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Thanks to theory—I know;
as a result of practice—I feel.
Janusz Korczak

Children are not future human beings, they

are already human beings.
Yes, they are human beings, not dolls;
we speak to their reason and they will
answer;
we speak to their heart and they will feel us.
Janusz Korczak
For Wouter Pols and Inge van Rijn
Preface, Acknowledgements and Dedication

In the mid-80s, I encountered the name ‘Janusz Korczak’ for the first time. And,
like others, I wondered: ‘Janusz who?’ This wonder was the beginning of a search
into the life and works of this strange and captivating man, that goes on until today,
and continues to bring me new insights and questions—endless questions, and some
answers too. The questions that Korczak raises are primarily about children and their
place in society, which makes him a social pedagogue and educator par excellence. It
is to him that we owe the pedagogical specification of such concepts as ‘participation’,
‘respect’, ‘justice’, and children’s rights that are part and parcel of our language of
pedagogy today. He was not only a forerunner, and ahead of his time, but also a true
experimenter and innovator, who always sought new ways to do justice to children.
During a time—the last quarter of the nineteenth century and the first half of the
twentieth—when adults were scarcely provided with political and social rights, this
Polish-Jewish doctor, educator and prolific writer had the audacity to stand up for
children and ask for, no: claim their rights. As a children’s advocate, he truly was a
revolutionary and a radical. He was no philosopher or theorist of education, though,
as I said, he probably single-handedly invented some of the most important ideas
and ideals of today’s education. He was a storyteller, a poet, a man of music and
of plays, and some of the best children’s books of the twentieth century came from
his imagination, and through his pen on paper. He was a person for whom lived
experience was the alpha and omega of education. Children were his example for
this experience, since they are ‘feelers’, while adults are ‘thinkers’. His published
works in Polish comprise novels, poems, essays, diaries, prayers, plays, short notes
and letters.1 The titles of his major works unveil a programme: How to love a child
(without a question mark!) from 1919 to 1920, and ‘A child’s right to respect’ from
1929, an essay about the ‘status’ of children in society that is as topical today as in
the time it was written. From his novels I’d like to mention When I am little again

1 Still
not everything is translated. In German there are Sämmtliche Werke (Collected Works, 17
volumes), in Hebrew a selection of nine volumes; a smaller selection in English, and a still smaller
choice in other languages.

ix
x Preface, Acknowledgements and Dedication

(from 1925) and the two novels for children about the Child-King Matt (both from
1923). But this short list could easily be extended with dozens of other works.2
In all of these, the main idea or thread is formed by questions such as: What,
or rather: who is the child? What makes her/him human? What is humanity? What
makes a society worthy of this heading: a ‘human society’? Korczak thus combines
in an illuminating way different levels of experience: the individual level, the level of
the community and of the society as a whole, and even of humankind as a universal
phenomenon. This also makes clear that Korczak is not the child-centred pedagogue
that is sometimes made of him, far from it, I would say. The fact that he has written
much about individual children, and indeed there are dozens, if not hundreds of these
portraits in his works, should not distract from the fact that he always writes about
children in context. And what counts in social contexts is: justice.
Korczak believed that the world could be a better place. One can only look with
admiration at the way he tried to convey, and ‘live’ this ideal in the most horrific of
times. He was a political pedagogue (if one is willing to interpret the term ‘political’
in a specific sense, which I will defend in this book), but he never tried to reach his
political goals at the expense of the children. He tried to strengthen their resilience,
as we would now call it, to cope with a world on fire. It is a great challenge to
live together with others whom you have not chosen yourself, as was the case in
the orphanage Dom Sierot in Warsaw of which Korczak was the director for 30
years (1912–1942). For educators it is a great challenge not to resort to authoritarian
ways of education and upbringing, to ‘rule’ all those ‘unruly’ boys and girls, and
this is precisely why Korczak experimented with democratic, and as I will explain,
‘republican’ ways of living and working with children. And adults, I might add. For
us, adults, parents, educators, teachers, group leaders and tutors, the plurality of the
world, as Hannah Arendt called it, is both a challenge and a commitment. Korczak
knew all about plurality: he was up to his neck in it, every day.
Korczak was a man, and a human. He therefore had his faults. For instance,
although on first sight it seems that he was the ideal, ever-patient, ever-compassionate
educator we all strive to be (or do we?), he had his moments of impatience, of
resistance against children’s wishes and demands; he suffered from moods of gloom
and even depression. His worldview was not just optimistic; he knew, he wrote, that
in every human there sits, waiting for its release, the homo rapax, the rapacious
one, who does not hesitate to make his fellow-humans suffer or even die. History,
unfortunately, is at Korczak’s side here. Also, in our own days it is evident that
layers of culture, and cultivation, are only thin, and only ‘this’ has to happen to be
broken through, as the multitude of child-abuse cases and the child-unfriendliness
of the world at large prove every day. Although it would be easy to write a book on
Korczak as a happy man who always saw the sunny side of things, this would be
unfair. His ‘darker’ sides must be acknowledged, not only to do justice to him but
also because they are our own darker sides (the darkness of the soul, Arendt calls it
somewhere).

2 Janusz Korczak. A bibliography 1939–2012 (Eds. Medeveda-Nathoo and Sanaeva, 2012) contains

over 350 entries of works in English by and about Korczak.

Preface, Acknowledgements and Dedication xi

This book is in some part based upon the work I have written and published earlier,
mostly in Dutch, and some in English. I have reworked and reorganized all previous
texts, to fit the form of this short book, and added much new material. In the last few
years there has been an increase in publications on Korczak in the English language,
and also there are new translations of some of his major works. As far as possible, I
refer to these works.
If Korczak is new to you, then I hope you will enjoy this book as an introduction.
If you are familiar with him, I hope this book will nevertheless shed some new light
on him. And if you are an expert, I hope you will examine my work critically.

Acknowledgements

Since the 1990s, I am actively engaged in the national and international Korczak
world. As a Board member of the Dutch Janusz Korczak Association for almost 18
years, until May 2014, I have come into contact with many fellow countrymen and
women, and children, whose life and work in education, child care and welfare is
inspired by Korczak. Especially I want to thank Theo Cappon, Arie de Bruin and
René Görtzen for our many stimulating conversations, and the activities we undertook
together. Korczak also has a definite international, if not cosmopolitan meaning. He
‘took’ me, so to speak, to Russia, Poland, the United Kingdom, Belgium, France,
Germany, Switzerland, Israel and Japan. I was able to see and hear about the work
done there. In most cases I was invited to give a lecture or do a workshop, which was
most gratifying. In particular, I want to thank, in no specific order: Tatyana Tsyrlina-
Spady, Batia Gilad, Avi Tsur, Irit Wyrobnik, Irina Demakova, Rosa Valeeva, Marek
Michalak, Kristin Poppo, Mark Bernheim, Malgorzata Kmita, Kelvin Ravenscroft,
Jadwiga Bińczycka, Basia Vucic and Marc Silverman for our interesting talks and
exchanges.
I also want to thank the editors of Springer, and the reviewers for their illuminating
comments on the manuscript of this book.

Dedication

This book is dedicated to my dear friends Wouter Pols and Inge van Rijn. Wouter
and I met in 2000, shortly after he’d read my dissertation on Dewey and reviewed
it favourably, and a friendship developed that is both intellectual and spiritual.
When Wouter asked me to join him in writing a new textbook on education for
the teacher education institutes in our country I agreed, and this became the widely
used Schoolpedagogiek. He introduced me to the work of Hannah Arendt, which has
become very important to me, and on which (he and) I have published extensively.
For Wouter, Korczak’s view became the sort of pedagogy we desperately need as a
xii Preface, Acknowledgements and Dedication

way of looking at (and doing) education, a field that is so dominated by the reduc-
tionist social sciences. With Inge, whom I met around the same time as Wouter, I
did a lot of practical work, especially in day care centres, where Korczak’s ideas
became a guide for many workers. We published a booklet about our courses, that is
still used, in Dutch, English, German and French editions. Inge really is the Dutch
expert where the application of Korczak’s ideas to day care is concerned. Her own
publications are witness to this. So I am very happy to dedicate this one to both
Wouter and Inge.

The Hague, the Netherlands Joop W. A. Berding

August 2020 Independent Scholar
Introduction

How to love a child

His greatest writing, and indeed considered as his magnum opus, How to love a
child dates from a century ago, 1919–1920. It consists of four parts: The child in
the family; the orphanage; the summer camps; and the orphan’s home.3 It is one of
the most original contributions to pedagogy, child psychology, and the science of
children’s health of the twentieth century. Although it offers anything but theory in
the strict sense, it does offer important insights into what and who children are; it
gives impressions of their hearts and their souls: their longings and dreams and a
clear picture of what it takes to be(come) an educator. Korczak did not write in a
scientific fashion about these subjects, take this example: ‘All tears are salty. One
who understands this, can become an educator; one who doesn’t cannot’ (Korczak
1979, 119; transl. by me, JWAB). Elsewhere he writes, ‘Be yourself, seek your own
path. Know yourself before wanting to know children’ (Korczak 2018a, 107).
As it will become clear, Korczak was trained as a physician, and he specialized
in child health care. This means that he had a thoroughly scientific and empirical
outlook. This can be seen in many places in his works, when he describes how
he monitors children’s health (weight, height, lung capacity, diseases, etc.), and he
deliberates what the best practice or intervention (or non-intervention) would be.
But other than pedagogues for whom scientific ‘evidence’ is the alpha and omega
of their actions, Korczak has severe reservations: he takes nothing for granted. Here
are some quotations that show this.
How, when, how many—why? I sense a great many questions awaiting answers, doubts
seeking explanations. And I respond: ‘I don’t know’ (Korczak 2018a, 2).
I do not know, and cannot, how unfamiliar parents under unfamiliar circumstance can raise
a child with whom I am also unfamiliar—can, I say, and not wish to, nor should (Korczak
2018a, 2; emph in or.).

3 It should be noted that the second and fourth parts deal with the same subject: life in the orphanage

Dom Sierot, then on Krochmalna [Street] 92 in Warsaw.

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xiv Introduction

We have tens of thousands of measurements, some not entirely consistent charts of average
growth, we know nothing about what purpose the observed accelerations, delays, and
deviations in growth serve (Korczak 2018a, 47–48).
We do not know the child—worse, we know her through our prejudices (Korczak 2018a,
155).

Korczak’s pedagogical ‘mission’ is to do away with every pedagogical

(pre)judgment that does not rest upon authentic observation and reflection on the
part of the educator. Strahlberg (2012, 20) states. ‘Since he [Korczak] was a doctor
by profession, he wanted to diagnose. The difference between him and today’s doctors
or educators is the amount of time Korczak spent before he treated. Observe, listen,
dialogue, treat … are the steps he used in his practice’. By laying so much stress on
the educator-as-researcher, Korczak seems to manifest himself as a naïve empiricist,
but this is far beside the point (Efrat Efron 2018, 382). Korczak is the first to acknowl-
edge that it is hardly possible to derive any prescription for action from allegedly
‘hard’ empirical facts. Despite all scientific knowledge and accumulated insights,
children, every child, remain a mystery. He writes:
Thanks to medicine I learned to link—arduously—scattered details and contradictory symp-
toms into the logical picture of a diagnosis. And enriched by an experienced awareness of
the might of nature’s laws and the genius of scientific human thought I stand before the
unknown—the child (Korczak 2018a, 153).

In other respects too, Korczak deviated and still deviates from mainstream peda-
gogy. He does not develop (a) theory, and is hardly interested in it. Korczak gives
us, his readers, access to the world of children, through his stories, his ‘narratives’.
Most of what he has written, consists of stories: all his novels, and even his essays,
his prayers, and his ghetto diary, are made up of little stories.4 This makes him part
of a qualitative tradition in the human sciences, and especially in pedagogics, that
does not seek the truth in randomly controlled test trials, but in what the Dutch-
Canadian pedagogue Max van Manen so eloquently calls ‘lived experience’ (Van
Manen 2015). Lived experience is what one experiences, or goes through, and which
incites joy, or pain or frustration, and calls for thinking and reflexion (and perhaps
for a judgment). One’s experiences, as a human, as an educator, as …, get a place in
stories, that stay as close as possible to what ‘really’ happened. No reductions, no
cramping into a (theoretical) framework, but written from an open and honest and,
in the case of Korczak, also self-critical stance towards one’s own actions, feelings,
emotions, in short: experiences. It will become clear that where Korczak’s stories
are concerned, no detail was too small to be insignificant. In other words: everything
counted, like, say, in the case of a child who collects anything in his trouser-pockets
(Korczak 2018a, 199).

4 Of Alone with God. Prayers of those who don’t pray (from 1922) there is still no comprehensive
English translation. Five prayers were published in Dialogue and Universalism, XI, no. 9-10, 2001,
68-73, a few others in The Newsletter of the Janusz Korczak Association of Canada. See the Appendix
for ‘the prayer of an educator’.
Introduction xv

Analogies

Korczak was of course not the only one who tried to redevelop the institutions for the
young, and in close cooperation with them. The nineteenth century and especially
the second half of it, saw the rise of educational and youth movements in many
countries in Europe. Experimental schools were initiated, new methods were tried
out and some Western European pedagogues such as Johann Heinrich Pestalozzi
(1746–1827) and Friedrich Froebel (1782–1852), and in the United States John
Dewey (1859–1952) rose to fame, and founded schools for the new pedagogy. The
new outlook gave much attention to the child’s own initiative, and to spiritual and
bodily development, and child’s play first became an important activity, and then a
distinct field of study. There are probably both differences and analogies between
Korczak and other towering figures of educational renewal.5 He has been called
the Polish Pestalozzi, which, although not completely accurate, is understandable
because there are similarities between the latter’s activity-principles and Korczak’s
ideas of the active participation of children. According to Lifton (2005, 36) Korczak
‘considered Pestalozzi one of the greatest scientists of the nineteenth century’. And
indeed, Korczak writes favourably about the Swiss pedagogue: his ‘letters about his
time in Stanz are the most beautiful work of a caregiver-practitioner’ (Korczak 2018a,
121).6 And like Froebel, Korczak stresses the importance of play, and music, stories
and gatherings for children’s wellbeing and development.7 Between Korczak and
Dewey, lastly, there are many similarities with regard to their child-views, and their
longing and practical actions to reform educational institutions along democratic,
participative lines (Berding 2020; Kirchner 2020). Froebel, Dewey and Korczak share
a fascination for children’s play. It is interesting that they advocated play in three
different educational settings, the kindergarten, primary school and the orphanage,
respectively. Important differences in their conceptualization of play, however, must
not be neglected. In Froebel’s ‘idealistic’ view play was a means for the child to attain
a symbolic sense of the universe, nature and God. For Dewey it was a ‘realistic’ way
to explore the world, without (economic) pressure. For Korczak play is a ‘space’
where children are to a certain extent independent from adults (Korczak 2018a, 61).
For Korczak there was an intrinsic relationship between education, children’s rights,
participation, the strife for justice, and life in general.8 This book aims to show what

5 See Silverman (2017) for a select overview of both gentile and Jewish influences on Korczak.
6A conspicuous difference between the two is that Pestalozzi failed as a practical educator, also in
his own estimation, while Korczak was successful, although perhaps not by his own standards.
7 There is a well-known picture of Korczak, taken in 1923 in front of Dom Sierot, where he plays a

little trumpet, among other players of musical instruments. On a serious note, it is in a way shocking
but also consoling that a few days before the orphanage was deported to the trains, Korczak had
the children rehearse and actually perform Tagore’s play The post office, which is a tale about death
and loss, and acceptance. See Doron 2018; Felix 2018.
8 To be sure, there are certainly educators who had and have a comparable commitment. For a

comparison of Korczak and thinkers-activists such as Neill, Weineken, and Makarenko see Cohen
1994, 297-312.
xvi Introduction

this relationship looked like, what it meant for Korczak, and for the children and
what we may learn from it for our own practices today.

The Chapters

This book is divided into six chapters. Chapter 1 is biographical in nature, and
describes the life and works of Korczak in four phases: first, his youth and becoming
Janusz; the second and crucial phase when he joined the summer camps for deprived
children as a group leader, and learned what it means to be an educator; the third
phase, beginning in 1912, with the commencement of his works as director and doctor
in the orphan’s home, ends in August 1942 when he, the orphans and his co-workers
were marched off to the trains, to be gassed in Treblinka. In the sixties, a new phase
began when his work was rediscovered, and people all over the world heard his name
for the first time.
Chapters 2 through 4 contain the bulk of the presentation of his principles-put-
into-action, starting in Chap. 2 with ‘respect’, the basis as it were; then in Chap. 3 the
means, children’s participation, to culminate in Chap. 4 in the ideals and workings
of and for justice: Korczak’s unique experiment of the children’s court. Throughout
these chapters, works by Korczak and others are used as (primary and secondary)
sources, to present or to illuminate his ideas.
In Chap. 5 the question of the topicality of these ideas, and practices will be
discussed. What are we to think about children’s courts, are such practices still
relevant, and more importantly, what is the value of the underlying idea of doing
justice in educational settings?
A short Chap. 6 (Afterword) and an Appendix conclude this book.

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Contents

1 The Ethos: Living with and for Children . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1

1.1 1878: From Henryk to Janusz . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1
1.2 1904: What It Means to Be an Educator . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2
1.3 1912: Living Together . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 7
1.4 1942: (To) the Bitter End—And Beyond . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 9
1.5 Conclusion . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 10
References . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 11
2 The Basis: Respect for the Child . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 15
2.1 ‘A Child’s Right to Respect’ . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 15
2.2 Three Basic Children’s Rights . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 17
2.3 Conclusion . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 20
References . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 21
3 The Means: Participative Education . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 23
3.1 The Term ‘Participation’ . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 23
3.2 From Principles to Action . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 24
3.2.1 The Notice Board . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 25
3.2.2 The Book-Shelf . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 26
3.2.3 The Shop and the Broom Stand . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 27
3.2.4 Parliament . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 27
3.2.5 Little Review . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 28
3.2.6 The School . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 29
3.2.7 Tutorship . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 32
3.2.8 Meetings . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 32
3.3 Participation—at All Costs? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 33
3.4 Conclusion . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 35
References . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 36
4 The Core: Doing Justice . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 39
4.1 Striving for Justice . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 39
4.2 The Book of Law . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 40
4.3 The ‘Republican’ in Korczak . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 42

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4.4 Conclusion . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 44
References . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 44
5 Today: Living Together in a ‘Republican’ Fashion . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 45
5.1 A Humanistic, Universal Educator . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 45
5.2 The Reconstruction of Institutions . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 46
5.3 Conclusion . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 47
References . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 48
6 Afterword: Educating for Justice . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 49
References . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 50

Appendix . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 51
About the Author

Joop W. A. Berding was born in 1954, in The Hague, the Netherlands. He started
his career as a teacher in primary schools. Meanwhile, he trained as an advanced
educationalist and philosopher of education (B.A., M.A., Ph.D.). During the second
part of his career he worked as a civil servant for youth policy and welfare on both
the municipal and state level, as an educational councillor, and, before retiring, 11
years as an assistant professor, manager and researcher of education and youth at
the Rotterdam University of Applied Sciences (teacher education and social studies,
B.A.s and M.A.s).
From 1990 onwards Berding has published extensively, mostly in Dutch but also in
other languages (English, German) on topics educational, and on qualitative research
methodology. In his writings he seeks to link insights from education, philosophy and
ethics with everyday practice in families, schools, day care and youth work. Three
major sources of inspiration are the works of Janusz Korczak, John Dewey and
Hannah Arendt, on whom he has published a number of books and many (reviewed)
articles and book-chapters, and gave many lectures, in different parts of the world. His
latest book (November 2019, in Dutch) is on patience and impatience in upbringing
and education. A new book on Arendt is in preparation.
From 1996 to 2014 Joop Berding was a member of the Board of the Janusz
Korczak Association in the Netherlands, and from 2011 to 2013 Vice-president-
elect of the International Korczak Association. He is still active in the international
Korczak world.
A comprehensive list of Joop Berding’s publications may be found on his website
www.joopberding.nl (with an overview of publications in English).

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1.1 1878: From Henryk to Janusz

I am not ambitious. I have been asked to write my childhood memories – and refused (Korczak
1967, liv).1

On July 22, 1878 or 1879,2 Janusz Korczak was born as Henryk Goldszmit into a
Jewish family in Warsaw.3 His father Jozef Goldszmit was a lawyer and the family
was doing well. That changed when Henryk was 17 or 18 years old. His father died,
probably as a result of alcohol abuse. Also, ‘insanity’ seems to have played its part,
which led the son not to want to become a father himself. Henryk was not physically
strong: he played a lot indoors, in the drawing room, under the care of women,
his mother and grandmother.4 He didn’t like going to school, he thought it was an
‘artificial life’ (Korczak 1979, 51). The gymnasium also weighed heavily on him,
and he only blossomed during his studies at university. He took the name ‘Janusz
Korczak’ in a writing competition in 1898, and won a prize for a short story. Poland
was not an independent state at the time5 and there was much hidden social and
political tension. Korczak became a member of the so-called ‘flying university’, an
alternative to the official courses that came together as a kind of flash mob. Within

1 The quotations that head each section in this chapter are taken from Korczak’s short note ‘Appli-
cation’ from February 9, 1942, of which the first sentence goes: ‘Kind friends have asked me to
write my last will’ (Korczak 1967, li).
2 There is uncertainty about the exact year, due to negligence on the father’s part. The birth certificate

has been lost. Most scholars use 1878, and so do I.

3 Korczak’s father, Jozef, and his uncle, Jakub, belonged to what Lifton calls ‘the narrow stratum

of society made up of Polish and Jewish liberal intelligentsia’ (Lifton 2005, 23). Silverman (2017,
23–45) gives a picture of both Korczak’s ‘Polishness’ and ‘Jewishness’.
4 Korczak’s mother died in 1920. He was very much saddened by this loss, and wrote 19 ‘prayers’, or

perhaps better: conversations with God. One of them, the prayer of an educator, is in the Appendix
of this book.
5 Poland was part of the Russian (Tsarist) Empire, and only became an independent state in 1918.

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the political spectrum of those days, Korczak was to be found on the left side: in him
socialism and patriotism were united.6
Already in 1901 his first novel, Children of the Street, was published, which was
set in the slums of Warsaw. More introspective was The Child of the Drawing Room,
from 1906, in part an autobiographical work in which Korczak’s sensitivity to the
disadvantaged position of children is already visible. In the years that followed,
more works appeared, including plays with a clearly socially critical approach. After
obtaining his doctor’s degree in 1904, Korczak went to work in a Jewish children’s
hospital. Less than a year later, however, he had to stand up for conscription, and
worked as a physician during the Russo-Japanese War. Back as a citizen, he started a
private practice and made a name for himself as a general practitioner. He picked up
the thread of his work for children again by specializing in paediatrics. He studied in
London and Berlin and became even more sensitive to the relationship between health
and society (Lifton 2005, 54–55). In 1904, Korczak was only modestly equipped—
paediatrics, a socially critical stance and a literary talent—but then a decisive, and in
fact life changing moment came for him, still as a student: he went as a leader with
a group of children to a summer camp.

1.2 1904: What It Means to Be an Educator

As an organizer – I cannot play the big boss (Korczak 1967, liv).

In How to love a child, first published in 1919, Korczak writes, almost 15 years
after he first went to the summer camps as a group educator:
I owe a great deal to the summer camp. Here it was that I first met with a flock of children and
got to know the ABCs of practical childrearing in independent work (Korczak 2018a, 160).

Between 1904 and 1908, Korczak participated three times in such a summer camp.
In particular, the description of the first summer camp will continue to be documented
as an important pedagogical writing, due to the varying, often unsuccessful attempts
of a novice educator to get a grip on what he is actually doing.7 Korczak’s confusion
in a world that he knew little about or did not understand, and to which he had no
access, left him bewildered. This part of How to love a child is especially exceptional
because on the one hand it is a ‘confessional’: Korczak examines himself, his own
actions and motives critically, and honestly admits his failure, and at the same time
it is also a report about the ‘Bildung’ of a young and inexperienced educator.

6 Already in 1899, in a short essay, Korczak (2018b, 95–98) shows his interest in social questions.
He devotes attention to Christ’s saying ‘Love thy neighbour as thyself’, and he applies this to three
oppressed groups in society: the poor, women and children. For an illuminating commentary on
Korczak’s social pedagogical view in this essay, see Wyrobnik (2020).
7 Smolinska-Theiss (2018, 26) makes an interesting and important remark about (Korczak’s) being

a ‘novice’, when she says that everyone already has some experience related to upbringing; and
indeed, we’ve all been children.
1.2 1904: What It Means to Be an Educator 3

In its rich detail, it is a self-critical account of a very personal quest to find

out what it means to be an educator (Berding 2004). Korczak found out ‘the hard
way’ that all his attempts to win the children’s affection, his indulgence but also his
nonchalance and lack of seriousness, were counterproductive, and even provoked
violence, both with the children and himself. Slowly, Korczak came to the realization
that educating children does not mean that you give them their way in everything, but
that you mediate, talk, discuss and adjust, and above all that you and your children
work together again and again. The whole work of Korczak is immersed in this
pedagogical ethos (Berding 2017).
When Korczak was put in charge of about 30 children in that summer of 1904,
he did have some practical experience with upbringing. He had given private lessons
for 10 years, and as a doctor he had a lot of experience with sick children. And,
not without pride, he writes that he had read many books about the psychology of
the child (Korczak 2018a, 166). At the beginning of the summer camp, Korczak
undertook to treat all children equally. He wanted to give them as much freedom as
possible. Full of enthusiasm and idealism, he prepared, bought a gramophone and
some records, collected games and found a magic lantern somewhere. He was not
concerned about order in the dormitory, or getting to know the names of the children
and such practical matters. He believed, he writes, that it would ‘come naturally’
(Korczak 2018a, 161). And also: ‘Naively trusting in how easy it would be, I clung
to the charm of the task before me’ (Korczak 2018a, 161). When Korczak looked
back on that time, he comes to the following insights:
With my wealth of illusions and poverty of experience, sentimental and young, I thought that
I would be able to do much because there is so much I wish to do. I believed that it’s easy
to win the love and the trust of the child world, that one ought to give children free reign in
the country side, that it is my duty to treat them all identically, that good will quickly brings
out remorse in every juvenile sinner. For these children, ‘of basements and attics’, I wished
to make the four-week stay at the camp ‘a ribbon of happiness and joy’ without a single tear
(Korczak 2018a, 160).

How different the practice of living in a group turned out to be! Korczak’s ideas
about freedom, equal treatment and what is important in life totally did not match
with the life world of these disadvantaged children. They spoke a different language:
the language of the street and of survival. Korczak did not realize that with high-
minded ideals and sophisticated theories one didn’t get very far with these children.
The journey by train from the city of Warsaw to the countryside, and then by horse
and cart and on foot was already chaotic. Things went wrong already on the train
when children threw each other’s luggage out. At the camp house, Korczak had no
idea what to do with all the clothes, pocket money and toothbrushes the children
brought with them. He left it to the manager of the house. He did let the children—
convinced that they could manage without him—choose their place at the table: ‘How
should children sit at the table? I didn’t foresee this either. I hastily decided at the last
minute, in keeping with the prevailing principle of freedom: let them sit where they
want’ (Korczak 2018a, 165). Choosing the sleeping places also amounted to a mess,
numerous fights broke out. After a lot of fussing it was finally calmer in the evening,
and Korczak pondered what had happened that day, with a ‘vague appreciation of
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my own failures’, but, he writes, ‘I was too bewildered to seek out their sources’
(Korczak 2018a, 165).
When a brawl broke out that night, he felt ‘helpless against the mystery of the
collective soul of the society of children’ (Korczak 2018a, 166)—an experience that
many educators, teachers and group leaders probably have had early on in their
careers. He experienced ‘how powerful and threatening’ children can be, ‘when they
attack one’s will in united effort, aiming to burst the dam – not children, but an
elemental force’ (Korczak 2018a, 316). It was a disappointment for this educator,
who meant so well and was so good to the children. After some boys got Korczak
almost to the point of threatening to use force, he came to the following insight:
The whole crystal edifice of my dreams had come crashing down, had fallen to rubble. Anger
and thwarted ambition: I’ll be a laughing stock to those whom I surpass in feeling, those
whom I wanted to convince, to attract with my example, maybe to impress (Korczak 2018a,
168).
In these words, the first signs of self-reflection become visible: the educator’s
reflection on his own motives has begun. But it took an incident to really get to
the core. It became clear that the riots would repeat and that some boys had taken
sticks out of the forest to fight with each other and also with Korczak. He now
abandoned his sentimental attitude. He took the sticks for the night and said they
would talk about it the next day. This was the turning point that to my mind is one
of the defining moments in the history of modern education. The realization, finally
breaking through, that education is not about the fun and ease of the educator, but
about how to build and maintain a just community. Korczak realized that raising
children is (sometimes) hard work, because all people, including children, have their
own motives and interests and make their own decisions and choices. The resistance
that arises makes an undeniable appeal to the educator (Meirieu 1995). Korczak puts
it this way:
The following day, as we were talking in the woods, I spoke for the first time not to the
children, but with them; I spoke not about what I want, but about what they want to and can
become. Perhaps this is when, for the first time, I became convinced that one can learn a great
deal from children, that they both assert their own demands, conditions, and stipulations,
and have a right to do so (Korczak 2018a, 169).

Children’s participation was born at that decisive moment. From that moment
on, Korczak organized ‘meetings’ or ‘discussions’ with the children, in which he
discussed all kinds of subjects. In Korczak’s own development from a novice to an
educator it is a ‘Pauline moment’,8 with the kairotic release that is characteristic of it:
the flash of the insight that education and upbringing imply talking with children but
that adults can also learn from children. The dialogue took the place of the monologue;
educator and children were placed in a clear position towards each other, and it was
clear to everyone under what conditions they participated in the summer camp.
During the following summer camps, Korczak put these lessons into practice.
To begin with, he dealt much more directly with the children; after a few days he

8 By this I refer to the conversion of Saul to Paul, on his way to Damascus, as described in Acts 9:
3–9.
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knew all the faces and names, so that he could address the children personally.9
Korczak no longer let the children mess around, but created a structure of tasks and
responsibilities. He defined his own role as an educator as responsible for the whole,
but realized that he could not, and did not have to do everything himself. All children
were given a task: one with meals, the other in the kitchen or cleaning the toilets
(a task that Korczak himself often took care of). From now on, taking notes was an
important pedagogical tool for Korczak: about the appearance of children, about their
active or more passive character, about their playing, about every meeting or quarrel
or whatever he wrote. These observations became his ‘working material’, just like a
librarian dabbles in a new pile of books (Korczak 2018a, 17510 ). He learned to look
at children the way an insect expert looks at his beloved beetles (Korczak 2018a,
190). Throughout his life, Korczak kept the exact outlook of the natural scientist.
At the summer camp he kept statistics; for example, he drew a ‘Curve of children’s
fights at camps.’
July 5 – thirty children – twelve fights; a meeting to stop fighting; next day – three fights
only; again eight and ten – then six fights. Second meeting on the subject of accord, held
in the woods. Next day only two fights. Again seven, five – three fights. Meeting to agree
on: ‘One day without fights’. As a result of collective effort – the next day one fight only
(Korczak 1967, 36911 ).

This approach is interesting for several reasons. Firstly because of its exactness
and sequence over time, but secondly and mainly because of the deliberate efforts
that Korczak made to bring the children to different, non-violent behaviour through
consultation. It also shows Korczak as a ‘realistic’ educator: he acknowledges that
there will always be fights and arguments, that it is common for children to fight (every
now and then) and it is unrealistic to prohibit this. He writes: ‘I’m no advocate of
fights. But as an educator I need to have an understanding of them. And I do. I don’t
condemn them. I accept them’ (Korczak 2018b, 60). Korczak does not say it, but I
think that with the result of only one brawl, he would have been very content.
Another consequence of the meetings in the woods was that Korczak experimented
with a form of justice: the children’s court (Görtzen 2007, 51–56). At first, he took
the initiative himself, for example to sit in a room with two arguing children to talk
it over. In view of the public nature of the later children’s court in the orphanage, it
is interesting that during the summer camps Korczak still believed that it is better
to handle cases behind closed doors, because that makes ‘more impression’ [on the
children] (Görtzen, 2007, 51). The court in the summer camp consisted of three
children, and the hearings took place in the forest. Both the accuser and the defender
were adults, which is also an interesting difference from the orphanage, as we shall
see in Chap. 4. During the summer camps, it turned out that Korczak’s main ‘sanction’

9 Every teacher knows the difference between saying ‘you there!’ to a student, and addressing him
or her with their own name. And every student also knows the difference.
10 Although much of this material is lost, there still remains so much that gives us insight into

Korczak’s views, and working method, and also to his own inner, spiritual life.
11 Unfortunately, this story and its corresponding chart are not reprinted in the new English edition

of Korczak’s works.
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was forgiveness (Görtzen 2007, 53). Korczak also kept statistics on court hearings,
so that he ended up with an immense amount of material at the summer camps. His
practice was and continued to be for the rest of life one of observing, noting and
studying.
At night before bedtime, Korczak told stories to the children, for example about
who slept in bed number so and so the previous year. He had a suitable way for every
child to wish him or her good night. He got to know the group as a whole and each
child individually. Of course, there were troublemakers. He did not speak to them
about morals, but took a business-like attitude: these are the conditions under which
you can participate in the camp, or else you can go home. ‘Anything but insipid
sentiment’, says Korczak, because the child will laugh at you: he or she will respect
you less for it (Korczak 2018a, 180). He took his responsibility as a group leader
and gave structure to the group, for example by dividing the tasks, but also by giving
children joint responsibility and having them take care of each other. When a small
child cried, he sent an older child to comfort him, because ‘he’d do a better job of it’
(Korczak 2018a, 176).12
Korczak also experienced the ‘practice shock’ that the children could do some
things better than he did. What did he learn from it; what did this shock bring him
as an educator, as a person? In his own words is the following:
What looks like the most beautiful assumption has to be tested. The most obvious truth,
difficult to execute in its practical application, should be examined diligently and critically.
We are significantly more experienced than children, we know a great deal that children do
not, but children know better than we do what they are thinking and feeling (Korczak 2018a,
182).

The message is clear and is clearly communicated to the educator by the children:
let go of that ‘pedagogy of good intentions’, and be open to what children have to offer
and to ask you. You cannot know children from theory; this requires practical expe-
rience, including the practice shock described by Korczak. There is really only one
way to get to know, understand and trust children, namely by constantly observing,
trying and starting over with a lot of patience and from a respectful attitude. This is
the core of the ‘pedagogy of respect’, which I will discuss in the next chapter.
Korczak returned from the summer camps as a different man: he realized that
education cannot be without guidance nor institutions (Berding 2020). The gathering
in the forest and in the footsteps of it the children’s court emerge from this period in
Korczak’s life as the institutions that made the conversation possible, which offered
possibilities for and set limits to the freedom of both children and educator. It was
the educator who took the initiative for this and guaranteed a fair course. In the next
period, that of the orphanage, from 1912 onwards, the traces of this can easily be
identified. In the orphanage, the conversation about mutual problems, quarrels and
fights also played an important role. Korczak, however, took a decisive step during
this period, perhaps the most radical step in the history of education, by connecting
public speaking and judgments in the children’s court. This ‘republican’ approach is
discussed in the next section, and, as said before, in Chap. 4 in detail.

12 On the responsibility of educators, see Wyrobnik (2017).

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1.3 1912: Living Together

Clumsy, therefore impetuous if upset; tediously developed self-control – has made me able
to engage in team work (Korczak 1967, lv).

It was discussed in Warsaw: the well-known and beloved doctor Goldszmit would
start working in October 1912 in the newly opened Jewish orphanage Dom Sierot
at Krochmalna [Street] number 92.13 Why did he give up his promising career? An
important motive lay in Korczak’s already mentioned social involvement. He realized
that medicine alone was not enough for a full life and certainly not when it came to
children. The new orphanage, financed by well to do Jews, would be an example of
how orphans could be housed in a dignified way and be prepared for life in society.
The children, aged 7 to about 14, came from several outdated orphanages. With them,
Korczak’s only permanent co-worker in the 30 years after that, Stefania Wilczyńska,
usually affectionately called ‘Mrs. Stefa’, came to Dom Sierot (Sachs 1989; Lifton
2005; Talmage-Schneider 2015).14 The children, 107 to be precise, were orphans
and semi-orphans, and in part what we would now call ‘disadvantaged children’ or
‘at-risk youth’. At least they weren’t little darlings, as many testimonies and life
reports show (Talmage-Schneider 2015).
Initially, the organization therefore did not run smoothly. In addition, in August
1914 Korczak was called up for conscription15 and started working as a medical
doctor in Russian service at the front. He had to leave the care of the children to
Stefa, with the utmost confidence. At the front Korczak wrote his magnum opus
How to love a child, from which I already quoted in the previous section. In it he
incorporated his experiences as a general practitioner and, as we saw, his development
as an educator in the summer camps. He also wrote about what he had experienced
until then in the orphanage and that was no small feat. Korczak had decided, clearly
on the basis of his previous experiences and failures, not to run the orphanage as a
kind of sole ruler. His commitment was to involve the children in everything, and
he took a number of measures to this end (he ‘instituted’ a number of pedagogical
practices, you might say), from the seemingly very simple, such as well-stocked
bookshelves, a separate drawer for every child and a notice board, to more complex
ones, such as the duties-roster and the establishment of a parliament (for all these

13 It is a miracle that this building (present address Jaktorowska 6), which now houses a beautiful

exhibition on Korczak, has survived the demolition of Warsaw. The famous author Isaac Bashevis
Singer lived in the same street, on number 10, and has written about it in his memories A day of
pleasure (Singer 1969).
14 Stefania Wilczyńska was born on May 26, 1886 in Warsaw, and together with Korczak and the

orphans from Dom Sierot was murdered in Treblinka on August 5 or 6, 1942. In recent years there
is, especially in her homeland, a growing interest in her person and work; it is evident that she was
more than the stereotype ‘woman behind a great man’.
15 All in all, Korczak served, as a medic, in three wars: the Russian-Japanese war of 1905, the First

World War (1914–1918) and the Polish-Soviet war (1919–1921). As Medvedeva-Nathoo (2018b,
332) writes: ‘Then, in 1939, the winds of the Second World War swept across Europe – for Korczak
the fourth and last war.’.
8 1 The Ethos: Living with and for Children

matters and more, see Korczak 2018a, 190–250, and for a practical translation to
our time Berding et al. 2010; Berding 2013). The most appealing, however, was the
children’s court, which I now want to briefly consider.
The children’s court16 is unique in the history of education (Görtzen 1992). Never
before had there been such a way of working with children for a just community, at a
time when even most adults did not have any (political) rights. The children’s court
took a step beyond the already revolutionary approach to the ‘gatherings in the forest’
during the summer camps. The uniqueness of the children’s court lies in the idea of
the ‘mediation’ between (interests of) people that is typical of the ‘republican’ form
of living together.17 The essence is the recognition of mutual interests, wishes and
motives, as well as the recognition that everyone has the right to pursue what seems
best to him, but that this also has its limits. Those limits lie in the pursuit of others, who
also want the best. Korczak’s work with the children’s court was aimed at taking the
confrontation of interests, wishes and opinions out of the ‘private’ sphere—where
the ‘law of the strongest’ prevails—and making it public. Disagreement, quarrels
and conflicts between some individuals always have an effect on the community—
positive or negative—but as long as the community does not ‘see’ it, it cannot judge
it. With the children’s court, Korczak introduced public speaking and judgments
about matters that seemingly concern only a few individuals, but in reality, affect
the entire community. That is his unique contribution to thinking about and actually
doing education (Berding 1994; Berding 2018).
In the 1920s and 1930s, the living conditions for the Jews became increasingly
acute due to the increasing anti-Semitism. Korczak and his orphanage also suffered
from this. However, that did not stop him from working on many different fronts
at the same time. With his help, a second, non-Jewish orphanage, Nasz Dom (Our
Home), opened its doors in 1919 and Korczak was appointed as a lecturer at the Insti-
tute of Special Pedagogy in Warsaw. It was also important that a piece of land, called
‘Różyczka’ (‘Little Rose’), was made available to the orphanage just outside the city,
so that it now had its own holiday colony (Vucic 2018, 522). Korczak was asked to
become an expert in legal proceedings concerning children, and overall became a kind
of national education authority. His name will always remain connected as initiator
and co-editor to the world’s first independent children’s newspaper, ‘Mały Przegl˛ad’
(Little Review). The editorial team, consisting of children and with the editorial
address at Dom Sierot, had a network of child correspondents all over Poland, who
reported on what children were going through. Their stories were published in Little
Review, often with a short response from Korczak himself (Lifton 2005, 176–180).
The children’s newspaper can also be regarded as an important educational institu-
tion, and as a means of communication between children and their educators. It is

16 In the new edition (Korczak 2018a, 207) it is translated as ‘collegial court’, but this has the
disadvantage that the core idea—a court consisting of children—disappears out of sight. I therefore
will continue to use ‘children’s court’.
17 I want to stress that ‘republican’ throughout this book does not refer to any political party, but

to the (ancient) idea of the ‘res publica’, the common cause or good. It is very meaningful that
Korczak’s orphanage Dom Sierot was known as the ‘children’s republic’.
1.3 1912: Living Together 9

one of the many ways in which Korczak was involved with language on a daily basis:
he wanted to share as much of it as possible with the children.
Conditions worsened in the 1930s; the orphanage had to survive, and Korczak’s
work increasingly consisted of scraping together the necessary resources, not
only money but also food. When Nazi Germany invaded and occupied Poland in
September 1939, Korczak and his children entered the last phase of their lives and
work.

1.4 1942: (To) the Bitter End—And Beyond

I am sixty-four (Korczak 1967, li).

I feel old whenever I recall the past, years and events gone by. I want to be young, so I make
plans for the future. What shall I do after the war? (Korczak 2018b, 267).18

The end came in the summer of 1942. The orphanage was already housed in the
so-called small ghetto of Warsaw at that time and terrible conditions prevailed. On 5
or 6 August, the orphanage was evacuated, in the context of the complete destruction
of the Jews of Warsaw by the Nazis. All inhabitants had to line up; leading the way
were Korczak and Stefa and a child with the green flag of the orphanage.19 A few
eyewitness accounts tell that the march to the railway station (‘Umschlagplatz’) was
very dignified. From there, trains took them to the Treblinka extermination camp,
some 60 kms northeast of the city. It has been said that when Korczak, Stefa and the
approximately 200 children were gassed in Treblinka, ‘a legend’ arose and ‘a martyr’
was born (Chiel 1975, 364). This view played an important role in the creation of
the image of Korczak after World War II. He was a hero, because he had rejected the
opportunity to escape.20 He was a saint, you could even hear, in some quarters.21
This first phase of the reception of Korczak’s work with its picture of him as a
saint began—not surprisingly—in Germany, in the late 50s. A copy of the diary that
Korczak had kept in the ghetto during the occupation and the final period, and which
had been bricked into a wall by his secretary Igor Newerly, was retrieved (Korczak
2018b, 257–330).22 Former students and pupils from the orphanage who had left
or escaped long before, began to tell their stories. It took several more years for a
general awareness of the destruction of the Jews and other minorities to surface. In

18 This is taken from Korczak’s diary (aka ‘ghetto diary’ or ‘memoirs’) which he kept from May till

August 4, 1942, the day (or two days) before the orphanage’s inhabitants were marched away.
19 The green flag comes from the King Matt stories, and is still used by many korczakian youth

groups around the world.

20 It is, up to this date, unclear whether Korczak really was offered freedom, by the side of the train,

by a Nazi officer, who allegedly had read his children’s books, as some narratives suggest (see
Lifton 2005, 351; Medvedva-Nathoo 2018a, ix).
21 ‘For the world today, Janusz Korczak is a symbol of true religion and true morality’, Pope John

Paul II, quoted in Joseph 1999.

22 See Newerly (1967) for an account of the history of this copy.
10 1 The Ethos: Living with and for Children

addition, the dichotomy between the East and the West played a role in Germany.
It is noteworthy that the first publications on Korczak include texts by East German
educators, for whom Korczak was the communist educator par excellence.23 Others
saw him primarily as a representative of the so-called laissez-faire pedagogy. In
the 1970s, Korczak was even drawn into the camp of the so-called anti-pedagogy
(Berding 1990).
After the attention for Korczak as a person, a second phase began when an
interest arose in his pedagogical ideas: important works were translated into several
languages, and foundations and societies were set up in several countries to spread
his ideas. Also, Korczak’s name and fame was spread via plays, and later feature
films.24 Much has been published in the form of translations, but even (much) more
in the form of studies of his life and works, and also a number of books for younger
and older children are devoted to him.25
From the 1970s, the professional fields of youth care, primary education and
childcare became familiar with Korczak’s pedagogy, marking a third phase. This
has led to many publications, workshops and lectures given and practical support
provided in developing Korczak-inspired practices. An International Korczak Society
was created in 1978 by the Polish government. This coincided with the UNESCO
Year of the child, which was also declared the Year of Korczak. Many national
societies joined the independent International Korczak Association (IKA). The IKA
organizes international meetings and conferences, and strives to influence policies
for youth care and education on the international level.26 Korczak’s life and legacy
are researched both at academic and professional levels.27

1.5 Conclusion

Although Korczak knew many happy days, most of his life was one of hardship, and
much suffering. He was fully aware of the fragility of life, and was very sensitive
to the needs and sufferings of others, especially children. His formative years in the
summer camps, and the subsequent 30 years of living with orphaned children made
him a children’s advocate, who stood up for their rights. His influence extended
widely beyond the orphan’s home in Warsaw, at first and already during his lifetime,

23 For a retrospective of the reception of Korczak and his pedagogy in Germany, see Engemann-

Reinhard (2013).
24 Two famous examples of these are Korczak and the children, by Erwin Sylvanus, 1957 (or.

German), and Korczak, the film by the Polish director Andrzej Wajda, from 1990.
25 To name just a few, from three different languages: Bernheim (1989), Stoffels (1996), Meirieu

(2012), and most recent Shepard (2015), and Gifford (2018).

26 The IKA is on Facebook.
27 In many countries academic and professional research on Korczak is being done within institutions

for higher learning, as part of research and/or teaching programmes (see, i.e. Tsyrlina-Spady 2018);
in some, such as Poland and Israel there are research institutions exclusively devoted to his life and
work.
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 CHAPTER XXVII
WHAT WAS THAT?

Dorothy stood very quiet for a moment, saying nothing, just

staring at her chum.
Then suddenly she began to laugh—a wild sort of laughter that had
tears in it.
Tavia looked at her sharply, then reached out a hand and gripped
her hard.
“Dorothy, you’ve got to stop that!” she cried. “There isn’t anything
to laugh about—really, you know.”
“That’s why I’m laughing, I guess!” retorted Dorothy.
But she had stopped her untimely mirth and was gazing moodily
enough at the sodden, dreary forest about them.
“We shouldn’t be standing under a tree in a thunder and lightning
storm,” she said absently. “It’s dangerous.”
It was Tavia’s turn to laugh.
“So I’ve heard,” she said. “And if you can tell me any way that we
can avoid it, I’ll be very grateful. Oh, Doro, what’s the use? We are
just stuck, that’s all.”
That fact was so obvious that Dorothy did not take the trouble to
answer it.
“It’s all my fault,” said Tavia after a moment, her voice sounding
queer and remote above the clamor of the storm. “I ought to have
looked where I was going.”
“It isn’t your fault any more than mine,” Dorothy declared.
“Anyway, nobody could look where she was going in this storm.”
“Well, I suppose we might as well go on,” said Tavia, slapping the
reins upon the pony’s sleek and steaming back. “If we have luck we
may stumble on the path.”
“Stumble is right,” said Dorothy wearily, as she urged her reluctant
pony onward. “Oh, if I could only lie down somewhere,” she added,
in a tone that she made sure would not reach Tavia. Then the
absurdity of her wish appealed to her and in spite of the misery and
danger of their predicament, she was forced to laugh at herself.
“So many nice comfortable places around here to lie down in,” she
told herself, sweeping a hand about at the sodden landscape.
“Although it would be hard to be more wet and miserable than we
are just now,” she added.
They wandered on for a long time—they had no conception of just
how long. Finally, because the chill was creeping into their bones and
they felt stiff and cramped in their saddles, they dismounted and
stumbled along on foot, leading their ponies.
At least they would get some exercise and keep the blood stirring
in their veins.
Then at last relief came, or partial relief. The storm at last blew
itself away and the sun—a faltering and late-afternoon sun, but the
sun nevertheless—broke through the heavy clouds.
Tavia was inclined to greet him with loud exclamations of joy, but
Dorothy was too bruised and anxious and miserable of mind and
body to care very much whether the sun shone or not.
They sat down after a while on a couple of rocks that seemed not
quite so wet as the surrounding country to talk things over.
“Garry and the rest of the handsome cowboys must be somewhere
in the neighborhood,” said Tavia, determined to take a cheerful view.
“And if one of them doesn’t stumble upon us Garry is sure to send
out a searching party as soon as he finds we are gone.”
“But he won’t know we are gone till he gets back to the ranch, and
that may be late to-night,” Dorothy pointed out to her, adding with a
little moan: “What will he think of me when he finds what I have
done!”
“What we have done,” corrected Tavia. “Anyway, he will be far too
glad to get you back again to scold. You can be sure of that.”
“And Joe! We have done a lot toward finding Joe!” went on
Dorothy bitterly. “Those men could have done anything they liked to
him as far as we are concerned. As trailers we are a brilliant success!”
“We haven’t set the world on fire yet,” Tavia admitted, as she
jumped briskly to her feet. “But there is no use giving up the old ship
so soon. As long as we can’t find our way out of the trackless forest
we might as well make good use of our time and keep on hunting for
Joe.”
Dorothy stared at her chum for an instant. Then she also got to her
feet, though stiffly and wearily. She was beginning to be achingly
conscious of numerous bruises she had not known she possessed, of
sharp twinges in her back and arms that made her want to cry aloud
with the stabbing pain.
But if anything could be done, if there was the slightest chance of
finding Joe—though this she doubted—she would not give up.
“You are a confirmed optimist, Tavia honey,” she said. “But I’m
glad you are. You make a mighty-much cheerfuller companion, that
way.”
“You said it!” Tavia replied, as they started on slowly, leading the
horses. “Although I must confess that, internally, I am not as
cheerful as I have sometimes been. Something whispers that it has
been a long, long time since I gratified my craving for sustenance.”
“Oh, I don’t believe I can ever eat again!” cried Dorothy.
“You just wait till somebody tries you on a good hot plate of stew
or some good hot vegetable soup,” advised Tavia sagely. “My, what
would I give for a sniff of Mrs. Hank Ledger’s kitchen just now!”
“Oh, don’t! What is the use!” cried Dorothy, and to Tavia’s
complete surprise and dismay she began to cry, not violently, but
softly and pathetically as if she could no longer check the tears.
“Doro darling!” cried Tavia, putting an arm about her chum in
instant sympathy and alarm. “What is the matter? You? Why, you
never did this before!”
“I know it,” replied Dorothy, dabbing at her eyes with a sodden
handkerchief. “But I ache so, Tavia, and I am so frightened about
Joe, and I wish Garry were here. Then, when you spoke of the ranch
kitchen, it was just about the last straw!”
“You might know I would go and put my foot in it!” cried Tavia
penitently and quite at a loss what to do next. “You poor girl. You got
horribly banged up with that fall. If you weren’t the best sport ever
you wouldn’t go on at all. But honestly, Doro, I don’t know what to
do.”
“Of course you don’t,” cried Dorothy, trying to smile and
succeeding pretty well, considering. “And I am a goose to act this way
——”
She stopped short, a curious expression leaping to her eyes.
What was that she had heard?
Had it been a wail—a cry for help?
Nonsense! In this wilderness?
Again it came, and this time unmistakable.
She clung to Tavia, her face terrible to see in its agony of doubt, of
sudden hope.
“Some one is in trouble!”
Tavia whispered the words as though loth to break the tense
silence between them.
But suddenly Dorothy broke from her, running wildly, blindly
through the woods.
“It’s all right, Joe darling! I’m coming! Dorothy’s coming!”
 CHAPTER XXVIII
A VOICE IN THE MOUNTAIN

Tavia overtook Dorothy, grasped her fiercely by the arm and

clapped a frantic hand upon her mouth.
“Hush, Doro! Are you mad?” she whispered fiercely. “There is
something queer going on here. You must not let any one hear you.”
“But it was Joe!” cried Dorothy, struggling frantically to be free.
“Didn’t you hear? It was Joe’s voice! Let me go, Tavia! Let me go!”
“Not until you can listen to reason,” cried Tavia, and Dorothy
suddenly became quiet, staring at her tensely.
“Oh, you are right—of course you are right,” she said, making a
terrible effort to calm herself. “I was a little mad, I guess. Joe calling
for help. Tavia, we must go to him quickly!”
“Of course we must,” agreed Tavia soothingly. “But it won’t do us
any good to rush in when we don’t know what we may be rushing
into. Besides, how can you be sure that was Joe’s voice?”
“Oh, Tavia, I know! Don’t you suppose I would know his voice
anywhere?”
Tavia nodded and scanned the mountain side with puzzled eyes.
“Where do you suppose it came from?” asked Dorothy, her voice
lowered to a whisper. She was beginning to tremble and her teeth
chattered uncontrollably. “It sounded as if——”
“It came from the side of the mountain,” Tavia replied. “I can’t
understand it, but if we go cautiously we probably can solve the
mystery.”
But to “go cautiously” was the last thing Dorothy wanted to do just
then. Usually the cautious one, accustomed to restraining the
impetuous Tavia, now the tables were reversed. Dorothy was the one
who could brook no delay, Tavia the one who counseled caution.
But though Dorothy’s heart urged her to fly to Joe, knowing that
he was in peril, her head whispered that Tavia’s advice was sound—
that they must proceed with infinite caution if they meant to help her
brother.
When Tavia said that the sound seemed to come from the side of
the mountain she had meant to be taken literally.
Through the woods and directly in front of them they could see the
mountain where it rose abruptly upward. There was no trail at this
point, for here the mountain was practically unclimbable.
The trail, the one they had lost, zigzagged tortuously this way and
that seeking those sections of the mountain where it was possible for
men to force a pathway.
“We had better tether our ponies here,” Dorothy suggested softly.
“If we take them much farther they are apt to whinny.”
“Excellent idea!” said Tavia, suiting the action to the word. “Now,
we’ll see what is funny about that mountain.”
Silently they crept through the woods, careful to avoid twigs that
might crack under their feet.
Once when Tavia caught her toe in the gnarled root of a tree and
fell full length upon the ground, she lay there for several seconds,
afraid to move while Dorothy stood motionless, her hand touching
the trunk of a tree to steady herself.
Nothing happened, no sound broke the murmurous silence of the
woods, and finally they gained courage to start again.
They had gained some distance when Dorothy stopped,
bewildered, and reached out a hand to Tavia.
“It’s queer we don’t hear any further sound from him,” she said,
her lips close to Tavia’s ear. “I can’t tell which way to go, can you?”
Tavia shook her head and was about to speak when Dorothy raised
her hand imploringly.
She had heard another sound, and they were startlingly close to it.
A man was speaking and although they could not hear the words
they could tell by his tone that they were angry and threatening. And
again the voice seemed to come from the heart of the mountain itself.
 “Where in the world does that voice come from?” whispered Tavia.
“I don’t mind telling you, Doro, that it has me scared.”
Dorothy held up her hand again, gesturing for silence. Then,
before Tavia knew what she was up to, Dorothy flung herself face
down upon the ground and with infinite caution made her way, eel-
like, toward a huge rock that jutted out from the mountainside.
Wondering, Tavia followed her example.
Dorothy did not increase her speed even when a sharp cry rang
out, shattering the silence with breath-taking abruptness.
“I won’t do it—you—you—” came a boy’s voice, broken and furious.
“You wouldn’t try to make me do a thing like that if you weren’t a lot
of cowards! You wait till I tell Garry! You just wait!”
“Oh, we’ll wait all right, kid.”
The girls were near enough now to hear the sneering words,
although the tone was still carefully lowered.
The boy tried to answer, but a heavy hand across his mouth
strangled the defiance.
Dorothy had reached the jutting, out-flung rock and had solved the
mystery of the mountain.
For the rock served as a gigantic door, almost blocking up the
entrance of a cave that seemed to extend far into the mountain. From
where she and Tavia had stood when Joe’s desperate cry first
reached their ears, the rock entirely concealed the entrance to the
cave.
A most excellent retreat and one admirably adapted to the needs of
Larrimer and his gang!
Tavia crowded close to her side and Dorothy saw that she also had
discovered the answer to the riddle.
With infinite caution Dorothy crept still closer to the entrance of
the cave, peering around the edge of the rock.
The cave was so dark that at first she could see nothing.
Then, as her eyes became accustomed to the gloom, she made out
the figure of a man squatting upon something that looked like an
overturned keg or small barrel. His back was turned squarely to her
so that she could not catch even a profile glimpse of his face.
 Then, her eyes searching feverishly, they fell upon an object that
very nearly caused her to forget the need of caution.
Lying huddled upon the floor of the cave, pushed a little further
into the darkness than the man’s figure, was something that
appeared to be a bunch of old clothes. It moved, cried out in misery,
and Dorothy knew that it was Joe.
Every instinct in her prompted her to fly to him, to take him in her
arms and loose the cruel bonds that bound him.
She half rose to her feet. A sound that seemed loud to Tavia,
crouching at her side, but was, in reality, only the shadow of a sound,
escaped her lips.
Tavia immediately drew her down, pressed a warning hand against
her lips.
“Don’t spoil it all now!” she hissed. “Lie still and wait.”
Dorothy nodded mutely and peered round the rock again.
Suddenly she pressed back, pushing Tavia with her behind the
shelter of its huge bulk.
For the man had risen and was moving toward the entrance of the
cave.
“So you think you won’t, my hearty,” they heard him say in his
heavy, jeering tone. “Well, I am goin’ to give you just one more
chance before we really begin to put the screws on. This here little
letter we want you to write, my lad, ain’t goin’ to hurt Garry Knapp
none.” The scoundrel condescended to an argumentative tone and
Dorothy clinched her hands fiercely.
“All you have to do is to write him a letter,” the heavy voice went
on, “tellin’ him you will be as free as air as soon as he agrees to sell us
his land—at a fair figure, mind, a very fair figure. You would be doin’
him a favor, really. Think of all that cash right in his hand to-
morrow, say, or the next day at the outside. You would be doin’ him a
favor and savin’ your own skin at the same time. Come now, how
about it? Let’s be sensible.”
Dorothy listened breathlessly for her brother’s answer. She did not
realize how much that answer meant to her till later when she found
the imprint of her fingernails in the palms of her two hands.
 “Say, I can’t tell you what I think of you—I don’t know words that
are bad enough!” cried Joe furiously. “But I know you’re a—a—bum—
and I’ll get even with you for this some day.”
“Some day—mebbe,” the man sneered. “But in the meantime this
place ain’t goin’ to be any bed of roses for you, my lad. You gotta
think of that, you know.”
“I don’t care, as long as I play fair with Garry,” muttered the boy. “I
—I—don’t care what—what you do with me.”
But Dorothy knew that, despite all his bravado, Joe was only a boy
and he did care. And even while her heart ached with pity, it thrilled
with pride at the thought that he had stood the test, had proved
himself a thoroughbred. He would “play fair” with Garry, no matter
what happened.
She shrank back suddenly as Joe’s tormentor brushed the rock
that guarded the entrance of the cave and disappeared into the
woods.
“Now, Tavia!” she whispered tensely. “Now!”
 CHAPTER XXIX
THE DASTARDLY PLOT

The two girls waited to make sure there was no one else in the cave
besides Joe, listened until the sounds made by his captor crashing
through the underbrush had died away.
Then Dorothy ran to him, sank to her knees beside him, laughed
and cried over him as she lifted his head and held it tight against her.
“Joe, Joe! why did you run away? We’ve been nearly crazy, dear!
No, no, don’t cry, Joe darling! It’s all right. Your Dorothy is here.
Nothing, nothing will ever hurt you again.”
Her arms tightened about him fiercely and the boy sobbed, great,
tearing sobs that he was ashamed of but could not control.
The storm lasted only a minute, and then he said gruffly, big-boy
fashion, to hide his weakness:
“I—you oughtn’t to come near me, Dot. I—I’ve done an awful thing
and got myself into a heap of trouble!”
“Never mind about that now, dear,” cried Dorothy, suddenly
recalled to the peril of their situation. “We’ve got to get you away
before that dreadful man comes back.”
“He went off to fetch the others,” said Joe, growing suddenly eager
and hopeful now that rescue seemed near. “They are going to do
something awful to me because I wouldn’t——”
“Yes, yes, Joe, I know. But now be quiet,” cried Dorothy, as she
propped him up against the wall and began to work feverishly at the
knots of the heavy cord that bound his feet and hands. “Some one
might hear you and—oh, we must get away from here before they
come back!”
 “Here, I have something better than that,” cried Tavia, who had
been watching Dorothy’s clumsy efforts to unloose Joe’s bonds.
She fished frantically in the pockets of her jacket and brought forth
a rather grimy ball of cord and a penknife. This she held up
triumphantly.
“A good sight better than your fingers!”
“Oh, give it to me, quickly,” cried Dorothy, reaching for the knife in
an agony of apprehension. “Oh, it won’t open! Yes, I have it!”
With the sharp blade she sawed feverishly at the cords.
They gave way one after another and she flung them on to the floor
of the cave.
Joe tried to get to his feet, but stumbled and fell.
“Feel funny and numb, kind of,” he muttered. “Been tied up too
long, I guess.”
“But, Joe, you must stand up—you must!” cried Dorothy
frantically. “Come, try again. I’ll hold you. You must try, Joe. They
will be back in a minute! Never mind how much it hurts, stand up!”
With Dorothy’s aid Joe got to his feet again slowly and painfully
and stood there, swaying, an arm about his sister’s shoulders, the
other hand clenched tight against the damp, rocky wall of the cave.
The pain was so intense as the blood flowed back into his tortured
feet that his face went white and he clenched his teeth to keep from
crying out.
“Do you think you can walk at all, dear?” asked Dorothy, her own
face white with the reflection of his misery. “If you could manage to
walk a little way! We have horses in the woods and it would be
harder for them to find us there. Try, Joe dear! Try!”
“I guess I can make it now, Sis,” said Joe from between his
clenched teeth. “If Tavia will help a little too—on the other side.”
“I guess so!” cried Tavia with alacrity, as she put Joe’s other arm
about her shoulders and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. “Now
something tells me that the sooner we leave this place behind the
healthier it will be for all of us.”
“Hush! What’s that?” cried Dorothy, and they stood motionless for
a moment, listening.
 “I didn’t hear anything, Doro,” whispered Tavia. “It was just
nerves, I guess.”
They took a step toward the entrance of the cave, Joe still leaning
heavily upon the two girls.
A horse whinnied sharply and as they paused again, startled, a
sinister shadow fell across the narrow entrance to the cave. They
shrank back as substance followed shadow and a man wedged his
way into the cave.
He straightened up and winked his eyes at the unexpected sight
that met them.
Dorothy stifled a startled exclamation as she recognized him. It
was the small, black-eyed man, Gibbons, known to Desert City as
George Lightly, who stood blinking at them.
Suddenly he laughed, a short, sharp laugh, and turned back toward
the mouth of the cave.
“Come on in, fellows!” he called cautiously. “Just see what I
found!”
Joe’s face, through the grime and dirt that covered it, had grown
fiery red and he struggled to get free of Dorothy and Tavia.
“Just you let me get my hands on him!” he muttered. “I’ll show
him! I’ll——”
“You keep out of this, Joe,” Dorothy whispered fiercely. “Let me do
the talking.”
Three other men squeezed through the narrow opening and stood
blinking in the semi-darkness of the cave.
One of them Dorothy recognized as Joe’s former captor, a big,
burly man with shifty eyes and a loose-lipped mouth, another was
Philo Marsh, more smug and self-sufficient than she remembered
him, and the third was Cal Stiffbold, her handsome cavalier of the
train ride, who had called himself Stanley Blake.
It took the girls, crouched against the wall of the cave, only a
moment to see all this, and the men were no slower in reading the
meaning of the situation.
Stiffbold’s face was suffused with fury as he recognized Dorothy
and Tavia, and he took a threatening step forward. Philo Marsh
reached out a hand and drew him back, saying in mild tones:
 “Easy there, Stiffbold. Don’t do anything you are likely to regret.”
“So, ladies to the rescue, eh?” sneered Lightly, thrusting his hands
into his pockets and regarding the girls with an insulting leer.
“Regular little heroines and all, ain’t you? Well, now, I’ll be blowed!”
“Young ladies, this isn’t the place for you, you know.” Philo Marsh
took a step forward, reaching out his hand toward Joe. “You’re
interfering, you know, and you’re likely to get yourselves in a heap o’
trouble. But if you’ll go away and stay away and keep your mouths
closed——”
“And leave my brother here with you scoundrels, I suppose?”
suggested Dorothy.
The hypocritical expression upon the face of Philo Marsh changed
suddenly to fury at her short, scornful laugh.
“Scoundrels, is it?” he sneered. “Well, my young lady, maybe you’ll
know better than to call honest people names before you leave this
place.”
“Honest people! You?” cried Dorothy, no longer able to contain her
furious indignation. “That sounds startling coming from you, Philo
Marsh, and your—honest friends!
“Do you call it honest,” she took a step forward and the men
retreated momentarily, abashed before her fury, “to take a poor boy
away from his people, to hide him here in a place like this, to torture
him physically and mentally, to attempt to make him false to all his
standards of right——”
“See here, this won’t do!” Lightly blustered, but Dorothy turned
upon him like a tigress.
“You will listen to me till I have said what I am going to say,” she
flung at him. “You do all this—you honest men,” she turned to the
others, searing them with her scorn. “And why? So that you can force
Garry Knapp, who has the best farmlands anywhere around here—
and who will make more than good some day, in spite of you, yes, in
spite of you, I say—to turn over his lands to you for a song, an
amount of money that would hardly pay him for the loss of one little
corner of it——”
“Say, are we goin’ to stand here and take this?”
 “Yes, you are—Stanley Blake!” Dorothy flamed at him, and the
man retreated before her fury. “And then, when this boy defies you,
what do you do? Act like honest men? Of course you do! You
threaten to ‘put the screws on’ until he is too weak to defy you, a boy
against four—honest—men! If that is honesty, if that is bravery, then
I would rather be like that slimy toad out in the woods who knows
nothing of such things!”
“Hold on there, you!” George Lightly started forward, his hand
uplifted threateningly. “You call us any more of those pretty names
and I’ll——”
“What will you do?” Dorothy defied him gloriously, her eyes
blazing. “You dare to lay a hand upon me or my friend or my
brother,” instinctively her arm tightened about Joe, “and Garry
Knapp will hound you to the ends of the earth. Hark! What’s that?”
She paused, head uplifted, listening.
They all listened in a breathless silence while the distant clatter of
horses’ hoofs breaking a way through the woodland came closer—
ever closer!
“Garry!” Dorothy lifted her head and sent her cry ringing through
the woodland. “We are over this way, Garry, over this way! Come qui
——”
A HORSEMAN BROKE THROUGH THE
UNDERBRUSH. IT WAS GARRY.

“Dorothy Dale to the Rescue.” Page

237
 CHAPTER XXX
CAPTURED

A rough hand closed over Dorothy’s mouth, shutting off her

breath, strangling her. In an instant Tavia and Joe were similarly
gagged and helpless.
There was a silence during which their captors waited breathlessly,
hoping that the horseman had not heard the cry, would pass the cave
by.
For a moment, remembering how well the spot was concealed,
Dorothy was horribly afraid that this might actually happen. If it was
really Garry coming! If he had heard her!
But the clattering hoofs still came on. She could hear the shouts of
the riders, Garry’s voice, calling her name!
She felt herself released with a suddenness and violence that sent
her reeling toward the rear of the cave. The men were making for the
entrance, jostling one another and snarling in their efforts to escape.
The men out of sight beyond the huge rock, Dorothy and Tavia
rushed to the cave mouth, leaving poor Joe to limp painfully after
them, just in time to see the knaves disappear among the trees.
The next moment a horseman broke through the underbrush,
charging straight for them. It was Garry!
At sight of Dorothy he pulled his horse to its haunches, drawing in
his breath in a sharp exclamation.
“Dorothy! Thank heaven! I thought——”
“Never mind about us, Garry. They went over that way—the men
you are after!”
She pointed in the direction the men had disappeared and Garry
nodded. The next moment he had spurred his pony in pursuit,
followed by several other horsemen who had come up behind him.
The girls watched them go, and Joe, coming up behind them, laid a
dirty hand upon his sister’s shoulder.
“You—you were great, Sis, to those men!” he said awkwardly. “I
was awfully proud of you.”
Dorothy smiled through tears and, taking Joe’s grimy hand,
pressed it against her cheek.
“It is so wonderful to have you again, dear!” she said huskily.
They were back again in a moment, Garry and his men, bringing
with them two captives—the big-framed, loose-lipped fellow who had
first taunted Joe in the cave, and George Lightly.
By Garry’s face it was easy to see he was in no mood to deal gently
with his prisoners.
He dismounted, threw the bridle to one of the men, and
approached the big fellow whom he knew to be a tool of the Larrimer
gang.
The fellow was sullen and glowering, but Garry was a good enough
judge to guess that beneath this exterior the fellow was ready to
break.
“Now then,” Garry said coolly, as he pressed the muzzle of his
revolver in uncomfortable proximity to the ribs of his prisoner, “you
tell us what you were doing in that cave over there and you’ll go scot
free. Otherwise, it’s jail for you—if not worse. My men,” he added, in
a gentle drawl, “are just hankering to take part in a lynching party.
It’s a right smart time since they have been treated to that sort of
entertainment, and they are just ripe for a little excitement. How
about it, boys, am I right?”
There came an ominous murmur from the “boys” that caused the
prisoner to look up at them quickly and then down again at his
shuffling feet.
Lightly tried to interfere, but Garry silenced him sharply.
“You hankering to be in this lynching party, too?” he inquired,
adding gratingly: “Because if you are not, I’d advise you to keep your
mouth tight shut!”
It was not long before the captive yielded to the insistence of that
revolver muzzle pressed beneath his fifth rib and made a clean breast
of the whole ugly business. Possibly the invitation to the lynching
party had something to do with his surrender.
As he stutteringly and sullenly revealed the plot which would have
forced Garry to the sale of his lands to insure the safety of his
fiancée’s brother, Garry jotted down the complete confession in his
notebook and at the conclusion forced both his prisoners at the point
of his revolver to sign the document.
Then Garry turned to two of the cowboys, who had been looking
on with appreciative grins.
“Here, Steve, and you, Gay, take these two worms to town and see
that they are put where they belong,” he ordered, and the two boys
leaped to the task eagerly. “You others go help the boys round up the
rest of the gentlemen mentioned in this valuable document,” and he
tapped the confession with a cheerful grin. “So long, you fellows!”
They waved their hats at him, wheeled their ponies joyfully, and
were off to do his bidding.
Then it was that Garry came toward Dorothy, his arms
outstretched. It is doubtful if at that moment he even saw Joe and
Tavia standing there.
Dorothy took a step toward him and suddenly the whole world
seemed to rock and whirl about her. She flung out her hand and
grasped nothing but air. Then down, down into fathomless space and
nothingness!

Dorothy opened her eyes again to find herself in a bed whose

softness and cleanliness meant untold luxury to her. Her body ached
all over, horribly, and her head ached too.
She closed her eyes, but there was a movement beside the bed that
made her open them again swiftly. Somebody had coughed, and it
had sounded like Joe.
She turned over slowly, discovering new aches and pains as she did
so, and saw that it was indeed Joe sitting there, his eyes fixed
hungrily upon her.
She opened her arms and he ran to her and knelt beside the bed.
“Aw, now, don’t go to crying, Sis,” he said, patting her shoulder
awkwardly. “They said if I bothered you they wouldn’t let me stay.”
 “I’d like to see them get you away,” cried Dorothy. “Joe, sit back a
little bit and let me look at you. I can’t believe it’s you!”
“But I did an awful thing, Dot,” he said, hanging his head. “You’d
better let me tell you about it before you get too glad I’m back.”
“Tell me about it then, dear,” said Dorothy quietly. “I’ve been
wanting to know just why you ran away.”
“It was all because of the fire at Haskell’s toy store,” said Joe,
speaking swiftly, as though he would be glad to get the explanation
over. “Jack Popella said the explosion was all my fault and he told me
I would be put in prison——”
“But just what did you do?” Dorothy insisted.
“Well, it was like this.” Joe took a long breath, glanced up at her,
then turned his eyes away again. “Jack had a fight with Mr. Haskell
over some money he picked up in the road. Mr. Haskell said he stole
it from his cash drawer, but Jack kept on saying he found it in the
road. I shouldn’t wonder if he did steal it though, at that,” Joe went
on, thoughtfully, and for the first time Dorothy looked at him
accusingly.
“You know I begged you not to have anything to do with Jack
Popella, Joe.”
The lad hung his head and flushed scarlet.
“I know you did. I won’t ever, any more.”
“All right, dear. Tell me what happened then.”
“Jack was so mad at Mr. Haskell he said he would like to knock
down all the boxes in the room back of his store just to get even. He
asked me to help him and—just for fun—I said sure I would. Then he
told me to go on in and get started and he would come in a minute.
“I knocked down a couple of boxes,” Joe continued, after a
strained silence. “And then—the explosion came. Jack said I was to
blame and—the—the cops were after me. I wasn’t going to let them
send me to prison,” he lifted his head with a sort of bravado and met
Dorothy’s gaze steadily. “So—so I came out West to Garry.”
“And you are going back again with me, Joe,” said his sister firmly.
“It was cowardly to run away. Now you will have to face the music!”
Joe hung his head for a moment, then squared his shoulders and
looked bravely at Dorothy.
 “All right, Dot. I guess it was kind of sneaking to run away. I—I’m
awful sorry.”
The door opened softly behind them and Tavia poked her head in.
“My goodness gracious, Doro Doodlekins,” she cried, “you look as
bright as a button. First thing you know I’ll be minus a patient.”
Dorothy propped herself up on her elbow and stared at her chum.
“Tavia, we must send a telegram immediately,” she cried. “The
Major must know that Joe is safe.”
Tavia came over and smoothed her pillow fondly.
“Foolish child, did you think no one but you would think of that?”
she chided. “Garry sent one of the boys to Dugonne with orders to
send a night letter to The Cedars telling everything that happened.
That was after you fainted, you know, and we brought you here.”
“Such a foolish thing to do,” sighed Dorothy, sinking back on her
pillow. “What must Garry think of me?”
“Suppose I let him answer that for himself,” suggested the flyaway,
and before Dorothy could protest she had seized Joe by the arm and
escorted him gently from the room. A moment later Dorothy could
hear Tavia calling to Garry that he was “needed very much upstairs.”
Dorothy closed her eyes and opened them the next minute to find
Garry standing beside the bed, looking down at her. She reached out
a hand to him and he took it very gently, kneeling down beside her.
“Joe and Tavia have been telling me how you stood up to those
men in the cave, little girl. I only wish I had been there to see you do
it. We’ve got them all, by the way, and Stiffbold and Lightly and the
rest of them are where they won’t hatch any more schemes in a hurry
—thanks to you.”
“Thanks to me?” repeated Dorothy, wondering. “Garry, why?”
“I never would have discovered that cave if I hadn’t heard you call
out,” Garry explained. “That hole in the mountainside was the coziest
little retreat I ever saw.”
“Well, I’m glad if I helped a little,” sighed Dorothy. “I was afraid
you might be going to scold me.”
“Scold you?” repeated Garry tenderly. “You foolish, little brick!”
 It was a long time before Garry remembered something that had
once seemed important to him. With an exclamation of dismay he
stuck his hand in his pocket and drew forth a yellow envelope.
“Here’s a telegram from The Cedars, and I clean forgot all about
it,” he said penitently. “One of the boys brought it from Dugonne
where he went to send the telegram to Major Dale. I didn’t mean to
keep it, honest I didn’t!”
“Under the circumstances, I don’t blame you in the least,” said
Dorothy demurely, as she hastily tore open the telegram.
She read it through, then turned to Garry with shining eyes.
“This is the one thing I needed to make me perfectly happy,
Garry,” she said. “Nat says that Jack Popella has been arrested for
setting Haskell’s store on fire. That automatically clears Joe of
suspicion!”
“That’s great. The poor kid has had more than his share of worry
lately. Just wait till he reads that telegram.” And to Tavia, passing the
door at that moment, he gave the yellow sheet with the request that
she convey it to Joe with all possible speed.
“Just to be comfortable and safe and happy once more,”
murmured Dorothy, as Garry came back to her. “It seems very
wonderful, Garry.”
“And my job,” said Garry softly, “will be to keep you safe and
comfortable and happy for the rest of your life!”

THE END
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