The First Night

It was no easy thing to issue the first number of Indian Opinion from Phœnix. Had I not taken two precautions, the first issue would have had to be dropped or delayed. The idea of having an engine to work the press had not appealed to me. I had thought that hand-power would be more in keeping with an atmosphere where agricultural work was also to be done by hand. But as it had not appeared feasible, we had installed an oil-engine. I had however suggested to West to have something handy to fall back upon in case the engine failed. He had therefore arranged a wheel which could be worked by hand. The size of the paper had been that of a daily which was considered unsuitable for an out of the way place like Phœnix. It was therefore reduced to foolscap size, so that, in case of emergency, copies might be struck off with the help of a treadle.

It was not easy to publish the first issue of Indian Opinion from Phœnix. Without two precautions, we would have had to cancel or delay the issue. I had not liked the idea of using an engine to run the press. I thought hand power would better suit a place where farming was also to be done by hand. But hand power had not seemed practical, so we had installed an oil engine. I had, however, suggested to West that we have a backup in case the engine failed. He had therefore arranged for a wheel that could be turned by hand. The paper had been the size of a daily newspaper. This was considered unsuitable for a remote place like Phœnix. So its size was reduced to foolscap, allowing copies to be printed on a treadle in an emergency.

In the initial stages, we all had to keep late hours before the day of publication. Every one, young and old, had to help in folding the sheets, and we usually finished Our work between ten o’clock and midnight. But the first night was unforgettable. The pages were locked but the engine refused to work. We had got out an engineer from Durban to put up the engine and set it going. He and West tried their hardest, but to no avail. Every one was anxious. West, in despair, at last came to me, with tears in his eyes, and said, ‘The engine will not work, and I am afraid we cannot issue the paper in time.’

At first, we all had to work late on the eve of publication. Everyone, young and old, had to help fold the sheets. We usually finished our work between ten o’clock and midnight. But the first night was unforgettable. The pages were locked in place, but the engine would not work. We had brought an engineer from Durban to install the engine and get it running. He and West tried their hardest, but without success. Everyone was anxious. At last, West came to me in despair, with tears in his eyes, and said, ‘The engine will not work, and I am afraid we cannot publish the paper on time.’

If that is the case, we cannot help it. But it is no use shedding tears over it. Let us do whatever else it is humanly possible to do. What about the handwheel?’ I said, comforting him.

If that is the case, we can’t help it. But there’s no use crying over it. Let’s do whatever else we can. What about the handwheel?’ I said, trying to comfort him.

‘Where have we the men to work it?’ he replied. ‘We are not enough to cope with the job. It requires relays of four men each, and our own men are all tired.’

‘Where can we find the men to work it?’ he replied. ‘There aren't enough of us to handle the job. It requires shifts of four men each, and our own men are all tired.’

Building work had not yet been finished, and so the carpenters were still with us. They were sleeping on the press floor. I said pointing to them, ‘But can’t we make use of these carpenters? And we may have a whole night of work. I think this device is still open to us.’

The building work was not yet finished, so the carpenters were still with us. They were sleeping on the press floor. I pointed to them and said, ‘But can’t we make use of these carpenters? And we may have a whole night to work. I think we can still try this.’

‘I dare not wake up the carpenters. And our men are really too tired,’ said West.

‘I don’t dare wake the carpenters. And our men are really too tired,’ said West.

‘Well, that’s for me to negotiate,’ said I.

‘Well, that’s for me to negotiate,’ I said.

‘Then it is possible that we may get through the work,’ West replied.

‘Then we may be able to finish the work,’ West replied.

I woke up the carpenters and requested their cooperation. They needed no pressure. They said, ‘If we cannot be called upon in an emergency what use are we? You rest yourselves and we will work the wheel. For us it is easy work.’ Our own men were of course ready.

I woke the carpenters and asked for their help. They needed no persuasion. They said, ‘If you cannot call on us in an emergency, what use are we? You rest, and we will work the wheel. It is easy work for us.’ Our own men were ready too, of course.

West was greatly delighted and started singing a hymn as we set to work. I partnered the carpenters, all the rest joined turn by turn, and thus we went on until 7 a. m. There was still a good deal to do. I therefore suggested to West that the engineer might now be asked to get up and try again to start the engine, so that if we succeeded we might finish in time.

West was delighted and started singing a hymn as we began work. I worked alongside the carpenters, and everyone else took turns joining us. We kept going until 7 a.m., but there was still a lot to do. So I suggested to West that we ask the engineer to get up and try starting the engine again. If he succeeded, we might finish in time.

West woke him up, and he immediately went into the engine room. And lo and behold! the engine worked almost as soon as he touched it. The whole press rang with peals of joy. ‘How can this be? How is it that all our labours last night were of no avail, and this morning it has been set going as though there were nothing wrong with it?’ I enquired.

West woke him up, and he immediately went into the engine room. To everyone’s surprise, the engine started working almost as soon as he touched it. The whole press rang with cheers of joy. ‘How can this be? How is it that all our work last night came to nothing, yet this morning the engine started as though nothing were wrong with it?’ I asked.

‘It is difficult to say,’ said West or the engineer, I forget which. ‘Machines also sometimes seem to behave as though they required rest like us.’

‘It’s hard to say,’ said West or the engineer. I forget which one. ‘Machines also sometimes seem to act as if they need rest, like us.’

For me, the failure of the engine had come as a test for us all, and its working in the nick of time the fruit of our honest and earnest labours.

To me, the engine’s failure was a test for us all. Its working just in time was the result of our honest and earnest efforts.

The copies were despatched in time, and every one was happy.

The copies were sent on time, and everyone was happy.

This initial insistence ensured regularity of the paper, and created an atmosphere of self-reliance in Phœnix. There came a time when we deliberately gave up the use of the engine and worked with hand-power only. Those were, to my mind, the days of the highest moral uplift for Phœnix.

This initial insistence ensured that the paper came out regularly and fostered self-reliance in Phoenix. Later, we deliberately stopped using the engine and relied entirely on hand power. I believe those were the days of the greatest moral uplift for Phoenix.