The Story Continues: In most other stories, poorly educated school committees are a source of satire, but this author surprises us. Bill Bunker is a man with an uncommon ability to think and reason, as he proves to the astonished Locke during the examination. We pick up the story after Bunker has put Locke through a difficult test of his ability to think on his feet and is satisfied with Locke's abilities. Now Locke has to pass one more test: can he teach others how to think?
[Bunkers says,]"We will now drop the discussion of these matters; for I am abundantly satisfied, that you have not only knowledge enough, but that you can think for yourself. And now, sir, all I wish to know further about you is, whether you can teach others to think, which is half the battle with a teacher. But as I have had an eye on this point, while attending to the others, probably one experiment, which I will put upon you to make on one of the boys here, will be all I shall want."
"Proceed, sir," said the other.
"Ay, sir," rejoined Bunker, turning to the open fire-place, in which the burning wood was sending up a column of smoke; "there you see that smoke rising, don't you? Well, you and I know the reason why smoke goes upward, but my youngest boy don't, I rather think. Now take your own way, and see if you can make him clearly understand it."
Locke, after a moment's reflection and a glance round the room for something to serve for apparatus, took from a shelf, where he had espied a number of the articles, the smallest of a set of cast-iron cart-boxes, as is usually termed the round, hollow tubes, in which the axletree of a carriage turns. Then selecting a tin cup, that would just take in the box, and turning into the cup as much water as he judged, with the box, would fill it, he presented them separately to the boy, and said,
"There, my lad, tell me which of these is the heaviest?"
"Why, the cart-box, to be sure," replied the boy, taking the cup half-filled with water in one hand, and the hollow iron in the other.
"Then you think this iron is heavier than as much water would fill the place of it, do you?" resumed Locke.
"Why, yes, as heavy again, and more too -- I know 't is," promptly said the boy.
"Well, sir, now mark what I do," proceeded the former, dropping into the cup the iron box, through the hollow of which the water instantly rose to the brim of the vessel.
"There, you saw that water rise to the top of the cup, did you?"
"Yes, I did."
"Very well, what caused it to do so?"
"Why, I know well enough, if I could think; why, it is because the iron is the heaviest, and as it comes all round the water so it can't get away sideways, it is forced up."
"That is right; and now I want you to tell me what makes that smoke rise up the chimney."
"Why, I guess," replied the boy, scratching his head, "I guess -- I guess I don't know."
"Did you ever get up in a chair to look on some high shelf, so that your head was brought near the ceiling of a heated room, in winter? and, if so, did you notice any difference between the air up there and the air near the floor below?"
"Yes, I remember -- I have, and found the air up there as warm as mustard; and when I got down, and bent my head near the floor to pick up something, I found it as cold as tunket."
"That is ever the case; but I wish you to tell me how the cold air always happens to settle down to the lower part of the room, while the warm air, some how, at the same time, gets above."
"Why, why, heavy things settle down, and the cold air -- yes, that's it, an't it? -- the cold air is heaviest, and so settles down, and crowds up the warm air, that is lightest."
"Very good. You then understand that cold air is heavier than the heated air, as that iron is heavier than the water; so we now will go back to the main question what makes the smoke go upwards?"
"Oh! I see it now as plain as day; the cold air settles down all round, like the iron box, and drives up the hot air, as fast as the fire heats it in the middle, like the water; and so the hot air carries the smoke along up with it, same as feathers and things in a whirlwind. Gorry! I have found out what makes smoke go up -- it is curious, though, an't it, you?"11
"Done like a philosopher!" cried Bunker. "The thing is settled. I will give up that you are an academician of a thousand. You can not only think for yourself, but can teach others to think; and I therefore pronounce you well qualified for a schoolmaster, in every thing except government, about which we will hope for the best, and run the risk; so you may call it a bargain as quick as you please."
"You offer to make it so on your part, I suppose you mean to be understood," said Locke; "for on mine, you remember I told you, some time ago, that I feel unwilling to undertake to govern a school of the character I have discovered yours to be."
"What, back out now?" exclaimed the other, with a disappointed air. "Why, I was beginning to have a first-rate opinion of you, and thought, of course, you would have spunk enough to make a trial, at least. Surely, you an't such a coward as to be afraid to do that, are you?"
These last remarks of Bunker, as taunting as they were in import, were yet made in such a half-reproachful, half-respectful manner, that they might not have brought our hero to any decision, but for the low, deriding laugh which the two larger boys set up on the occasion, and which fell upon his ears with such an exasperating effect, that it brought him to an instant determination, and he replied, with unwonted spirit,
"I will come on, sir; and with your permission, we will see whether pupil or teacher shall be the master of the school for the remainder of the winter."
"Good! that sounds like something," said Bunker, with returning good humor. "Boys," he continued, nodding significantly to his two oldest sons, "boys, did you hear that? Ah! all will come out well enough, I imagine. But come, sir, now we have settled the contract, we will walk into the house for a little refreshment before we let you go home; and while taking it, we will fix on the day of beginning the school, first boarding place, &c. Come, sir, come on; and if you have a good appetite, I wil1 promise you a good dinner."
The decisive answer, which bound our hero to engage in this school, had now been given, and he had too much pride to make any attempts to recede from it; although, it must be confessed, that as soon as the momentary impulse, under which he had thus consummated the bargain, had died away, he more than half regretted the step he had taken. As it was, however, he soon determined to throw aside, as far as possible, both fears and regrets, and, arming himself with the rectitude of his purposes, proceed boldly and decidedly upon the task now before him.