Hellen Killer

HELEN KILLER Part 5

We walked down  the path to the well house , attracted by the fragrance of honey_suckle with which it was covered. Some one was drawing water and my teacher placed my hand under the spout . As the cool stream gushed one hand she spelled into the other the word water , first slowly , then rapidly . I stood still, my whole attention fixed upon the motions of her fingers. Suddenly I felt a misty consciousness as of something forgotten ..... a thrill of returning thought; and somehow the mystery of language was revealed to me . I knew then that "w_a_t_e_r" meant the wonderful cool something that was following over my hand. That living word awakened my soul, gave it  light, hope, joy, set it free! There was barriers still, it is true, but barriers that could in time be swept away.

                                                     left the well_house eager to learn. Everything in name, and each name gave birth to a new thought. As we returned to the house every object which I touched seemed to quiver with life. T hat was because I saw everything with the strange, new sight that had come to me. On entering  the door I remembered the doll I had broken. I felt my way to the hearth and picked up the pieces. I tried vainly to put them together.  then my eyes filled with tears; for I realised what I had done, and for the first time I felt repentance and sorrow.