journey, may- 
 be, or asleep! Name other things.'* 
 
 ^* He liked not our ways with women 
 and with little girls. He who dealt gently 
 with his own reluctant wife, shuddered to 
 see the beatings put upon the backs of 
 India's women, and disliked to see small 
 maidens wedded at an early age. Widow- 
 hood I have made mention of already, how 
 Christian custom is far gentler than our 
 way of tearing off all jewels, shaving the 
 head and naming her ^ untouchable ' for- 
 ever. Moreover his deepest soul was so 
 stirred that he got laws enacted to stop our 
 old-time practice of suttee, when the widow 
 was burned upon her husband's funeral 
 pyre." 
 
 Chunder Singh spoke in high displeas- 
 ure : * ^ I have heard it was this sahib who 
 fought hard and long to stop that custom. 
 But is there no end to the things he tried 
 to change? He, almost a pariah, a mere 
 worker in leather! My blood runs hot to 
 
32 THE CAREER OF A COBBLER 
 
 hear one of his caste berating others 
 higher up." 
 
 Vishnuswami cahnly added new insults : 
 ** Well, he liked it not when mothers flung 
 their infants in the Ganges to gain peace ; 
 this, too, he stopped by law.'' 
 
 ** Oh, as for that, I have no doubt a 
 wreath of marigolds flung on the stream 
 does just as well. Have you finished? '' 
 
 *' Finished? I have just begun! For 
 how he hated caste, yet how cautiously he 
 acted in so delicate a matter. Now caste, 
 my brother, is as if we built us hills to 
 bring separation, so that men of the writer 
 caste dare not touch men of the goldsmith 
 caste, nor any of us live with any of those 
 low caste men who do work in leather or 
 who sweep the streets. Even the shadow 
 of such hills is great unpleasantness. Yet 
 now that Carey Sahib has walked up and 
 down my village I have learned an old 
 truth: down underneath the hill lies the 
 same earth. Carey Sahib said it yet an- 
 other way, translating from his Book of 
 Heaven : ' God hath made of one blood all 
 races of men for to dwell on the face of the 
 whole earth. ' ' ' 
 
 Chunder Singh laughed loud and long: 
 "'One blood/ say you? Yvliat! The 
 
TWILIGHT 33 
 
 sweeper and the Brahman one! You play 
 with words, my brother, for can one say to 
 the hill: 'Sit downT Neither could 
 Carey Sahib say to men in India : * Change 
 your ways.' '' 
 
 But Vishnuswami had his word also: 
 * ' But, dense man of one idea, if the hill be 
 too unpleasant, lo, I can walk out with my 
 spade in the cool of the evening and I can 
 shovel it away with diligence so that when 
 morning breaks my neighbours cry ap- 
 provingly: ' The hill is gone — how far we 
 now can see, brother seems to live by 
 brother! This new way is better. Ah, 
 Vishnuswami, you are like the gods, you 
 willed it and the hill was gone ! * But deep 
 in my own heart would I not know it was 
 my spade that dug away the hill? So 
 Carey Sahib sought a tool to level igno- 
 rance and caste. I dare not name that tool 
 until I have gone further with his story. '* 
 
 *' Tell me its name!'' cried Chunder 
 Singh impatiently and imploringly. 
 
 '' Not yet, unbeliever! You would not 
 credit it with power unless I told the tale 
 in order as it comes. Bind peace around 
 your forehead, brother, for the evening 
 lies before us. You shall hear ! ' ' 
 
III. STAELIGHT 
 They That Tuen Many to Righteousness 
 
 SILENTLY, one by one, Vislinu- 
 swami saw the stars thrusting 
 themselves through the blueness 
 of the heavens, and suddenly pointing 
 upward in an ecstasy, he cried: ^' Could 
 you count them for me, oh friend, so wise 
 in figures V 
 
 Chunder Singh laughed outright. ^^ With 
 two small eyes? You ask too much! Be- 
 sides what have the stars to do with Carey 
 Sahib : full well I know some hidden mean- 
 ing behind your words f 
 
 '' Look closer, '' Vishnuswami said, 
 ' ^ and you will notice stars of greater light 
 and stars of lesser light, which make the 
 darkness bearable. Fasten your eyes 
 while I name the bigger stars in order: 
 the one straight up above the hut of old 
 Ram Poona — ^I name it, Carey Sahib ; next 
 in line — I call it Marshman Sahib; the 
 next, Marshman Mem Sahib ; then William 
 Ward Sahib." 
 
 34 
 
TWILIGHT 85 
 
 ** Stop! Stop!'' cried Chunder Singh, 
 *^ why should I store so many names be- 
 neath my turban, names of English 
 strangers of whom I never heard? '' 
 
 With mock pathos came the gay reply: 
 *^ Poor scattered man! Yet I am hard put 
 to it to tell more of Carey Sahib unless I 
 also mention Marshman Sahib and his 
 wife, also Ward Sahib. Write their names 
 upon your heart! The lesser stars I will 
 come to later: Krishna Pal, Gokool, 
 Krishna Prosad — ^wait, and you shall 
 hear. ' ' 
 
 *^ Men of India, those last," Chunder 
 Singh remarked with certainty. '^ And 
 now, no doubt, you will go on with the tale 
 of Carey Sahib and his factory, making 
 indigo. ' ' 
 
 *^ But only for the briefest minute! For 
 you must hear of a bad season, of a most 
 disastrous flood, of pirates seizing pre- 
 cious cargoes on the ocean, of Carey Sahib 
 seeing that his factory must be closed for 
 sudden lack of rupees. At once he sent a 
 letter across the many seas to England, 
 telling Andrew Fuller Sahib and the Bap- 
 tist Society who held the ropes, that he was 
 now well acquainted both with tricks of 
 sHindu natives and with lowest rates for 
 
36 THE CAREER OF A COBBLER 
 
 housekeeping in India; wherefore it had 
 been borne upon his heart that six or seveB 
 families could be kept for almost the same 
 expense as one. He earnestly drew out his 
 soul to the sahibs in England to set their 
 faces toward him and send new men to tell 
 about the Living God. Have I named 
 these men? No. I have saved their title 
 until now — * missionaries ' they are called. 
 And Carey Sahib especially put it down on 
 paper that these sahibs should bring wives 
 as hearty in the work as their husbands 
 were. He also wrote his plan : these fami- 
 lies all should live together in a cluster of 
 straw houses, in a line or square; no one 
 was to have anything of his own, but all 
 must hold their things in common. More- 
 over, there should be fixed rules regard- 
 ing eating, drinking, worship, learning, 
 preaching and the other daily things they 
 had to do.'' 
 
 Chunder Singh slapped his knee vigor- 
 ously : ^ ' Ha ! Ha ! he must have eaten the 
 fruit of madness to suggest a plan like 
 that ! Even the gods could never live with- 
 out high quarrels and it's only human to 
 desire one's own. Poor Carey Sahib, he 
 was doomed to disappointment! Or per- 
 haps no men were found brave enough to 
 
TWILIGHT 37 
 
 cross those many oceans which you say 
 rise up like mountains and sit down like 
 valleys. ' * 
 
 Vishnuswami pointed to the stars again : 
 * * Did not I name them to you ! Marshman 
 Sahib and his wife, Ward Sahib also? For 
 you must hear how men in England called 
 to mind that first unselfishness of Carey 
 Sahib years before, refusing money when 
 he was receiving also from his factory. 
 Therefore they sent him his arrears in sal- 
 ary and found men eager to come across 
 to India at once. Men who also had the 
 sacred fire. It is curious, but one day be- 
 fore leaving England Carey Sahib had met 
 Ward Sahib, a man who was by trade a 
 printer. Now mark the words that Carey 
 Sahib said to him that day, ^ve years be- 
 fore : ' If the Lord bless us, we shall want 
 a person of j-our business to enable us to 
 print the Scriptures.' And see, William 
 Ward was one of the sahibs who arrived 
 with Marshman Sahib and his wife. As 
 for this woman, I could tell you tales to 
 last until w» both grew bent with a^. Oh, 
 what a woman is she, friend of mine ! You 
 do not dream such females live." 
 
 With scant politeness came a grunt: 
 ^ * Dwell not on women ! Am I not full now 
 
38 THE CAREER OF A COBBLER 
 
 with tales of them! I tell you frankly they 
 cannot draw my heart. But tell me more 
 of Carey Sahib's plan of small straw huts 
 — 'tis plain to see he envied much the kind 
 of huts we build ! I like it in him. ' ' 
 
 ** Oh, foolish neighbour! Has it entered 
 your heart to ask why he craved such great 
 uncomfortableness? He who was used to 
 windows made of glass and things called 
 chairs to elevate his body from the earth 
 and so extend his legs, as well as other 
 things these English think are necessary.'* 
 
 ** Well, was it not because he liked our 
 ways the best? " 
 
 ^* You package of conceit! Let it pene- 
 trate your turban that he wished it only 
 for our sakes, and for others such as we — 
 so that when we looked we might not be 
 offended by the difference between us, but 
 might whisper in our beards : * Behold this 
 man of England is like a brother to me!' 
 So all this he wrote to England to that so- 
 ciety of which I have said much. ' ' 
 
 * * You prick me awake ! And did these 
 sahibs from England indeed live in small 
 straw huts like ours 1 ' ' 
 
 ^ * You hurry my tale too much, Chunder 
 Singh ; let me proceed in order, telling first 
 how they arrived without passports from 
 
TWILIGHT 39 
 
 the East India Company, wMch — though 
 composed of men called Christians — places 
 love of gold before all else in life, and were 
 bitter against men of the Living God. 
 There was one to warn these English 
 sahibs not to land in Calcutta but in a town 
 called Serampore, full eighteen miles 
 away. This town belonged to the nation 
 known as Denmark, you must know. So 
 it was from Serampore that Sahib Ward 
 traveled down to Mudnabati to meet Carey 
 Sahib. Picture in your mind how earnest- 
 ly they talked, how Carey Sahib came to 
 see that since he was no longer manu- 
 facturing indigo he dare not stay on Eng- 
 lish soil in India, to preach the Living God 
 without a license from that so ungracious 
 East India concern. W^ard Sahib pressed 
 the benefits of Serampore — under Danish 
 rule, you understand — and Carey Sahib 
 saw with happy eyes its possibilities and 
 went there to dwell until the end of life. 
 Now the date of this going was the year 
 1800, as the English reckon time." 
 
 *' I am consumed with impatience — you 
 still make no mention of straw huts ! ' ' 
 
 ^* Well you shall now hear, poor crea- 
 ture ! You shall hear that they looked long 
 and hard for land big enough to hold those 
 
40 THE CAREER OF A COBBLER 
 
 huts, but none was to be found. So now I 
 tell you of a change in plan. For in the 
 center of the town was found a house, so 
 large it cost six thousand rupees, brother. 
 But in their hearts they saw how it would 
 answer every purpose, for it had a cool 
 and broad verandah and a hall, with two 
 rooms on each side; rather more to the 
 front, two other rooms, quite separate; 
 and on one side, a store-house, which the 
 sahibs planned to use as an office for print- 
 ing. Now as to situation, picture a large 
 plot of ground beside the Hoogli Eiver, 
 picture the wall around it, with a garden at 
 the bottom and a fine large pool of water 
 in the middle." 
 
 Chunder Singh replied in awe : ^ ^ You 
 strike me between the eyes, old friend! 
 This sounds like the palace of a rajah, of 
 great magnificence ! " 
 
 ^* It is true it was unlike the simpleness 
 they had in mind, and Carey Sahib liked 
 it not on that account, but even in the midst 
 of largeness one need not spread one's self 
 with vanity! So it was there they lived 
 even as Carey Sahib planned at first: all 
 preached and prayed in turn, one person 
 superintended the affairs of the household 
 while one moon was waxing and waning, 
 
TWILIGHT 41 
 
 then another took full charge ; Carey Sahib 
 was treasurer, and kept the chest of medi- 
 cines. Each week they devoted the even- 
 ing of Saturday to adjust their differences 
 and pledged themselves anew to love each 
 other. Also, they promised not to engage 
 in private trade, but to do all for the bene- 
 fit of the Serampore Brotherhood. Ah, it 
 draws out my heart to hear with how per- 
 fect a love they dwelt together, of one 
 heart, of one soul ; neither said any of them 
 that any of the things he possessed were 
 his own; all things were held in common! '' 
 
 Chunder Singh smiled discreetly: '* I 
 make no doubt it lasted not over long, how- 
 ever ! " 
 
 ^^ You err, oh man of many quarrels 
 for I give you the truth when I say that for 
 seventeen years they thus lived in perfect 
 peace, until their numbers outgrew the 
 house and others must be builded. Indeed, 
 I breathe into your ear this splendid word: 
 there never came one breath of trouble to 
 those men in India ; moreover, neither was 
 there trouble across the sea in England so 
 long as Andrew Fuller lived, the sahib 
 who — but surely I have said it many times 
 — he who was the secretary of the men who 
 held the ropes while Carey Sahib came to 
 
42 THE CAREER OF A COBBLER 
 
 India. But when tliis Fuller Sahib was 
 gathered to his fathers there arose in Eng- 
 land other sahibs doubting that these mis- 
 sionary men in India could be left to man- 
 age things alone. Ah, it is sad, my Kins- 
 man, when worshipers of the same God 
 look on each other's affairs with doubting 
 eyes, and think unpleasantness concerning 
 rupees. But store it in your heart, how 
 Carey Sahib went his even way till now all 
 men cast happy eyes upon his years in 
 India, saying, * Behold a saint ! ' ' * 
 
 Chunder Singh grew irritated : * ^ You 
 keep saying it, but what deeds did he com- 
 mit to merit such high praise.'' 
 
 *^ What! You trouble me for deeds, 
 when I have filled your ears with nothing 
 else since sunset time*? Is it nothing that 
 he lived in perfect peace with all the other 
 sahibs'? that he never rested! that he never 
 held his gains unto himself? that he always 
 tore his heart for those in sorrow to 
 bring comfort? that he troubled much to 
 learn our tongue and memorized our 
 shastras that he might argue with our men 
 of learning about God? that every breath 
 he drew from first to last was drawn to 
 serve the Living God and lead the men of 
 India to Him?'' 
 
TWILIGHT 43 
 
 * * You say it, and it has a fervent sound, 
 but lo, I stop the praises on your lips with 
 one question: mention me one son of 
 Indians men who stepped down into this 
 new religion ! Ah, I have you now ! * ' 
 
 ** Not so, poor Chunder Singh, place 
 your eyes again upon the stars, and note 
 the lesser ones that twinkle in the sky. Oh, 
 man of my own village, those little stars 
 are those of India's sons who stepped 
 down into the new religion and believed 
 with joy. Moreover I named them but 
 awhile ago — have you forgotten Krishna 
 Pall 
 
 Chunder Singh shrugged his shoulders 
 in a non-committal answer. This man 
 seemed of unending wonders ! 
 
 * * Bend down your ear, for it is true that 
 seven long years passed by before Carey 
 Sahib leveled any hill of heathendom. At 
 the doors of how many huts did he salaam? 
 On how many earthen floors did he sit 
 down to talk about the way to God? How 
 many hours did he spend toiling at his 
 desk sharpening the tool of tools to level 
 all those lofty hills? Soon : I will name the 
 tool; just now remember what a tedious 
 space of time is seven years, composed of 
 many hopeful days, of many disappointed 
 
44 THE CAEEEE OF A COBBLER 
 
 nights. He drew out his soul in very 
 anguish, Chunder Singh. Then there was 
 a man of the carpenter caste, Krishna Pal, 
 whose arm was dislocated. In pain it 
 dangled by his side until the man of medi- 
 cine, Thomas Sahib, mended it for him." 
 
 Chunder Singh was curious : ^ ' Now as 
 to that mending, of what nature was it? A 
 chanting with the lips! A beating of 
 drums — or what! " 
 
 Vishnuswami laughed: ^' You man of 
 ignorance! I have it as a fact that 
 Thomas Sahib tied poor Krishna Pal fast 
 to a tree to hold him quiet — ^he being too 
 unused to Christian healing. Then with 
 the aid of Carey Sahib and Marshman 
 Sahib he replaced the dangling bone and 
 bound it round in strips of cloth and slabs 
 of wood to keep it straight. Meantime 
 what questions gushed from Krishna Pal, 
 who felt his sin most keenly. And, while 
 he asked, the Living God stepped quietly 
 inside the heart of Krishna Pal, and he 
 was blest." 
 
 ^^ All at once! Do you say he got down 
 into the new religion all at once! " 
 
 ** My friend, how can I say! I only 
 know he came each day to talk with Carey 
 Sahib and the hunger in his heart was fed. 
 
TWILIGHT 45 
 
 Moreover his wife and all his family were 
 impressed, also his far neighbour, Gokool. 
 Now I can prove their change of heart, 
 since Gokool sat by Krishna Pal inside his 
 hut and ate rice with him, a mem of dif- 
 ferent caste/' 
 
 "■ What? Lost caste deliberately? What 
 was he thinking of, when gods are all so 
 fickle anyhow? '* 
 
 ^* The Living God is different, so they 
 say, unchangeable from yesterday even 
 until to-morrow. Moreover, Krishna Pal 
 and Gokool sat down in the house of Carey 
 Sahib and ate rice with Mm, showing all 
 the village how they broke their caste to 
 serve the God of Heaven/' 
 
 *^ I like it not ! '' groaned Chunder Singh 
 s<adly. 
 
 * ' Then I make no doubt you would have 
 been in the crowd of two thousand Hindus 
 in that village to curse Gokool and Krishna 
 Pal, "also Rasu, Krishna's wife, and Joy- 
 mooni, her sister. You also would have 
 dragged them by their hair before the 
 Danish magistrate ! " 
 
 * ' Indeed I would ! ' ' said Chunder Singh 
 vindictively, ^' that brought them to their 
 senses, I am sure." 
 
 ^* Think again I" said Vishnuswami, 
 
46 THE CAREER OF A COBBLER 
 
 ^^ for the magistrate himself was Christian 
 and dismissed their case 1 So on a Sunday 
 came the ceremony in the river, known as 
 Baptism. It happened that Gokool and 
 both the women wished to wait ; so Krishna 
 Pal and Felix, son of Carey Sahib, were 
 baptized together; picture that scene: the 
 foot of Carey Sahib's garden where the 
 Hoogli river ran. Hindus, Moslems, Euro- 
 peans lined the banks, the blue river softly 
 flowed, while Christians sang in sweet 
 Bengali : 
 
 * Jesus, and shall it ever be, 
 A mortal man ashamed of Thee?' 
 
 Ah, brother, it would have drawn out your 
 heart to hear Carey Sahib explain that the 
 Christians did not think the river sacred, 
 as Hindus count the Ganges sacred, but 
 that by this act the convert was renouncing 
 all his gods and all sins, to put on Jesus 
 Christ, the Living God. Is there fire in 
 your heart to feel the warmth of Carey 
 Sahib's joy? Seven years in India — and 
 behold, this first new Christian! And so 
 full of joy was Krishna that when he 
 spoke of it to Gokool, both he and the two 
 women changed their minds again and 
 
TWILIGHT 47 
 
 asked to be baptized as soon as possible/' 
 
 '* Now as to Krishna — did his joy con- 
 tinue week by week! Could any god givs 
 peace forever! '' 
 
 ^^ My friend, such peace was his that his 
 first act was putting up a house of worship 
 to the Living God across the roadway 
 from his hut. The very road on which the 
 car of Jaganath was yearly drawn, while 
 victims flung themselves beneath the 
 wheels. And in this little house of worship 
 Carey Sahib preached each week on Sun- 
 day, while the Christians rested from their 
 daily work. A Christian * church ' they 
 named it: the very first that Carey Sahib 
 had in India. Then, one by one as other 
 Hindus joyfully got down into the new re- 
 ligion, they buiit new huts by that of 
 Krishna Pal and dwelt in peaceful happi- 
 ness.'' 
 
 A silence fell while each man thought his 
 thoughts. Chunder Singh, still skeptical, 
 his eyes fixed on the stars; Yishnuswami 
 throbbing with strange impulses he never 
 knew before. 
 
 ** Chunder Singh," he whispered pres- 
 ently, *' it comes to my mind to sing you 
 the hymn which Krishna Pal composed to 
 tell the drawing of his heart." 
 
48 THE CAREER OF A COBBLER 
 
 So through the silent night he sang with 
 Christian cadence: 
 
 ** Oh thou, my soul, forget no more, 
 The Friend, who all thy sorrows bore. 
 Let every idol be forgot. 
 But, oh my soul, forget Him not. 
 
 Eenounce thy works and ways, with gri&f. 
 And fly to this most sure relief; 
 Nor Him forget, who left His thron« 
 And for thy life gave up His own. 
 
 Infinite truth and mercy shine 
 In Him, and He Himself is thine : 
 And canst thou then, with sin beset, 
 Such charms, such matchless charms for- 
 get?" 
 
W. MOONLIGHT 
 
 The Cobbler's Paper Voices 
 
 WITH impressionistic suddenness 
 the moon transformed the 
 whole scene into a startling 
 mass of black and white; dark mysteries 
 lurked beneath the flapping awnings of de- 
 serted stalls, the whole market-place 
 seemed silver-paved; an eerie sense of 
 something stealthy in the night wind made 
 the two men edge close together, their 
 gaudy turbans gleaming white with moon- 
 beams. 
 
 ** Perhaps you weary of this tale,^' said 
 Vishnuswami, crafty as a fisherman; for 
 he knew well that Chunder Singh had 
 made no move that meant departure, but 
 rather gave a subtle bid for more dis- 
 closures: were they not elbow to elbow, 
 knee to kneel Will a man linger to be 
 bored when the hour for sleeping is at 
 hand! So it came as no surprise when 
 Chunder Singh replied : 
 
 * * Could I lay down my head in my own 
 
50 THE CAREER OF A COBBLER 
 
 hut until I hear what tool it was which this 
 worker in leather, this low caste cobbler 
 from far England, used to level what you 
 call the hill of heathendom, of caste and of 
 idolatry. Your boast regarding him 
 rankles in my head; yet a smile plays on 
 my lips for full well I know that habits of 
 our fathers are unchangeable. Custom is 
 custom ! It is folly to claim that more than 
 three or four of India's men turned topsy- 
 turvy for a new religion. I do not hear 
 you name the others.'* 
 
 '^ Wait patiently,'' warned Vishnu- 
 swami gravely, ^^ for Carey Sahib was a 
 little man, short in stature, and even as 
 these English count beauty he had no looks 
 to specially recommend him, since even the 
 hair on the top of his head was gone en- 
 tirely; but have you let it pass from your 
 heart that he who tends a sacred fire is as 
 ten strong men for deeds 1 ' ' 
 
 Chunder Singh smiled sarcastically: 
 ** With my own eyes I have seen the mon- 
 soon come, when the rains poured down, 
 filling the pools and tanks, turning the 
 parched earth green. And though I had 
 been on a journey I would know by the 
 sight of my eyes that the refreshing had 
 come in my absence. So I claim that you 
 
MOONLIGHT 51 
 
 boast overmueli of this Carey Sahib unless 
 you can tell me of things I can see with my 
 eyes and feel with my hands. '^ 
 
 Vishnuswami groped in a fold of his 
 garment and drew out an object, small and 
 squarish : ^ ' Spare your breath, for here I 
 hold the very tool which leveled all the 
 heathen hills I mentioned. Hold it in your 
 hands, my brother, feel it with your 
 fingers.'' 
 
 Chunder Singh took it and thumbed it 
 curiously: ^' Well," he exclaimed, ** am I 
 wiser? Yet I am both feeling and finger- 
 ing." 
 
 '^ Keep right on," Vishnuswami 
 ordered, cool and calm, ^^ 'tis no black 
 magic, I assure you, — do not shudder ! It 
 is merely paper voices speaking in our 
 tongue the wonderful works of the Living 
 God which Carey Sahib translated from 
 the English." 
 
 ** Paper voices?" incredulously he held 
 it to his ear. *^ Tell me, does it speak to 
 me? And what does it say? And how did 
 Carey Sahib ever get it? " 
 
 ** You stuff my ears too fast with 
 questions; let me tell of Carey Sahib 
 first. How back in the days when cob- 
 bling shoes in England, this Holy Book 
 
52 THE CAREER OF A COBBLER 
 
 was open on the beneli beside him." 
 
 ^' Oil, as for tkat! This was the place 
 where voices called to him to * Go ye ! Go 
 ye ! ' It lingers in my mind he loved that 
 Book.'' 
 
 ** You have it right. No doubt you also 
 call to mind the fact he knew six tongues; 
 so now I tell you that his daily habit was 
 to read one chapter from his sacred Book, 
 first in the English language, then in each 
 of the other five he knew. Full well he 
 saw that this Book had made England 
 years before, and the sacred fire forever 
 whispered to his heart that the Book could 
 remake India, too. So have I not said it? 
 How with tireless diligence he learned 
 Bengali from his interpreter, Eam Basu, 
 spending long hours making the voice of 
 the Living God speak on paper in Bengali 
 to all the sons of India. Over and over he 
 conned each word: he said it in Hebrew, 
 in Greek, in English, in Bengali. Ah, it 
 was a task ! Neither would he let visitors 
 or pleasure or mere weather shorten hours 
 allotted to this work." 
 
 ** Now I am full of other questions, — 
 how could he make it speak on paper ? ' ' 
 
 •* It may have lingered in your head that 
 one of the separate rooms in the house of 
 
MOONLIGHT 53 
 
 these sahibs had been from the first set 
 apart for a printing office. Now surely 
 printing is mystery unknown to you, also 
 to the Hindus in Serampore at that time. 
 When Carey Sahib bought the thing known 
 as a printing press and set it up in the 
 special room, the people in that town be- 
 held it in great terror, whispering from 
 turban to turban: ^ Behold, the Idol of 
 these Christians!' But when the Sahib, 
 William Ward, caused it to clang and clat- 
 ter, and showed them the paper dotted 
 with Bengali words from God to men, 
 great mystery settled in their eyes. To 
 see this message near to ! To hear it really 
 speak ! To own a copy to be treasured in 
 the hut, as jewels ! To hold it for a neigh- 
 bour 's eyes to see! To learn the gracious 
 life of the Living God on earth,— that man, 
 Lord Jesus ! Ah well, it was not to be re- 
 sisted. And many believed." 
 
 Chunder Singh peered at the Book in his 
 band with the first breaking down of 
 prejudioe that he had shown: ** I am 
 daten up with wonder. Oh, for daylight, 
 to s«d this message for myself! It is not 
 Yvght a m«n should live his Me in igno- 
 rance. ' ' 
 
 ** Even go said Carey Sahib. And I 
 
54 THE CAREER OF A COBBLER 
 
 add new glory to this English sahib's tale 
 by telling how he could not rest content to 
 learn Bengali only: were there r^ot other 
 tongues in India? Other men going on 
 useless pilgrimages to far distant shrines? 
 They too must hear in their own tongue! 
 You are a man for numbers, — check these 
 languages and dialects on the lingers of 
 one hand as I name the tongues which 
 Carey Sahib learned and made his Bible 
 speak. First let me say it was not always 
 the whole Book of Heaven he translated, 
 sometimes it was the half known as the Old 
 Testament, sometimes the other half, the 
 New Testament; and several times one 
 book alone was all he undertook. Now 
 count: Bengali, Ooriya, Maghadi, Assa- 
 mese, Khasi, Manipuri, Hindi Sanskrit, 
 Bruj-bhasa, Kamouji, Kosali, Oodeypuri, 
 Jeypuri, Bhugeli, Marwari, Bikaneri, 
 Bhatti, Haraoti, Palpa, Kumaoni, Gur- 
 whali, Nepalese, Marathi, Goorjarati, Kon- 
 kani, Panjabi, Mooltani, Sindhi, Kash- 
 muri, Dorgri, Pushtu, Baluchi, Telegu, 
 Kanarese. I am done, but tell me the num- 
 ber lest any have flown from my head! '* 
 
 In startled disbelief Chunder Singh 
 stared at his fingers: ** Seven times have 
 I checked off the fingers of this hand, lack- 
 
MOONLIGHT 55 
 
 ing only this one finger. Thirty-four; but 
 surely you do not tell me the cobbler did 
 this stupendous task. How could he! " 
 
 ** Man of Ignorance,'* his comrade said, 
 ** consider what iho^ sacred fire did to him, 
 for in many tongues he found no written 
 system to adopt, and had — himself — to 
 learn to put their words on paper.'' 
 
 * * Now iadeed am I stirred within me ! 
 How could he learn so many different 
 tongues?" 
 
 * ' How should I find ways to tell of tire- 
 some trips in bullock-carts to distant ends 
 of India ; of weary sleepings in the huts of 
 strangers, — on the floor, he who liked to 
 sleep in mid-air on a bed ; how can I tell of 
 patient questionings concerning names for 
 this and that with pundits at his home in 
 Serampore! Notes taken of the slightest 
 shades of meaning? And sometimes the 
 idle prattle of small children in strange 
 roadways gave him words too precious to 
 be lost, and he plucked palm leaves to 
 prick the words upon them. Ofttimes he 
 went into the village school and sat upon 
 the ground to trace in sand with little boys 
 the curious hooks and curves that formed 
 their unknown language. Have I not said? 
 
56 THE CABEER OF A GOBBLER 
 
 — a man of perseverance, who rested not 
 nor stopped/' 
 
 Chunder Singh sighed : * * You draw ont 
 mj heart! And he, only a man of caste 
 who works in leather, doing things like 
 thatforloveof any God! Well! Well!'' 
 
 ^*For God — and men like you and me." 
 
 * * I hear a new thing ! Is there any god 
 in India for whom I would perform a 
 lengthy task like that, unless I had com- 
 mitted sin and must gain merit? As for 
 strangers, and the sons of strangers, would 
 I fill my heart with curious babblings 1 Not 
 at all ! My heart is torn within me. ' ' 
 
 * * Mine also ! In the telling of this tale 
 I am amazed anew. They tell me one can- 
 not gauge the distance where the Sahib's 
 Books have gone. Consider in your head 
 this fact: seventy million Hindus speak 
 Bengali; Hindi, Hindustani and Urdu 
 munber twenty-five millions ; Ooriya by six 
 millions in Orissa. Who indeed can tell 
 u'here Carey Sahib makes his Bibles 
 speak? Now hor» is a true answer : seven- 
 teen years after the Bengali Bible left the 
 press, there were found villages of peas- 
 ants, Hindu-born, who had given up their 
 idol worship, and were renowned for truth- 
 fulness, * Satya-gooroos ' they called them- 
 
MOONLIGHT 57 
 
 selves because tliey sought a teacher sent 
 from God. And in a wooden box they kept 
 a well-worn Bible they had had for many 
 years, they had no way of telling who had 
 brought it, but it gave them peace." 
 
 ** Tell me more like that," urged 
 Chunder Singh. 
 
 *^ Well, there were Mohammedans, fa- 
 natical and wild, who hid the Book inside 
 their girdles, and got down into the new 
 religion. There was Narayen Sheshadri, 
 a Brahman so high caste that people of his 
 village drank the very rain-pools in which 
 he wet his feet, yet he renounced his caste, 
 his wealth, his family that he might sit 
 elbow to elbow with low caste men and tell 
 them about God. There were women who 
 claimed the Book was written by a woman, 
 it spoke so gently of them." 
 
 '* About mere women, how should I 
 care? But to think that Brahmans accept 
 the Christians' Book with joy and calmly 
 lose their caste,-^ah, now indeed, you grip 
 me hard ! Also, a minor matter, but I have 
 a great curiosity about this fabric, paper, 
 on which the words appear. Did it per- 
 haps come overseas from Eng^land? And 
 what makes the letters?" 
 
 '* As to the paper, at first Carey Sahib 
 
58 THE CAREER OF A COBBLER 
 
 used our India paper, but being sized with 
 rice paste it attracted both tlie book-worm 
 and the white ants, so that the printer 
 sahib, "Ward, found that the first sheets of 
 a book were all devoured by insects before 
 the last sheet came off the press! Paper 
 from England was too slow in coming, and 
 of great expensiveness; so in the course of 
 time they learned to make good paper for 
 themselves, for which Serampore became 
 noted in all India. As for type, you must 
 hear how English letters are not like the 
 hooks and curves of any Indian tongue, so 
 new patterns needed to be cut, not only for 
 Bengali, but for all the other languages I 
 spoke about just now. Have I not said it? 
 — how the Living God stood close by Carey 
 Sahib, helping? For when he most needed 
 type, there was an Englishman, — Sir 
 Charles Wilkins was his name, — ^who cut 
 the punches with his own hands and cast 
 the fonts of type; all this before Carey 
 Sahib knew of it. Moreover he taught this 
 art to a Hindu of the blacksmith caste, 
 Panchanan by name, and almost any day 
 you could have seen a strange thing in that 
 workshop: — ^Panchanan casting type for 
 Christian Bibles, squatting underneath his 
 favourite wooden idol, without which he 
 
MOONLIGHT 59 
 
 flatly refused to lift his hand in work.'' 
 *^ Well, would you not have done the 
 same? '' asked Chunder Singh, shame- 
 facedly. 
 
 ** As to that, let m.e save my breath!" 
 was the too evasive answer. '^ I only mar- 
 vel Carey Sahib did so much; for there is 
 a thing called grammar in each speech on 
 earth. Now how shall I tell you of it, see- 
 ing that you never dreamed that grammar 
 forms each sentence which you speak? But 
 Carey Sahib knew and cleverly extracted 
 grammar from the tongues of the Bengali, 
 the Hindi and the Mahratta, as well as 
 many others; and the grammar of each 
 tongue he placed in separate books, so that 
 preachers of the Living God who followed 
 him might never need to plod through 
 weary steps of knowledge such as his had 
 been. Store one more of his activities be- 
 neath your turban: for he made diction- 
 aries of the different languages he knew. 
 Now a dictionary is a myth to you, yet it 
 is merely all the words in any speech, with 
 the meaning of each word put down beside 
 it. Consider with what care he must have 
 listened to us talking, to catch each little 
 shade of difference between this and that. 
 All this he did to help new preachers and 
 
60 THE CAREER OF A COBBLER 
 
 new teacliers. And lie also started a Bible 
 Translation College in Serampore to train 
 pnndits how to write in other tongues." 
 
 Chunder Singh spread ont his hands in 
 helpless admiration: '^ The strength is 
 sapped from my knees when I dwell on his 
 toil ! Did he never sleep nor take a rest in 
 the shade of his house at noonday! Surely 
 he planned for everything, — what more 
 could mortal do I ' ^ 
 
 Vishnu^swami sighed: *^ Yet now I must 
 speak of a great misfortune, terrible, 
 which cannot be accounted for. For the 
 sun had set on a certain evening as on 
 other evenings in the year 1812, as these 
 English reckon time; the Indian type- 
 founders, compositors, pressmen, binders 
 and writers — of whom I well know you are 
 ignorant — had all gone home : Ward Sahib 
 sat at his desk settling accounts when he 
 was stifled by suffocating smoke bursting 
 into his office. How shall I tell it? But 
 those priceless manuscripts of diction- 
 aries, grammars, Bibles, even the steel 
 punches of the Oriental letters,-— every- 
 thing on fire for three sad days! Also 
 Carey Sahib was in Calcutta, and on the 
 third day when the afternoon tide enabled 
 him to row back to Serampore, what did he 
 
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 see ? The immense printing house reduced 
 to a mere shell! The yard covered with 
 the burnt quires of paper, on which in the 
 course of time words of life would have 
 been printed! His stupendous labour for 
 years on a polyglot dictionary of all 
 tongues derived from Sanskrit also had 
 gone up in smoke! Sadness, indeed, my 
 brother! Tears stood in his eyes. But 
 Ward Sahib hesitated not to find another 
 place to start the work anew. The Living 
 God has earnest followers, Chunder 
 Singh! '^ 
 
 ** I hear new things," the Hindu slowly 
 said, *' a man of India would sit down 
 under the shade of his thatched roof and 
 say: * That which I did is undone. The 
 gods have turned against me. I will not 
 lift my hand again ! " ' 
 
 * * It is a truth : our ways are softly lazy. 
 Not so with Carey Sahib, who spared not 
 himself in making new translations; and 
 in the patience of his heart he even thanked 
 the Living God he could revise them better 
 than at first. Moreover, although the loss 
 was £10,000, so much sympathy was shown 
 back over the sea, in England, that Fuller 
 Sahib soon announced that the whole sum 
 had been subscribed in fifty days ! Which 
 
62 THE CAREER OF A COBBLER 
 
 sliows a splendid thing, my brother, — that 
 cobbler who left England, ah! but he was 
 poor and of the caste not to be noticed! 
 And for starting their society those few 
 poor Baptists had but £13, 2s, 6d, as I said. 
 Yet now that cobbler is a man of deeds, 
 they speak of him in the town of London, 
 about the deeds he did in India. And 
 money poured in from all sides ! ' ^ 
 
 With vast respect Chunder Singh 
 figured the pages of the little Book, then 
 held it to his forehead reverently: ^' To- 
 morrow it must speak to me, this Book of 
 God, which makes a man of lowly caste so 
 great. ' ' 
 
V. THE WEE SMALL HOUES 
 
 A Double Sueprise Coi^cerning Women 
 AND Rupees 
 
 FOR a space of several moments you 
 would not have known that they 
 were there: two men in turbans, 
 quietly communing with their souls. Dark 
 clouds scurried across the moon — eclips- 
 ing, then revealing; while off somewhere 
 came the lonely call of prowling jackals. 
 
 '* A she-jackal,'' shuddered Ghunder 
 Singh, ^^ a she-jackal calling to her 
 young.'' 
 
 Yishnuswami smiled in quick apprecia- 
 tion of his opening: ** You speak the 
 thought I had in mind, to talk of Hannah 
 Marshman calling to the young of India." 
 
 Chunder Singh rose to his feet and 
 stretched himself, and yawned : * * Is there 
 ao other topic of real merit! I have no 
 liking for a tale that tells of women. What 
 say our Shastras? — that a pig were 
 holier?" 
 
 ** Sit down beside me, foolish man; for 
 
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64 THE CAREER OF A COBBLER 
 
 it passes wonder what that woman did! 
 Not only did she keep that house where 
 dwelt the English men of whom I have 
 made mention, ordering their meals and 
 doing all the homely tasks you might ex- 
 pect of women, and more besides — since 
 she was mistress of the art of needlework, 
 and also could produce sweet sounds upon 
 an instrument of music. But more than 
 this, — put down your ear to listen! — till 
 two o'clock each day she kept a school, a 
 school for little girls.*' 
 
 ** I hear you say the words," laughed 
 Chunder Singh in loud amusement, ** but 
 surely you are talking through your tur- 
 ban ! Do we not know, the two of us, that 
 women have no brains? I ask you: can 
 you teach a hen? Ah bah! you speak a 
 fairy tale — I beg you change the topic!'' 
 
 *' Not so," said Vishnuswami with en- 
 thusiasm, ** I also ate the fruit of great 
 surprise when first I heard of it. But it is 
 true, with my own eyes I have seen girls 
 add up fig-ures, read from books, even 
 write long sentences on paper! All this 
 did Hannah Marshman prove to men of 
 India. Moreover in the course of time, 
 fathers gladly paid good sums of rupees to 
 send their daughters to this school. It 
 
MOONLIGHT 65 
 
 must have been a sight for village eyes to 
 see those maidens babbling actual wisdom, 
 as learned as a son. And I must tell that 
 from that flood of rupees flowing in, Mem 
 Sahib kept out only sufficient to run her 
 home on simplest fare in meager style. 
 They were not grasping folk, those mis- 
 sionaries! Heroic self-denial was their 
 way of life, and all money was in common 
 for the work of God. More of this later.'' 
 
 *^ Meanwhile I am consumed with inter- 
 est. Do you tell me in all soberness that 
 many females filled their heads with knowl- 
 edge gained from her you name as Hannah 
 Marshman! " 
 
 ** Many females, poor man of doubts! 
 Indeed her school was sadly overcrowded. 
 Picture to yourself those maidens patter- 
 ing back to little huts near-by, itching to 
 clean them up in tidy fashion as these 
 curious English clean ; imagine neighbours 
 peering in to see the strange amazingness 
 of tiny females reading like the very pun- 
 dits ! Envy crept into the breasts of stupid 
 maidens, desire into the hearts of many 
 parents until Marshman Mem Sahib needs 
 must open yet more schools, and then 
 more — twenty-seven all told, fourteen in or 
 near Serampore. Moreover many maidens 
 
66 THE CAREER OF A COBBLER 
 
 married and taught the curious hooks and 
 curves of reading to their little ones, 
 crooning Christian songs for lullabies. Ah, 
 you can see it : how men got down into this 
 new religion gladly when they learned it 
 from their mother's lips in childhood! For 
 in every school Carey Sahib's Book of 
 Heaven was read with breathless interest, 
 and every meanest pupil learned of God, 
 the great Lord Jesus." 
 
 ** I cannot swallow my surprise! Neither 
 do I wholly like it. What honour for a man 
 if women preen themselves to equal himl 
 As you very well know there are too many 
 women in my hut, too many tongues wag- 
 ging all day, too many jealousies, too 
 many poisons slipped into the rice-bowls. 
 Bah! I'm always having to take the stick 
 to one of them ! So I ask you — would it do 
 to have them any wiser ! I would be put- 
 ting my life on a tray ! ' ' 
 
 ** Give but a look at these women I men- 
 tion: the sly foolishness of those who loll 
 in zenanas is all gone ; oh man with several 
 wives, I tell you frankly, never was there 
 loveliness like that which shines through 
 the eyes of Christian women. Their hands 
 do gentle deeds, their lips speak gentle 
 words. They give no time to jealous 
 
MOONLIGHT 67 
 
 squabbles. Moreover I have seen widows 
 reinstated, doing happy work ; I have seen 
 old women, wrinkled as a fallen leaf, tuck 
 Carey Sahib's Bibles in their saris and go 
 down the dusty roadway to salaam at 
 neighbours' doors, to enter and to tell 
 about the Living God. ^ Bible women ' 
 they are called just recently. Tell me, you 
 man of India, did we dare dream such edu- 
 cation? " 
 
 Chunder Singh rubbed his chin reflect- 
 ivety: *^ Since you ask, I must say No! 
 This Hannah Marshman, now — oh, what a 
 woman! To open wide her arms to silly 
 fools, and turn them into all you claim. 
 Think you the fad will last, to-morrow and 
 the day after!" 
 
 ^* Such wonders always spread, my 
 brother, when the heart is touched. Carey 
 Sahib dwelt much on education, so I see 
 future generations all in school — it only 
 lacks for teachers even now ! ' ' 
 
 " Then I burn to hear of what was done 
 for boys, if mere girls had such attention." 
 
 Vishnuswami smiled: ** Marshman Sa- 
 hib had a school for boys, a startling school 
 to teach wonders you and I lack knowledge 
 of : the world itself, the men who live in it, 
 where oceans lie and continents stretch oUt 
 
68 THE CAREER OF A COBBLER 
 
 like islands in a lake — all this men call 
 * geography.' And always in those schools 
 there was the Book of Heaven. You can 
 gather how quickly schools would influence 
 homes, till little bands of Christians every- 
 where built churches and men to preach in 
 them on Sundays and on week-days were 
 in great demand. So Carey Sahib started 
 Serampore College, to train these ignorant 
 preachers for their work. There never 
 was a Christian college in all India before 
 his!" 
 
 Chunder Singh was puzzled: ^' Now 
 about those preachers — is it such an art 
 that they must learn the mysteries?'' 
 
 '^ Brother, could you do it! Right awaj^ 
 ' — to-morrow? No matter how your heart 
 might burn, your lips would make sad 
 blunders, since you ought to know the 
 errors in your old religion, all the beauties 
 of the new, and arguments to win men 
 over." 
 
 ** Tell me of these preachers?" 
 
 ** The first was Krishna Pal, that ear- 
 liest convert. Carey Sahib sent him to Cal- 
 cutta where he preached at fourteen differ- 
 ent places every week, and made the 
 rounds of forty families to bring God into 
 the lives of slaves and caste men, both 
 
MOONLIGHT 69 
 
 alike. There was Petumber Singh, a man 
 of fifty years, born of the writer caste, — 
 he sought peace from sin for thirty weary 
 years at all our Hindu shrines and read all 
 the Brahman scriptures hopelessly. One 
 of Carey Sahib's tracts fell into his hands 
 and he walked the forty miles to Seram- 
 pore to get instruction from the author. 
 Rejoicingly he begged to be baptized; and 
 being of the writer caste, was able to be- 
 come a school-master at once, then later a 
 preacher to his own caste. And lest it slip 
 my mind, I will make mention of Krishnu 
 Prosad, the first Brahman who ever bowed 
 his neck before the Living God. You will 
 tremble to hear how he took the poita — 
 that seven-fold thread he wore across his 
 body, the mark of his caste — and trampled 
 it beneath his feet to show how Jesus 
 Christ was everything to him! He also 
 was a preacher. It was men like these 
 whom Carey Sahib taught in his college, 
 he himself teaching many curious subjects 
 of which we both lack knowledge : such as 
 Divinity, Zoology and Botany. ' ' 
 
 ** You speak it off so glibly, friend of 
 mine ! But how should I know what a col- 
 lege looks like, never having seen one in 
 my lifer' 
 
70 THE CAREER OF A COBBLER 
 
 Vishnuswami waxed eloquent: ^' Here I 
 can do full justice to my tale, for with my 
 o^Ti eyes I have seen the great portico of 
 this college which faces the Hoogli River — 
 six columns, carved at top and bottom, like 
 those in temples, brother. Inside were 
 iron stairways of huge size to elevate the 
 students from the first to second floors. 
 For these Christians are strange men, they 
 build a house on top of a house, as it seems 
 to me, and walk around over each others' 
 heads in the most amusing way ! They told 
 me that the wrought staircases and the 
 magnificent gate were both made far over 
 the many oceans in England." 
 
 ^^ This all sounds like the palace of a 
 rajah," gasped the simple-minded Chunder 
 Singh, ** such wonders cost many rupees, 
 no doubt." 
 
 ** They wanted to build good things for 
 God in India, so that Brotherhood at 
 Serampore, themselves, gave every anna 
 of the cost! £15,000 it came to, an enor- 
 mous sum, but they denied themselves all 
 luxuries which their schools and printing 
 presses were earning for them." 
 
 Chunder Singh nodded : ** You have said 
 this several times, yet I am perplexed 
 anew, for you and I give only to gain some 
 
MOONLIGHT 71 
 
 special merit from the gods. But here are 
 men who seem to give for no known rea- 
 son, since their God must have been daily 
 tickled at their humble way of living; it 
 seems a useless waste of pleasant money!'' 
 ** Then let me dazzle you yet more, poor 
 fellow! For Carey Sahib had an honour 
 from the British Government long before 
 that fire of which I spoke a while ago. For 
 there was at Calcutta, where the governor 
 lived, a newly-formed Fort William Col- 
 lege, where men in the civil service of the 
 East India Company were sent for higher 
 leaiTang. And when this college had need 
 of someone to teach the Bengali tongue, 
 who so good as Carey Sahib? So for over 
 thirty years, my friend, he rowed down the 
 winding river to Calcutta every Tuesday, 
 rowing back the eighteen miles each Fri- 
 day evening, writing translations for you 
 and me on the trip. Two matters espe- 
 cially please me about this weekly visit of 
 his : one is the sublime sight in Calcutta — 
 the great professor teaching the govern- 
 ing classes of India Sanskrit, Bengali, and 
 Marathi all day long, while each evening as 
 the sun was setting he sought the maimed, 
 the halt and the blind and gave them medi- 
 cine, preaching in several languages their 
 
72 THE CAREER OF A COBBLER 
 
 florious hope in God, his Saviour. And 
 tkt second pleasing matter is that the so 
 ingracious East India Company which 
 once treated him inhospitably, were now 
 paying him £1,800 a year for teaching 
 these three languages ! How they did turn 
 the tables on themselves!*' 
 
 ^^ £1,800 !'' gasped Chunder Singh, 
 ** with wealth like that a man could settle 
 back against a shady wall and sun his toes 
 forever ! ' ' 
 
 ^'Ah! But from that £1,800 a year he 
 kept but £40 for his own family use, the 
 rest went to the mission of the Living God, 
 for schools and Bibles and the work of 
 teaching preachers, also paying them. Put 
 down your ear and I will name the exact 
 sums this cobbler had the handling of: 
 from that society in England which he did 
 so much to start, he received £600 all told, 
 throughout his life ; while on making India 
 Christian he himself spent £1,625 earned 
 in his indigo factory; and of what he 
 earned as professor in Calcutta, also as 
 translator of Bengali for the government, 
 he gave back £46,625! So generous was 
 he, that when he died, oh my brother, they 
 actually had to sell his hooks to pay his 
 
MOONLIGHT 73 
 
 son a little sum promised him. All this I 
 think shows love for God!'' 
 
 The face of Chunder Singh was beam- 
 ing: *^ Now I believe! Now I believe! He 
 had indeed the sacred fire! For I have 
 been many times to the market-place, and 
 a man will not part with his rupees idly — 
 for a whim. Truly he did much to make 
 boasting of!'' 
 
 ** Boasting! Ah, how little you grasp 
 the nature of this sacred fire. Listen while 
 I tell of it another way: Picture Carey 
 Sahib crossing a broad hallway in Fort 
 William College; two men stand talking, 
 one a stranger, one the high and lofty gov- 
 ernor; and the stranger said: * Speak to 
 me the name of him who crosses the hall- 
 way, ' and the governor replied : * It is our 
 professor of Sanskrit, William Carey — 
 once he was but a poor shoemaker in Eng- 
 land!' But Carey Sahib overheard those 
 words, and with grave modesty he made a 
 quick correction: * Nay, your lordship, I 
 was but a humble cobbler!^ Which was as 
 if he said a cobbler is a whole caste lower 
 than a shoemaker!" 
 
 Chunder Singh sighed : ' ' I have no more 
 breath left to praise such gentle lack of 
 boasting. A man who will not hoard his 
 
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 own rupees, who spends Ms days in hard- 
 est work for someone else, who willingly 
 cries himself lower before another — oh 
 Vishnuswami, was there ever one so 
 humble, yet so great?'' 
 
 Vishnuswami bowed his head upon his 
 knees in utter thankfulness : ^ * At last you 
 ask the secret of it all, and I name Carey 
 Sahib's master — Jesus Christ. Oh Chun- 
 der Singh, all heaven was His, all great- 
 ness and all glory; yet for us He trod the 
 earth, the son of a mere carpenter. To- 
 morrow you shall read of Him in Carey 
 Sahib's Book of Heaven, the one that 
 speaks our tongue." 
 
 * * How can I ever wait till daybreak ? ' ' 
 sighed the man of skepticism, fingering the 
 Book with tense impatience, his eyes scan- 
 ning the east for signs of dawn. 
 
VI. DAWN 
 Into a New Hope 
 
 STEANGE things were taking place 
 with Vishnuswami : tears ran 
 down his cheeks, joy bubbled over 
 in his heart. In the telling of his tale a 
 new belief had crept npon him, and he saw 
 the signs of sheer abandon in Chunder 
 Singh's deep interest. It was as if — but 
 no', would men of caste get down into a 
 new religion! Deliberately? Alone upon 
 an empty market-place? 
 
 ** Are we to stay silent until dawn? Is 
 there no more to tell of Carey Sahib? '' his 
 listener asked with evident desire. 
 
 ** Yes/' answered Vishnuswami, ** there 
 is more. It comes to my head how little I 
 have said about his actual living; the 
 trifling things that make man's life quite 
 human; his sons, his wife, his idle 
 moments, and his death. Put down your 
 ear and listen. You will be sad to hear 
 how little help Carey Mem Sahib would 
 give him, — she was loath to leave the 
 
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76 THE CAREER OF A COBBLER 
 
 shores of England, as you well recall. But 
 I say it in a whisper: she was mad, with 
 crazy fancies in her head; and was kept 
 confined indoors until her days were 
 ended. ' ' 
 
 ^* He should have put her out of the 
 way,'' said Chunder Singh contemptu- 
 ously. 
 
 But Vishnuswami rebuked him in short 
 measure: '^ What, you say it? Have you 
 gained so small a view of Carey Sahib's 
 heart? With tenderness and kindness he 
 always acted toward her, and indeed to 
 everyone. Time would fail to name the 
 people he befriended. In Calcutta, for in- 
 stance — poor orphans and children from 
 the dregs of that big city, waifs so wild 
 you would not dream of teaching them, as 
 Carey Sahib did! His school grew 
 famous! And I add one more amazing 
 thing: a Hospital for Lepers! Ah, you 
 grumble! You think them only fit for 
 cruelties, to live their lives of torture by 
 the roadside, kicked at by lazy passers-by? 
 You would not lift your hand to help? 
 Well, even so was I, myself, till it came to 
 my ears how the heart of Carey Sahib 
 melted within him when he saw their 
 frightful sores, and heard their helpless 
 
DAWN 77 
 
 groans. Moreover, I tell you truly that 
 the Living God, Lord Jesus, also cared for 
 lepers — it seems that we have erred in 
 passing by their sufferings, Chunder 
 Singh.'' 
 
 *^ You say new things, — gentleness to 
 witless wives, to orphans and to lepers; 
 ah, well, this may be best, I know not. 
 What would I gnin by being gentle to 
 themr' 
 
 ^^ I ask you: — what did Carey Sahib 
 gain but work and worry? He did it not 
 for merit, but for love like that of Jesus 
 Christ. I cannot phrase it for you as I 
 ought. To-morrow we will read of it in 
 Carey Sahib's Book. At present I con- 
 tinue with his life. His second wife was 
 just the wife he needed, a Danish lady of 
 high birth who came to India for her 
 health. Long years after her death, he 
 married a third time; it is not well for 
 Englishmen to be alone in distant lands." 
 
 ** You raise another question: had he no 
 aching to go back across the sea to Eng- 
 land I" 
 
 *^ I asked that very thing of him who 
 told me all this tale; but he said no, that 
 Carey Sahib never crossed again those 
 many oceans ; have I not told it ; how deep 
 
78 THE CAREER OF A COBBLER 
 
 he loved India? It was as Ms own home, 
 where he poured out forty-and-one years 
 of endless toil for others.'' 
 
 Chunder Singh sighed profoundly : * * He 
 is heyond me! Had he no lazy pleasure! 
 No idle pastime! No season of lingering 
 in the shade when the sun is at the top I ' ' 
 
 '^ Yes, there was one place he loved pro- 
 foundly ; it was a garden. But even in this 
 respect he did not sit back in soft ease, for 
 ever since he was a boy in England he had 
 a passion for the growing flowers, the buz- 
 zing insects and the trees. They tell me, 
 Chunder Singh, that when a little lad the 
 walls of his own room were full of speci- 
 mens from all the countryside. AVas there 
 a little unknown flower? a curious bug? 
 Back it went to his father's cottage, where 
 he looked at it long and earnestly until he 
 knew it well; — as to the flowers, he knew 
 what their petals should be in number, and 
 what shape their leaves; as for the flying 
 things, he knew the number of their legs 
 and wings, where they breathed and what 
 they fed on. They tell me this is science, 
 something men write down in books- to 
 study; but Carey Sahib thought it out 
 alone, a little lad among the fields of Eng- 
 land." 
 
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 *' A curious kind of pleasure to tramp 
 around and look for creeping things ! ' ' 
 
 '' I said it myself! But they tell me it 
 is often so, that men who serve the Living 
 God most fervently find pleasure in these 
 simple things their God created when He 
 made the world. And Carey Sahib kept 
 his interest all his life, and started gardens 
 near his homes in India. Especially so in 
 Serampore, where you can see to-day a 
 space of ground five acres big, a little 
 paradise walled in to keep away the Brah- 
 mans' bulls, the village cows, the prowling 
 jackals and the thoughtless youths. From 
 north and south and east and west he 
 brought the trees and flowers of India for 
 his garden ; gorgeous lilies, climbing vines, 
 and monster trees of every type, rare and 
 unknown in lower Bengal: mahogany and 
 deodar, the teak and tamarind, the carob 
 and the eucalyptus. He wrote letters to 
 his friends in England and requested 
 seeds, so that in time there were beds of 
 tropical glories and beds of prim English 
 beauties, and a long avenue of shade tree» 
 known as Carey's Walk. And in this love- 
 ly spot, alone, he walked with God and 
 prayed. At sunrise he was there to start 
 his day in peaceful meditation; starlight, 
 
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 and lie came, communing with the hrood- 
 ing Spirit of his God.'' 
 
 ' * Do you tell me that he did the planting 
 and the weeding!'' 
 
 * * No, he hired good men of the gardener 
 caste, whom he trained in all the clever 
 arts of planting. He even taught them 
 Latin wording for the plants; one, wiser 
 than the rest, could name almost three 
 hundred plants in Latin. I must make a 
 boast about that garden, for men of science 
 said it was * the rarest botanical collection 
 in the East;' perhaps you may recall it 
 was on Botany that Carey Sahib lectured 
 in his college. Let me tell one further tale 
 about it which I cannot leave unsaid; for 
 when in utter weakness Carey Sahib was 
 about to die he said in trembling voice: 
 * ^VTien I am gone, Brother Marshman will 
 turn cows into the garden ! ' But Marsh- 
 man Sahib gave him instant promises to 
 keep the garden sacred, and his gardener 
 came each day to tell him of new flowers 
 that bloomed." 
 
 '* I like it Tery mueh," cried Chmnder 
 Singh, *' flowers talk to my heart; bmt not 
 those crawling insects. Who knows what 
 spirits of departed men may haunt them?" 
 
 ** Carey Sahib had no such belief about 
 
DAWN 81 
 
 them. I must tell you how he wrote about 
 them each in many separate books, — a 
 book for insects, one for birds, others for 
 fishes, beasts and reptiles. Such full com- 
 plete descriptions, Chunder Singh, it would 
 seem as if more than two eyes were neces- 
 sary to see so much ! Ah well, this was his 
 nature, a plodding sahib, full of desire to 
 know. Indeed I hear it said that had 
 Carey Sahib come to India as a Man of 
 Science only, he would still have been the 
 famous, well-known man he is. I mention 
 an Agri-Horticultural Society he started, 
 the first there ever was in India. '^ 
 
 ** How do you say? Another special 
 deed he did? Explain it to me.'' 
 
 '^ By now, you know his eager mind 
 quick to notice all the things we do so poor- 
 ly. Well, he had seen India's weary 
 farmer dig his tiny plot of ground with 
 a bent stick and raise a crop of weazened 
 vegetables and grain. He had seen famine 
 stalking through the land, la3dng low the 
 weak and helpless, and saw how worship- 
 ing a wooden god was all the remedy the 
 people knew. So he wrote letters back to 
 England ordering scythes and sickles, 
 ploughs and spades, as well as grains' and 
 seeds. Then he tried an experiment and 
 
82 THE CAREER OF A COBBLER 
 
 with great tact won farmers here and 
 there to throw aside their crooked sticks 
 and use his tools. And look ! That farm- 
 er 's fields grew better, his vegetables were 
 large and juicy. So with that much suc- 
 cess to go by, Carey Sahib formed this new 
 Bociety, Agri-Horticultural. We are not 
 farmers, you and I, yet I puff with pride 
 that in the Town Hall at Calcutta, they ex- 
 hibited vegetables equal to the choicest in 
 all England, which all came from following 
 Carey Sahib's plan for fifteen years. This 
 was good for Carey Sahib's converts, for 
 it made them self-supporting and of stand- 
 ing in their several neighbourhoods. Do 
 you wonder that the members of that Agri- 
 Horticultural Society voted to place in 
 their rooms a marble bust of Carey Sahib, 
 as a token of their proud indebtedness. It 
 is a noble thing when men of learning 
 stoop to farming for our sakes!" 
 
 '* You have said my very thought," said 
 Chunder Singh rejoicing, *' my mind is 
 weighted with the wonders that this cob- 
 bler did. He must have had more days 
 than other men to do such lengthy tasks ! " 
 
 ** Not so! not so! The sacred fire di- 
 rected him with wisdom, and he worked 
 unceasingly. They tell me of a thing he 
 
DAWN 83 
 
 said one time to Eustace Carey, a nephew 
 full of the desire to put Ms uncle's life on 
 paper for all men to read, — a thing which 
 Carey Sahib had no liking for. Listen to 
 the thing he said quite humbly : ^ If you 
 give me credit for being a plodder, you will 
 describe me justly. Anything beyond will 
 be too much. I can plod. To this I owe 
 everything ! ' ' ' 
 
 ^* Well, he said that once!*' sighed 
 Chunder Singh, '' but surely another time 
 he would have welcomed praise. It is 
 sweet to hear the honeyed words ! ' ' 
 
 * * Oh, man of compliments, I tell this yet 
 another way : there was a sahib, Alexander 
 Duff, by name, a noble man of God from 
 Scotland, who also came to bring the news 
 of Jesus Christ to India. Now when he 
 heard of Carey Sahib's final illness he 
 came fast to see him, but the sick sahib 
 being weak of voice and body lay silent 
 while his friend talked much of Carey 
 Sahib's deeds in India until the time to 
 leave arrived. As he was going through 
 the door the feeble voice pronounced his 
 name and he hurried back with pleasure to 
 hear what Carey Sahib had to say; with 
 solemn gentleness it was : ' Mr. Duff, you 
 have been speaking about Dr. Carey, Dr. 
 
84 THE CAREER OF A COBBLER 
 
 Carey, when I am gone say notliing about 
 Dr. Carey — speak of Dr. Carey's Sav- 
 iour! " Such was his humility. ' ' 
 
 '^ Ah/' said Chunder Singh, his breath 
 long-drawn, his feelings overpowered, 
 *^ he was simple as a little child!'' 
 
 *' You have said it! So close to God was 
 he, he seemed to feel a startling distance 
 no one else could see. They tell me that 
 before he died, he gave directions that his 
 tombstone was to bear the simplest word- 
 ing: just his name, dates of his birth and 
 death, and then below this couplet : 
 
 * A wretched, poor and worthless worm 
 On Thy kind arms I fall.' " 
 
 **Ah!'' breathed Chunder Singh once 
 more, his throat eor^tracted in a sob. This 
 was in very truth religion! To have per- 
 formed such deeds, to win such fame, and 
 yet to stay so humble. Mere words were 
 insufficient — they held each other's hands 
 as strong men starting on a journey. 
 
 Then in the east a streak of dawn ap- 
 peared, and Vishnuswami gently called: 
 '* See, the light is breaking! This is the 
 Christians' day of quietness, of rest from 
 toil and business. Soon vou will hear the 
 
DAWN 85 
 
 bell of yonder chapel calling those to wor- 
 ship who have gone down into this new 
 religion. Shall we not go to sit with them! 
 For how can I tell you as I ought about tha 
 thinga of God, seeing I am myself a man of 
 sin, and ignorant? The tale I have been 
 telling has placed much love around my 
 heart and deep desire behind my eyelids. 
 I would see more of Christians! '' 
 
 *^ I also!'' said the man of skepticism. 
 
 And when with break of dawn, an early 
 merchant came to fix his stall, he found 
 them kneeling, — gold and scarlet turbans 
 in the dust, praying with a glad and 
 humble reverence: ^^ Oh God of Carey 
 Sahib, come Thou into our hearts to reign, 
 and make us men of true religion." 
 
 The End. 
 
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