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Most hydrocarbon exploration has been concentrated to the north and west of Shetland, hence the deeper geology is better known here than elsewhere within the report area. Nevertheless, exploration here started much later than in the North Sea; the first systematic seismic surveys were undertaken in the late 1960s, but the first well was not drilled until 1972. Only a single oilfield, Clair (Figure 2), has been discovered, although other significant oil and gas discoveries have been reported. Much of the report area, notably in the deeper water, has never been licensed for hydrocarbon exploration, and remains an area of great potential awaiting further exploration. In recent licence rounds, the Department of Energy has offered larger-than-normal licence areas, with advantageous conditions, in order to encourage oil-company interest, but the area is still regarded as frontier, high-risk acreage.
The Editor desires to express his gratitude and the gratitude of Miss Keller and Miss Sullivan to The Ladies' Home Journal and to its editors, Mr. Edward Bok and Mr. William V. Alexander, who have been unfailingly kind and have given for use in this book all the photographs which were taken expressly for the Journal; and the Editor thanks Miss Keller's many friends who have lent him her letters to them and given him valuable information; especially Mrs. Laurence Hutton, who supplied him with her large collection of notes and anecdotes; Mr. John Hitz, Superintendent of the Volta Bureau for the Increase and Diffusion of Knowledge relating to the Deaf; and Mrs. Sophia C. Hopkins, to whom Miss Sullivan wrote those illuminating letters, the extracts from which give a better idea of her methods with her pupil than anything heretofore published.
In this way my preparation for college went on without interruption. Ifound it much easier and pleasanter to be taught by myself than toreceive instruction in class. There was no hurry, no confusion. My tutorhad plenty of time to explain what I did not understand, so I got onfaster and did better work than I ever did in school. I still found moredifficulty in mastering problems in mathematics than I did in any otherof my studies. I wish algebra and geometry had been half as easy as thelanguages and literature. But even mathematics Mr. Keith madeinteresting; he succeeded in whittling problems small enough to getthrough my brain. He kept my mind alert and eager, and trained it toreason clearly, and to seek conclusions calmly and logically, instead ofjumping wildly into space and arriving nowhere. He was always gentle andforbearing, no matter how dull I might be, and, believe me, my stupiditywould often have exhausted the patience of Job.
Very few of the books required in the various courses are printed forthe blind, and I am obliged to have them spelled into my hand.Consequently I need more time to prepare my lessons than other girls. The manual part takes longer, and I have perplexities which they havenot. There are days when the close attention I must give to detailschafes my spirit, and the thought that I must spend hours reading a fewchapters, while in the world without other girls are laughing andsinging and dancing, makes me rebellious; but I soon recover my buoyancyand laugh the discontent out of my heart. For, after all, every one whowishes to gain true knowledge must climb the Hill Difficulty alone, andsince there is no royal road to the summit, I must zigzag it in my ownway. I slip back many times, I fall, I stand still, I run against theedge of hidden obstacles, I lose my temper and find it again and keep itbetter, I trudge on, I gain a little, I feel encouraged, I get moreeager and climb higher and begin to see the widening horizon. Everystruggle is a victory. One more effort and I reach the luminous cloud,the blue depths of the sky, the uplands of my desire. I am not alwaysalone, however, in these struggles. Mr. William Wade and Mr. E. E. Allen, Principal of the PennsylvaniaInstitution for the Instruction of the Blind, get for me many of thebooks I need in raised print. Their thoughtfulness has been more of ahelp and encouragement to me than they can ever know.
One day my teacher found me in a corner of the library poring over thepages of "The Scarlet Letter." I was then about eight years old. Iremember she asked me if I liked little Pearl, and explained some of thewords that had puzzled me. Then she told me that she had a beautifulstory about a little boy which she was sure I should like better than"The Scarlet Letter." The name of the story was "Little LordFauntleroy," and she promised to read it to me the following summer. But we did not begin the story until August; the first few weeks of mystay at the seashore were so full of discoveries and excitement that Iforgot the very existence of books. Then my teacher went to visit somefriends in Boston, leaving me for a short time.
I did not care especially for "The Pilgrim's Progress," which I think Idid not finish, or for the "Fables." I read La Fontaine's "Fables" firstin an English translation, and enjoyed them only after a half-heartedfashion. Later I read the book again in French, and I found that, inspite of the vivid word-pictures, and the wonderful mastery of language,I liked it no better. I do not know why it is, but stories in whichanimals are made to talk and act like human beings have never appealedto me very strongly. The ludicrous caricatures of the animals occupy mymind to the exclusion of the moral.
Yesterday I sent you a little Christmas box. I am very sorry that I could not send it before so that you would receive it to-morrow, but I could not finish the watch-case any sooner. I made all the gifts myself, excepting father's handkerchief. I wish I could have made father a gift too, but I did not have sufficient time. I hope you will like your watch-case, for it made me very happy to make it for you. You must keep your lovely new montre in it. If it is too warm in Tuscumbia for little sister to wear her pretty mittens, she can keep them because her sister made them for her. I imagine she will have fun with the little toy man. Tell her to shake him, and then he will blow his trumpet. I thank my dear kind father for sending me some money, to buy gifts for my friends. I love to make everybody happy. I should like to be at home on Christmas day. We would be very happy together. I think of my beautiful home every day. Please do not forget to send me some pretty presents to hang on my tree. I am going to have a Christmas tree, in the parlor and teacher will hang all of my gifts upon it. It will be a funny tree. All of the girls have gone home to spend Christmas. Teacher and I are the only babies left for Mrs. Hopkins to care for. Teacher has been sick in bed for many days. Her throat was very sore and the doctor thought she would have to go away to the hospital, but she is better now. I have not been sick at all. The little girls are well too. Friday I am going to spend the day with my little friends Carrie, Ethel, Frank and Helen Freeman. We will have great fun I am sure.
Mr. and Miss Endicott came to see me, and I went to ride in the carriage. They are going to give me a lovely present, but I cannot guess what it will be. Sammy has a dear new brother. He is very soft and delicate yet. Mr. Anagnos is in Athens now. He is delighted because I am here. Now I must say, good-bye. I hope I have written my letter nicely, but it is very difficult to write on this paper and teacher is not here to give me better. Give many kisses to little sister and much love to all. Lovingly
But God does not only want us to be happy; He wants us to be good. He wants that most of all. He knows that we can be really happy only when we are good. A great deal of the trouble that is in the world is medicine which is very bad to take, but which it is good to take because it makes us better. We see how good people may be in great trouble when we think of Jesus who was the greatest sufferer that ever lived and yet was the best Being and so, I am sure, the happiest Being that the world has ever seen.
I am surprised at the mastery of language which your letter shows. It almost makes me think the world would get along as well without seeing and hearing as with them. Perhaps people would be better in a great many ways, for they could not fight as they do now. Just think of an army of blind people, with guns and cannon! Think of the poor drummers! Of what use would they and their drumsticks be? You are spared the pain of many sights and sounds, which you are only too happy in escaping. Then think how much kindness you are sure of as long as you live. Everybody will feel an interest in dear little Helen; everybody will want to do something for her; and, if she becomes an ancient, gray-haired woman, she is still sure of being thoughtfully cared for.
You will be glad to hear that Tommy has a kind lady to teach him, and that he is a pretty, active little fellow. He loves to climb much better than to spell, but that is because he does not know yet what a wonderful thing language is. He cannot imagine how very, very happy he will be when he can tell us his thoughts, and we can tell him how we have loved him so long.
I send you my picture as I promised, and I hope when you look at it this summer your thoughts will fly southward to your happy little friend. I used to wish that I could see pictures with my hands as I do statues, but now I do not often think about it because my dear Father has filled my mind with beautiful pictures, even of things I cannot see. If the light were not in your eyes, dear Mr. Brooks, you would understand better how happy your little Helen was when her teacher explained to her that the best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen nor even touched, but just felt in the heart. Every day I find out something which makes me glad. Yesterday I thought for the first time what a beautiful thing motion was, and it seemed to me that everything was trying to get near to God, does it seem that way to you? It is Sunday morning, and while I sit here in the library writing this letter you are teaching hundreds of people some of the grand and beautiful things about their heavenly Father. Are you not very, very happy? and when you are a Bishop you will preach to more people and more and more will be made glad. Teacher sends her kind remembrances, and I send you with my picture my dear love.
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