by M K Gandhi
The Municipality had to incur heavy expenditure, but it successfully arrested the further progress of the plague, and the city once more breathed freely.
XVIII
THE MAGIC SPELL OF A BOOK
The black plague enhanced my influence with the poor Indians, and increased my business and my responsibility. Some of the new contacts with Europeans became so close that they added considerably to my moral obligations.
I made the acquaintance of Mr. Polak in the vegetarian restaurant, just as I had made that of Mr. West. One evening a young man dining at a table a little way off sent me his card expressing a desire to see me. I invited him to come to my table, which he did.
‘I am sub-editor of The Critic,’218 he said. ‘When I read your letter to the Press about the plague, I felt a strong desire to see you. I am glad to have this opportunity.’
Mr. Polak’s candour drew me to him. The same evening we got to know each other. We219 seemed to hold closely similar views on the essential things of life. He liked simple life. He had a wonderful faculty of translating into practice anything that appealed to his intellect. Some of the changes that he had made in his life were as prompt as they were radical.
Indian Opinion was getting more and more expensive every day. The very first report from Mr. West was alarming. He wrote: ‘I do not expect the concern to yield the profit that you had thought probable. I am afraid there may be even a loss. The books are not in order. There are heavy arrears to be recovered, but one cannot make head or tail of them. Considerable overhauling will have to be done. But all this need not alarm you. I shall try to put things right as best I can. I remain on, whether there is profit or not.’
Mr. West might have left when he discovered that there was no profit, and I could not have blamed him. In fact, he had a right to arraign me for having described the concern as profitable without proper proof. But he never so much as uttered one word of complaint. I have, however, an impression that this discovery220 led Mr. West to regard me as credulous. I had simply accepted Sjt. Madanjit’s estimate without caring to examine it, and told Mr. West to expect a profit.
I now realize that a public worker should not make statements of which he has not made sure.221 Above all, a votary of truth must exercise the greatest caution. To allow a man to believe a thing which one has not fully verified is to compromise truth. I am pained to have to confess that, in spite of this knowledge, I have not quite conquered my credulous habit, for which my ambition to do more work than I can manage is responsible. This ambition has often been a source of worry more to my co-workers than to myself.
On receipt of Mr. West’s letter I left for Natal.222 I had taken Mr. Polak into my fullest confidence. He came to see me off at the station,223 and left with me a book to read during the journey, which he said I was sure224 to like. It was Ruskin’s Unto This Last.225
The book was impossible to lay aside, once I had begun it. It gripped me. Johannesburg to Durban was a twenty-four hours’ journey. The train reached there in the evening. I could not get any sleep that night. I determined to change my life in accordance with the ideals of the book.
This was the first book of Ruskin I had ever read. During the days of my education I had read practically nothing outside text-books, and after I launched into active life I had very little time for reading.226 I cannot therefore claim much book knowledge. However, I believe I have not lost much because of this enforced227 restraint. On the contrary, the limited reading may be said to have enabled me thoroughly to digest what I did read. Of these books, the one that brought about an instantaneous and practicalM1 transformation in my life was Unto This Last. I translated it later into Gujarati, entitling it Sarvodaya228 (the welfare of all).229
I believe that I discovered some of my deepest convictions reflected in this great book230 of Ruskin, and that is why it so captured me and made me transform my life. A poet is one who can call forth the good latent in the human breast.M2 Poets do not influence all alike, for everyone is not evolved in an equal measure.M3
The teachings of Unto This Last231 I understood to be:
That the good of the individual is contained in the good of all.
That a lawyer’s work has the same value as the barber’s inasmuch as all have the same right of earning their livelihood from their work.
That a life of labour, i.e., the life of the tiller of the soil and the handicraftsman232 is the life worth living.
The first of these I knew. The second I had dimly realized. The third had never occurred to me. Unto This Last made it as clear as daylight for me that the second and the third were contained in the first. I arose with the dawn, ready to reduce these principles to practice.
XIX
THE PHOENIX SETTLEMENT
I talked over the whole thingM1 with Mr. West, described to him the effect Unto This Last had produced on my mind, and proposed that Indian Opinion should be removed to a farm, on which everyone should labour, drawing the same living wage, and attending to the press work in spare time. Mr. West approved of the proposal, and £3 was laid down as the monthly allowance per head, irrespective of colour or nationality.M2
But it was a question whether all the ten or more workers in the press would agree to go and settle on an out-of-the-way farm, and be satisfied with bare maintenance.M3 We therefore proposed that those who could not fit in with the scheme should continue to draw their salaries and gradually try to reach the ideal of becoming members of the Settlement.
I talked to the workers in the terms of this proposal. It did not appeal to Sjt. Madanjit, who considered my proposal to be foolish and held that it would ruin a venture on which he had staked his all;M4 that the workers would bolt, Indian Opinion would come to a stop, and the press would have to be closed down.
Among the men working in the press was Chhaganlal Gandhi,233 one of my cousins.M5 I had put the proposal to him at the same time as to West. He had a wife and children, but he had from childhood chosen to be trained and to work under me. He had full faith in me. So without any argument he agreed to the scheme and has been with me ever since. The machinist234 Govindaswami also fell in with the proposal. The rest did not join the scheme, but agreed to go wherever I removed the press.235
I do not think I took more than two days to fix up these matters with the men. Thereafter I at once advertised for a piece of land situated near a railway station in the vicinity of Durban. An offer came in respect of Phoenix. Mr. West and I went to inspect the estate. Within a week we purchased twenty acres of land. It had a nice little spring and a few orange and mango trees. Adjoining it was a piece of 80 acres which had many more fruit trees and a dilapidated cottage.236 We purchased this too, the total cost being a thousand pounds.
The late237 Mr. Rustomji always supportedM6 me in such enterprises. He liked the project. He placed at my disposal second-hand corrugated iron sheets of a big godown238 and other building material, with which we started work. Some Indian carpenters and masons, who had worked with me in the Boer War, helped me in erecting a shed for the press. This structure, which was 75 feet long and 50 feet broad, was ready in less than a month. Mr. West and others, at great personal risk, stayed with the carpenters and masons. The place, uninhabited and thickly overgrown with grass, was infested with snakes and obviously dangerous to live in.239 At first all lived under canvas.240 We carted most of our things to Phoenix in about a week. It was fourteen241 miles from Durban, and two and a half miles from Phoenix station.242
Only one issue of Indian Opinion had to be printed outside, in the Mercury Press.
I now endeavoured to draw to243 Phoenix those relations and friends who had come with me from India to try their fortune, and who were engaged in business of various kinds. They had come in search of wealth, and it was therefore difficult to persuade them; but some agreed. Of these I can single out here only Maganlal Gandhi’s244 name. The others went back to business.245 Maganlal Gandhi left his business for good to cast in his lot with me, and by ability, sacrifice and
246 devotion stands foremost among my original co-workers in my ethical experiments. As a self-taught handicraftsman his place among them is unique.
Thus the Phoenix Settlement was started in 1904,247 and there, in spite of numerous odds, Indian Opinion continues to be published.248 But the initial difficulties, the changes made,249 the hopes and the disappointments demand a separate chapter.
XX
THE FIRST NIGHT
It was no easy thing to issue the first number of Indian Opinion from Phoenix. Had I not taken two precautions, the first issue would have had to be dropped or delayed. The idea of having an engine250 to work the press had not appealed to me. I had thought that hand-power would be more in keeping with an atmosphere where agricultural work was also to be done by hand. But as the idea had251 not appeared feasible, we had installed an oil-engine.252 I had, however, suggested to West to have something handy to fall back upon in case the engine failed. He had therefore arranged a wheel which could be worked by hand. The size of the paper, that of a daily, was considered unsuitable for an out-of-the-way place like Phoenix. It was reduced to foolscap size,M1 so that, in case of emergency, copies might be struck off with the help of a treadle.
In the initial stages, we all had to keep late hours before the day of publication. Everyone, young and old, had to help in folding the sheets. We usually finished our work between ten o’clock and mid-night. But the first night was unforgettable. The pages were locked, but the engine refused to work. We had got out an engineer from Durban253 to put up the engine and set it going. He and West tried their hardest, but in vain.254 Everyone was anxious. West, in despair, at last came to me, with tears in his eyes, and said, ‘The engine will not work, I am afraid we cannot issue the paper in time.’
‘If that is the case, we cannot help it. No use shedding tears.255 Let us do whatever else is256 humanly possible.257 What about the handwheel?’ I said, comforting him.
‘Where have we the men to work?’ he replied. ‘We are not enough to cope with the job. It requires relays of four men each, and our own menM2 are all tired.’
Building work had not yet been finished, so the carpenters were still with us. They were sleeping on the press floor. I said pointing to them, ‘But can’t we make use of these carpenters? And we may have a whole night of work. I think this device is still open to us.’
‘I dare not wake up the carpenters.258 And our men are really too tired,’ said West.
‘Well, that’s for me to negotiate,’ said I.
‘Then it is possible that we may get through the work,’ West replied.
I woke up the carpenters and requested their co-operation. They needed no pressure.M3 They said, ‘If we cannot be called upon in an emergency, what use are we?M4 You rest yourselves and we will work the wheel. For us it is easy work.’ Our own men were of course ready.
West was greatly delighted and started singing a hymn as we set to work. I partnered the carpenters, all the rest joined turn by turn, and thus we went on until 7 a.m. There was still a good deal to do. I therefore suggested to West that the engineer might now be asked to get up and try again to start the engine, so that if we succeeded we might finish in time.
West woke him up and he immediately went into the engine room. And lo and behold!259 The engine worked almost as soon as he touched it. The whole press rang with peals of joy. ‘How can this be? How is it that all our labours last night were of no avail, and this morning it has been set going as though there were nothing wrong with it?’ I enquired.
‘It is difficult to say,’ said West or the engineer, I forget which.260 ‘Machines also sometimes seem to behave as though they required rest like us.’
For me the failure of the engine had come as a test for us all, and its working in the nick of time as the fruit of our honest and earnest labours.
The copies were despatched261 in time, and everyone was happy.
This initial insistence ensured the regularity of the paper, and created an atmosphere of self-reliance in Phoenix. There came a time when we deliberately gave up the use of the engine and worked with hand-power only. Those were, to my mind, the days of the highest moral uplift for Phoenix.
XXI
POLAK TAKES THE PLUNGE
It has always been my regret that, although I started the Settlement at Phoenix, I could stay there only for brief periods.262 My original idea had been gradually to retire from practice, go and live at the Settlement, earn my livelihood by manual work263 there, and find the joy of service in the fulfilment of Phoenix. But it was not to be. I have found by experience that man makes his plans to be often upset by God,M1 but at the same time264 where the ultimate goal is the search of truth, no matter how a man’s plans are frustrated, the issue is never injurious and often better than anticipated. The unexpected turn that Phoenix took and the unexpected happenings were certainly not injurious, though it is difficult to say that they were better than our original expectations.
In order to enable every one of us to make a living by manual labour, we parcelled out the land round the press in pieces of three acres each. One of these fell to my lot. On all these plots we, much against our wish,265 built houses with corrugated iron. Our desire had been to have mud huts thatched with straw or small brick houses such as would become ordinary peasants, but it could not be. They would have been more expensive and would have meant more time, and everyone was eager to settle down as soon as possible.
The editor was still Mansukhlal Naazar. He had not accepted the new scheme and was directing the paper from Durban where there was a branch office for Indian Opinion. Though we had paid compositors, the idea was for every member of the Settlement to learn type-setting, the easiest, if the most tedious, of the processes in a printing-press. Those, therefore, who did not already know the work learnt it. I remained a dunce to the last. Maganlal Gandhi surpassed us all.266 Though he had never before worked in a press, he became an expert compositor and not only achieved great speed but, to my agreeable surprise, quickly mastered all the other branches of press work. I have always thought that he was not conscious of his own capacity.
We had hardly settled down, the buildings were hardly ready, when I had to leave the newly constructed nestM2 and go to Johannesburg. I was not in a position to allow the work there to remain without attention for any length of time.
On return to Johannesburg,267 I informed Polak of the important changes I had made. His joy knew no bounds when he learnt that the loan of his book had been so fruitful. ‘Is it not possible,’ he asked,268 ‘for me to take part in the new venture?’ ‘Certainly,’ said I, ‘You may if you like join the Settlement.’ ‘I am quite ready,’ he replied, ‘if you will admit me.’
His determination captured me. He gave a month’s notice269 to his chief to be relieved from The Critic, and reached Phoenix in due course. By his sociability he won the hearts of all and soon became a member of the family. Simplicity was so much a part of his nature that, far from feeling the life at Phoenix in any way strange or hard, he took to it like a duck takes to water.M3 But I could not keep him there long. Mr. Ritch had decided to finish his legal studies in England,270 and it was impossible for me to bear the burden of the office single-handed, so I suggested to Polak that he should join the office and qualify as an attorney. I had thought that ultimately both of us would retire and settle at Phoenix, but that never came to pass. Polak’s was such a trustful nature that, when he reposed his confidence in a friend, he would try to agree with him instead of arguing with him. He wrote to me from Phoenix that though he loved the life there, was perfectly happy, and had hopes of developing the Settlement, still he was ready to leave and join the office to qualify as an attorney, if I thought that thereby we should more quickly realize our ideals. I heartily welcomed the letter. Polak left Phoenix, came to Johannesburg and signed his articles with me.
About the same time a Scotch theosophist, whom I had been coaching for a local legal examination, also joined as an articled clerk, on my inviting him to foll
ow Polak’s example. His name was Mr. Maclntyre.271
Thus, with the laudable object of quickly realizing the ideals at Phoenix, I seemed to be going deeper and deeper into a contrary current, and had God not willed otherwise, I should have found myself entrapped in this net spread in the name of simple life.
It will be after a few more chapters that I shall describe272 how I and my ideals were saved in a way no one had imagined or expected.
XXII
WHOM GOD PROTECTS273
I had now given up all hope of returning to India274 in the near future. I had promised my wife that I would return home within a year. The year was gone without any prospect of my return, so275 I decided to send for her and276 the children.
On the boat bringing them to South Africa, Ramdas, my third son, broke his arm while playing with the ship’s captain.M1 The captain looked after him277 well and had him278 attended to by the ship’s doctor. Ramdas landed279 with his hand in a sling. The doctor had advised that, as soon as we reached home,280 the wound should be dressed by a qualified doctor. But this was the time when I was full of faith in my experiments in earth treatment. I had even succeeded in persuading some of my clients who had faith in my quackery to try the earth and water treatment.
What then was I to do for Ramdas?M2 He was just eight years old. I asked him if he would mind my dressing his wound.M3 With a smile he said he did not mind at all.M4 It was not possible for him at that age to decide what was the best thing for him, but he knew very well the distinction between quackery and proper medical treatment. And he knew my habit of home treatmentM5 and had faith enough to trust himself to me. In fear and trembling I undid the bandage, washed the wound, applied a clean earth poultice and tied the arm up again. This sort of dressing went on daily for about a month until the wound was completely healed. There was no hitch, and the wound took no more time to heal than the ship’s doctor had said it would281 under the usual treatment.