September midnight
He returned to his beer , thoughtful-eyed . The gamekeeper 's son was twelve years old , and was the nucleus round which grew the Senhusian school of a later day , where neither reading nor writing could be had until the pupil was fifteen years old . But this is anticipatory , for the school was a matter of long gestation and tentative birth . One September midnight , as he stirred a late supper over a small wood-fire , he was hailed by a cry from above . `` Ho , you ! I ask shelter , '' he was adjured . The quarter moon showed him a slim figure dark against the sky .