Because I have known the torment of thirst I would dig a well where others may drink.
olve effort. He fairly ached to be famous. He was consuming with desire to be pointed out for admiration as the great this, that or the other thing--it did not matter to him what, as long as he could be pointed out. But he never had the least idea of working for it. At school he was a sad dunce. He was three grades below Yan and at the bottom of his grade. They set out for school each day together, because that was a paternal ruling; but they rarely reached there together. They had nothing in common. Yan was full of warmth, enthusiasm, earnestness and energy, but had a most passionate and ungovernable temper. Little put him in a rage, but it was soon over, and then an equally violent reaction set in, and he was always anxious to beg forgiveness and make friends again. Alner was of lazy good temper and had a large sense of humour. His interests were wholly in the playground. He had no sympathy with Yan's Indian tastes--"Indians in nasty, shabby clothes. Bah! Horrid!" he would scornfully say.
These kids are no sloths. Their passion is woodlore, and they work really hard immersing themselves in its pursuit. Inquisitive and competitive, the boys learn a lot about nature and they have a lot of wholesome fun in the process. Maybe what they learn (making arrows, stuffing owls, and much more) is not germane to modern urban life, but, of course, that's exactly what makes this book a great escape.