106 AWAKENING OF ENGLAND. 



There is one man, also a parish councillor, 

 whom I must mention, because his annals of 

 toil are remarkable. He appeared to be 

 about fifty years of age, with a whitening 

 beard on a brown, healthy face, whose serene 

 eyes looked out at you from under a broad- 

 brimmed Quaker hat. He was digging on 

 his five-acre fruit and vegetable garden, and 

 digging with one hand only, a hook doing 

 duty for the other hand. He lost his left 

 hand years ago, and with amazing dexterity 

 has been earning his living since by catching 

 eels and working on the land — earning sufficient 

 not only to keep himself, but also to build a 

 cottage worth £130, and purchase by degrees 

 five acres of land. 



In the little out-of-the-way village of 

 Ingham, near Stalham, I found a man who 

 was working on one acre of allotment, growing 

 black-currants and raspberries. He was a 

 middle - aged man who could neither read 

 nor write, and yet by his intelligently 

 directed labour he had grown £70 worth of 

 fruit on his allotment. His acre produced for 

 him two and a half tons of black-currants and 

 half a ton of raspberries. Probably, if the fruit 

 had been better marketed, he would have 



