Comparisons Are Odious I had always been proud of my country, of course. Everyone is.
Compared with the other lands and other races I knew, the United States of America had always seemed to me, speaking modestly, as good as the best of them.
But just as a clear-eyed, intelligent, perfectly honest, and well-meaning child will frequently jar one's self-esteem by innocent questions, so did these women, without the slightest appearance of malice or satire, continually bring up points of discussion which we spent our best efforts in evading.
Now that we were fairly proficient in their language, had read a lot about their history, and had given them the general outlines of ours, they were able to press their questions closer.
So when Jeff admitted the number of "women wage earners"we had, they instantly asked for the total population, for the proportion of adult women, and found that there were but twenty million or so at the outside.
"Then at least a third of your women are--what is it you call them--wage earners? And they are all POOR. What is POOR, exactly?""Ours is the best country in the world as to poverty,"Terry told them. "We do not have the wretched paupers and beggars of the older countries, I assure you. Why, European visitors tell us, we don't know what poverty is.""Neither do we," answered Zava. "Won't you tell us?"Terry put it up to me, saying I was the sociologist, and Iexplained that the laws of nature require a struggle for existence, and that in the struggle the fittest survive, and the unfit perish.
In our economic struggle, I continued, there was always plenty of opportunity for the fittest to reach the top, which they did, in great numbers, particularly in our country; that where there was severe economic pressure the lowest classes of course felt it the worst, and that among the poorest of all the women were driven into the labor market by necessity.
They listened closely, with the usual note-taking.
"About one-third, then, belong to the poorest class,"observed Moadine gravely. "And two-thirds are the ones who are --how was it you so beautifully put it?--`loved, honored, kept in the home to care for the children.' This inferior one-third have no children, I suppose?"Jeff--he was getting as bad as they were--solemnly replied that, on the contrary, the poorer they were, the more children they had.
That too, he explained, was a law of nature:
"Reproduction is in inverse proportion to individuation.""These `laws of nature,'" Zava gently asked, "are they all the laws you have?""I should say not!" protested Terry. "We have systems of law that go back thousands and thousands of years--just as you do, no doubt," he finished politely.
"Oh no," Moadine told him. "We have no laws over a hundred years old, and most of them are under twenty. In a few weeks more,"she continued, "we are going to have the pleasure of showing you over our little land and explaining everything you care to know about.
We want you to see our people."
"And I assure you," Somel added, "that our people want to see you."Terry brightened up immensely at this news, and reconciled himself to the renewed demands upon our capacity as teachers.
It was lucky that we knew so little, really, and had no books to refer to, else, I fancy we might all be there yet, teaching those eager-minded women about the rest of the world.
As to geography, they had the tradition of the Great Sea, beyond the mountains; and they could see for themselves the endless thick-forested plains below them--that was all. But from the few records of their ancient condition--not "before the flood" with them, but before that mighty quake which had cut them off so completely--they were aware that there were other peoples and other countries.
In geology they were quite ignorant.
As to anthropology, they had those same remnants of information about other peoples, and the knowledge of the savagery of the occupants of those dim forests below. Nevertheless, they had inferred (marvelously keen on inference and deduction their minds were!) the existence and development of civilization in other places, much as we infer it on other planets.
When our biplane came whirring over their heads in that first scouting flight of ours, they had instantly accepted it as proof of the high development of Some Where Else, and had prepared to receive us as cautiously and eagerly as we might prepare to welcome visitors who came "by meteor" from Mars.
Of history--outside their own--they knew nothing, of course, save for their ancient traditions.
Of astronomy they had a fair working knowledge--that is a very old science; and with it, a surprising range and facility in mathematics.
Physiology they were quite familiar with. Indeed, when it came to the simpler and more concrete sciences, wherein the subject matter was at hand and they had but to exercise their minds upon it, the results were surprising. They had worked out a chemistry, a botany, a physics, with all the blends where a science touches an art, or merges into an industry, to such fullness of knowledge as made us feel like schoolchildren.
Also we found this out--as soon as we were free of the country, and by further study and question--that what one knew, all knew, to a very considerable extent.
I talked later with little mountain girls from the fir-dark valleys away up at their highest part, and with sunburned plains-women and agile foresters, all over the country, as well as those in the towns, and everywhere there was the same high level of intelligence. Some knew far more than others about one thing--they were specialized, of course; but all of them knew more about everything--that is, about everything the country was acquainted with--than is the case with us.
We boast a good deal of our "high level of general intelligence"and our "compulsory public education," but in proportion to their opportunities they were far better educated than our people.
