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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at <a href = "http://www.gutenberg.org">www.gutenberg.org</a></pre> +<p>Title: Caleb in the Country</p> +<p>Author: Jacob Abbott</p> +<p>Release Date: December 24, 2007 [eBook #23989]</p> +<p>Language: English</p> +<p>Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1</p> +<p>***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK CALEB IN THE COUNTRY***</p> +<p> </p> +<h4>E-text prepared by David Edwards, Marcia Brooks,<br /> + and the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Team<br /> + (<a href="http://www.pgdp.net/c/">http://www.pgdp.net</a>)<br /> + from page images generously made available by<br /> + the Florida Board of Education,<br /> + Division of Colleges and Universities, PALMM Project<br /> + (<a href="http://palmm.fcla.edu/juv/">http://palmm.fcla.edu/juv/</a>)</h4> +<p> </p> +<table border="0" style="background-color: #dee;" cellpadding="10"> + <tr> + <td valign="top"> + Note: + </td> + <td> + Images of the original pages are available through the Florida + Board of Education, Division of Colleges and Universities, + PALMM Project (Preservation and Access for American and + British Children's Literature). 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The aim is not +so directly to communicate knowledge, as it is to +develop the moral and intellectual powers,—to +cultivate habits of discrimination and correct +reasoning, and to establish sound principles of +moral conduct. The “Rollo Books” embrace +principally intellectual and moral discipline; +“Caleb,” and the others of its family, will include +also <i>religious</i> training, according to the evangelical +views of Christian truth which the author +has been accustomed to entertain, and which he +has inculcated in his more serious writings.</p> + +<p style="text-align: right;">J. A.</p> + +<br /><a name="toc" id="toc"></a> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CONTENTS</h2> + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#PREFATORY_NOTICE"><b>PREFATORY NOTICE.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="3"> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#CHAPTER_I"><b>CHAPTER I.</b></a></td><td align='left'>Caleb's Discovery</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_5">5</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#CHAPTER_II"><b>CHAPTER II.</b></a></td><td align='left'>Trouble</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_30">30</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#CHAPTER_III"><b>CHAPTER III.</b></a></td><td align='left'>Building the Mole</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_43">43</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#CHAPTER_IV"><b>CHAPTER IV.</b></a></td><td align='left'>A Discussion</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_54">54</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#CHAPTER_V"><b>CHAPTER V.</b></a></td><td align='left'>The Story of Blind Samuel</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_61">61</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#CHAPTER_VI"><b>CHAPTER VI.</b></a></td><td align='left'>Engineering</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_68">68</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#CHAPTER_VII"><b>CHAPTER VII.</b></a></td><td align='left'>The Sofa</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_74">74</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#CHAPTER_VIII"><b>CHAPTER VIII.</b></a></td><td align='left'>The Cart Ride</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_90">90</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#CHAPTER_IX"><b>CHAPTER IX.</b></a></td><td align='left'>The Fire</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_101">101</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#CHAPTER_X"><b>CHAPTER X.</b></a></td><td align='left'>The Captive</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_123">123</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#CHAPTER_XI"><b>CHAPTER XI.</b></a></td><td align='left'>Mary Anna</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_129">129</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#CHAPTER_XII"><b>CHAPTER XII.</b></a></td><td align='left'>The Walk</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_148">148</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#CHAPTER_XIII"><b>CHAPTER XIII.</b></a></td><td align='left'>The Junk</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_166">166</a></td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="3"> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#POETRY"><b>POETRY.</b></a></td><td> </td><td align='left'><a href="#Page_189">189</a></td></tr> +</table></div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h1>CALEB IN THE COUNTRY</h1> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span></p> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Top</a></span> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_I" id="CHAPTER_I"></a>CHAPTER I.</h2> + +<h3>CALEB'S DISCOVERY.</h3> + +<p>Caleb was a bright-looking, blue-eyed boy, +with auburn hair and happy countenance. +And yet he was rather pale and slender. +He had been sick. His father and mother +lived in Boston, but now he was spending +the summer at Sandy River country, with +his grandmother. His father thought that +if he could run about a few months in the +open air, and play among the rocks and under +the trees, he would grow more strong +and healthy, and that his cheeks would not +look so pale.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span></p> + +<p>His grandmother made him a blue jacket +with bright buttons. <i>She</i> liked metal buttons, +because they would wear longer than +covered ones, but <i>he</i> liked them because +they were more beautiful. “Besides,” +said he, “I can see my face in them, grandmother.”</p> + +<p>Little Caleb then went to the window, so +as to see his face plainer. He stood with +his back to the window, and held the button +so that the light from the window could +shine directly upon it.</p> + +<p>“Why grandmother,” said Caleb, “I +cannot see now so well as I could before.”</p> + +<p>“That is because your face is turned +away from the light,” said she.</p> + +<p>“And the button is turned <i>towards</i> the +light,” said Caleb.</p> + +<p>“But when you want to see any thing reflected +in a glass, you must have the light +shine upon the thing you want to see reflect<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span>ed, +not upon the glass itself; and I suppose +it is so with a bright button.”</p> + +<p>Then Caleb turned around, so as to have +his <i>face</i> towards the light; and he found +that he could then see it reflected very distinctly. +His grandmother went on with her +work, and Caleb sat for some time in silence.</p> + +<p>The house that Caleb lived in was in a +narrow rocky valley. A stream of water ran +over a sandy bed, in front of the house, and +a rugged mountain towered behind it. +Across the stream, too, there was a high, +rocky hill, which was in full view from the +parlour window. This hill was covered with +wild evergreens, which clung to their sides, +and to the interstices of the rocks; and +mosses, green and brown, in long festoons, +hung from their limbs. Here and there +crags and precipices peeped out from among +the foliage, and a grey old cliff towered +above, at the summit.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span></p> + +<p>Caleb turned his button round again towards +the window, and of course turned his +face <i>from</i> the window. The reflection of his +face was now dim, as before, but in a moment +his eye caught the reflection of the +crags and trees across the little valley.</p> + +<p>“O, grandmother,” said he again, “I +can see the rocks in my buttons, and the +trees. And there is an old stump,” he continued, +his voice falling to a low tone, as if +he was talking to himself,—“and there is +a tree,—and,—why—why, what is that? It +is a bear, grandmama,”—calling aloud to +her,—“I see a bear upon the mountain.”</p> + +<p>“Nonsense, Caleb,” said the grandmother.</p> + +<p>“I do certainly,” said Caleb, and he +dropped the corner of his jacket, which had +the button attached to it, and looked out of +the window directly at the mountain.</p> + +<p>Presently Caleb turned away from the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span> +window, and ran to the door. There was a +little green yard in front of the house, with +a large, smooth, flat stone for a door-step. +Caleb stood on this step, and looked intently +at the mountain. In a moment he +ran back to his grandmother, and said,</p> + +<p>“Grandmother, <i>do</i> come and see this +black bear.”</p> + +<p>“Why, child,” said she, smiling, “it is +nothing but some old black stump or log.”</p> + +<p>“But it moves, grandmother. It certainly +moves.”</p> + +<p>So his grandmother smiled, and said, +“Well, I suppose I must come and see.” +So she laid down her work, and took off her +spectacles, and Caleb took hold of her hand, +and trotted along before her to the step of the +door. It was a beautiful sunny morning in +June.</p> + +<p>“There,” said Caleb, triumphantly pointing +to a spot among the rocks and bushes<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span> +half-way up the mountain,—“there, what do +you call that?”</p> + +<p>His grandmother looked a moment intently +in silence, and then said,</p> + +<p>“I do see something there under the +bushes.”</p> + +<p>“And isn't it moving?” said Caleb.</p> + +<p>“Why, yes,” said she.</p> + +<p>“And isn't it black?”</p> + +<p>“Yes,” said she.</p> + +<p>“Then it is a bear,” said Caleb, half-delighted, +and half afraid, “Isn't it, grandmother? +I'll go and get the gun.”</p> + +<p>There was an old gun behind the high desk, +in the back sitting-room; but it had not +been loaded for twenty years, and had no back +upon it. Still Caleb always supposed that +some how or other it would shoot.</p> + +<p>“Shall I, grandmother?” said he eagerly,</p> + +<p>“No,” said she. “I don't think it is a +bear<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span>.”</p> + +<p>“What then?” said Caleb.</p> + +<p>“I think it is Cherry.”</p> + +<p>“Cherry!” said Caleb.</p> + +<p>“Yes, Cherry,” said she. “Run and see +if you can find the boys.”</p> + +<p>Cherry was the cow. She had strayed from +the pasture the day before, and they could +not find her. She was called Cherry from +her colour; for although she had looked almost +black, as Caleb had seen her in the +bushes, she was really a Cherry colour. Caleb +saw at once, as soon as his grandmother +said that it was Cherry, that she was correct. +In fact, he could see her head and horns, as +she was holding her head up to eat the leaves +from the bushes. However he did not stop +to talk about it, but, obeying his grandmother +immediately, he ran off after the boys.</p> + +<p>He went out to the back door, where the +boys had been at play, and shouted out, +“<i>David</i>! <span class="smcap">Da—vid</span>! <span class="smcap">Dwi—ght</span>! <span class="smcap">Da—vid<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span></span>!” +But there was no reply, except a distant echo +of “<i>David</i>” and “<i>Dwight</i>” from the rocks +and mountains.</p> + +<p>So Caleb came back, and said that he +could not find the boys, and that he supposed +that they had gone to school.</p> + +<p>“Then we must call Raymond,” said she.</p> + +<p>“And may I ring for him, grandmother?” +said Caleb.</p> + +<p>Grandmother said he might: and so Caleb +ran off to the porch at the back door, and +took down quite a large bell, which was +hanging there. Caleb stood upon the steps +of the porch, and grasping the great handle +of the bell with both hands, he rang it with +all his might. In a minute or two he stopped; +and then he heard a faint and distant +“Aye-aye” coming, from a field. Caleb put +the bell back into its place, and then went +again to his grandmother.</p> + +<p>In a few minutes Raymond came in. He<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span> +was a thick-set and rather tall young man, +broad-shouldered and strong,—slow in his +motions, and of a very sober countenance. +Caleb heard his heavy step in the entry, +though he came slowly and carefully, as if he +tried to walk without making a noise.</p> + +<p>“Did you want me, Madam Rachel?” said +he, holding his hat in his hand.</p> + +<p>Caleb's grandmother was generally called +Madam Rachel.</p> + +<p>“Yes,” said she. “Cherry has got up on +the rocks. Caleb spied her there; he will +shew you where, and I should like to have +you go and drive her down.”</p> + +<p>Caleb wanted to go too; but his grandmother +said it would not do very well, for he +could not keep up with Raymond; and besides, +she said that she wanted him. So +Caleb went out with Raymond under the +great elm before the house, and pointed out +the place among the rocks, where he had<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span> +seen Cherry. She was not there then, at +least she was not in sight; but Raymond +knew that she could not have gone far from +the place, so he walked down over the bridge, +and soon disappeared.</p> + +<p>While Caleb stood watching Raymond, as +he walked off with long strides towards the +mountain, his grandmother came to the door +and said,</p> + +<p>“Come, Caleb.”</p> + +<p>Caleb turned and ran to his grandmother. +She had in her hand a little red morocco +book, and taking Caleb's hand, she went +slowly up stairs, he frisking and capering +around her all the way. There was a bed +in the room, with a white covering, and by +the window an easy chair, with a high back, +and round well-stuffed arms. Madam Rachel +went to the easy chair and sat down +and took Caleb in her lap. Caleb looked +out upon the long drooping branches of the +elm which hung near the window.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span></p> + +<p>Caleb's countenance was pale; and he +was slender in form, and delicate in appearance. +He had been sick, and even now, he +was not quite well. His little taper fingers +rested upon the window-sill, while his +grandmother opened her little Bible and began +to read. Caleb sat still in her lap, +with a serious and attentive expression of +countenance.</p> + +<p>“Two men went up into the temple to +pray; the one a pharisee, the other a publican.”</p> + +<p>“What is a pharisee and a publican?” +asked Caleb.</p> + +<p>“You will hear presently. 'And the +pharisee stood and prayed thus with himself: +God, I thank thee that I am not as +other men are, extortioners, unjust, adulterers.”</p> + +<p>“What are all those?” asked Caleb.</p> + +<p>“O, different kinds of crimes and sins.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span> +The pharisee thanked God that he had not +committed any of them.”</p> + +<p>“Was he a good man, grandmother?”</p> + +<p>“Very likely he had not committed any +of these great crimes.”</p> + +<p>“Very well, grandmother, go on.”</p> + +<p>“'Or even as this publican.' A publican, +you must know, was a tax-gatherer. +He used to collect the taxes from +the people. They did not like to pay their +taxes, and so they did not like the tax-gatherers, +and despised them. And thus the +pharisee thanked God that he was not like +that publican. 'I fast twice in the week. +I pay tithes of all that I possess.'</p> + +<p>“Tithes?” said Caleb.</p> + +<p>“Yes, that was money which God had +commanded them to pay. They were to pay +in proportion to the property they had. But +some dishonest men used to conceal some of +their property, so as not to have to pay so<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span> +much; but this pharisee said <i>he</i> paid +tithes of <i>all</i> that he possessed.”</p> + +<p>“That was right, grandmother,” said +Caleb.</p> + +<p>“Yes,” said his grandmother, “that was +very well.”</p> + +<p>“If he really did it,” continued Caleb +doubtfully. “Do you think he did, grandmother?”</p> + +<p>“I think it very probable. I presume +he was a pretty good man, <i>outside</i>.”</p> + +<p>“What do you mean by that, grandmother?”</p> + +<p>“Why, his heart might have been bad, +but he was probably pretty careful about +all his <i>actions</i>, which could be seen of men. +But we will go on.”</p> + +<p>“'And the publican, standing afar off, +would not lift up so much as his eyes to +heaven, but smote upon his breast, saying, +God be merciful to me a sinner. I tell<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span> +you this man went down to his house justified +rather than the other.'”</p> + +<p>“Which man?” said Caleb.</p> + +<p>“The publican.”</p> + +<p>“The publican was justified?” said Caleb, +“what does <i>justified</i> mean?”</p> + +<p>“Forgiven and approved. God was pleased +with the publican, because he confessed +his sins honestly; but he was displeased +with the pharisee, because he came boasting +of his good deeds.”</p> + +<p>Here there was a pause. Caleb sat still +and seemed thoughtful. His grandmother +did not interrupt him, but waited to hear +what he would say.</p> + +<p>“Yes; but, grandmother, if the pharisee +really was a good man, it wasn't right for +him to thank God for it?”</p> + +<p>“It reminds me of Thomas's acorns,” +said Madam Rachel.</p> + +<p>“Thomas's acorns!” said Caleb, “tell +me about them, grandmother<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span>.”</p> + +<p>“Why, Thomas and his brother George +were sent to school. They stopped to play +by the way, until it was so late that they +did not dare to go in. Then they staid playing +about the fields till it was time to go +home. They felt pretty bad and out of humour, +and at last they separated and went +home different ways.</p> + +<p>“In going home, Thomas found an oak-tree +with acorns under it. 'Ah!' said he, +'I will carry mother home some acorns.' +He had observed that his mother was pleased +whenever he brought her things; and he +had an idea of soothing his own feelings of +guilt, and securing his mother's favour, by +the good deed of carrying her home some +acorns. So, when he came into the house, +he took off his hat carefully, with the acorns +in it, and holding it in both hands, marched +up to his mother with a smiling face, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span> +look of great self-satisfaction, and said, +'Here, mother, I have got you some acorns.'”</p> + +<p>“And what did his mother say?” asked +Caleb.</p> + +<p>“She shook her head sorrowfully, and +told him to go and put the acorns away. +She knew where he had been.</p> + +<p>“Then presently George came in. He +put away his cap, walked in softly, and put +his face down in his mother's lap, and said, +with tears and sobs, 'Mother, I have been +doing something very wrong.' Now, which +of these do you think came to his mother +right?'”</p> + +<p>“Why,—George,” said he, “certainly.”</p> + +<p>“Yes, and that was the way the publican +came; but the pharisee covered up all his +sins, being pleased and satisfied himself, +and thinking that God would be pleased +and satisfied with his <i>acorns</i>.”</p> + +<p>Here Madam Rachel paused, and Caleb +sat still, thinking of what he had heard.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span></p> + +<p>Madam Rachel then closed her eyes, and, +in a low, gentle voice, she spoke a few words +of prayer; and then she told Caleb that he +must always remember in all his prayers to +confess his sins fully and freely, and never +cover them up and conceal them, with an +idea that his good deeds made him worthy. +Then she put Caleb down, and he ran down +stairs to play.</p> + +<p>He asked his grandmother to let him go +over the bridge, so as to be ready to meet +Raymond, when he should come back with +the cow. She at first advised him not to +go, for she was afraid, she said, that he +might get lost, or fall into the brook; but +Caleb was very desirous to go, and finally +she consented. He had a little whip that +David had made for him. The handle was +made from the branch of a beach-tree, which +David cut first to make a cane of, for himself; +but he broke his cane, and so he gave<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span> +Caleb the rest of the stick for a whip-handle. +The lash was made of leather. It was +cut out of a round piece of thick leather, +round and round, as they made leather +shoe-strings, and then rolled upon a board. +This is a fine way to make lashes and reins +for boys.</p> + +<p>Caleb took his whip for company, and +sauntered along over the bridge. When he +had crossed the bridge, he walked along the +bank of the stream, watching the grass-hoppers +and butterflies, and now and then cutting +off the head of a weed with the lash of +his whip.</p> + +<p>The banks of the brook were in some places +high, and the water deep; in other places, +there was a sort of beach, sloping down +to the water's edge; and here, the water +was generally shallow, to a considerable +distance from the shore. Caleb was allowed +to come down to the water at these shal<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span>low +places; but he had often been told that +he must not go near the steep places, because +there was danger that he would fall in.</p> + +<p>Now, boys are not very naturally inclined +to obey their parents. They have to be +taught with great pains and care. They +must be punished for disobedience, in some +way or other, a good many times. But neglected +children, that is, those that are left +to themselves, are almost always very disobedient +and unsubmissive. Caleb, now, +was not a neglected child. He had been +taught to submit and obey, when he was +very young, and his grandmother could trust +him now.</p> + +<p>Besides, Caleb, had still less disposition +now to disobey his grandmother than usual, +for he had been sick, and was still pale and +feeble; and this state of health often makes +children quiet, gentle, and submissive.</p> + +<p>So Caleb walked slowly along, carefully<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span> +avoiding all the high banks, but sometimes +going down to the water, where the shore +was sloping and safe. At length, at one of +these little landing places he stopped longer +than usual. He called it the cotton landing. +David and Dwight gave it that name, +because they always found, wedged in, in a +corner between a log and the shore, a pile +of cotton, as they called it. It was, in reality, +light, white froth, which always lay +there; and even if they pushed it all away +with a stick, they would find a new supply +the next day. Caleb stood upon the shore, +and with the lash of his whip, cut into the +pile of “cotton.” The pile broke up into +large masses, and moved slowly and lightly +away into the stream. One small tuft of it +floated towards the shore, and Caleb reached +it with his whip-handle, and took a part +of it in, saying, “Now I will see what it is +made of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span>.”</p> + +<p>On closely examining it, he found to his +surprise, that it was composed of an infinite +number of very small bubbles, piled one +upon another, like the little stones in a heap +of gravel. It was white and beautiful, and +in some of the biggest bubbles, Caleb could +see all the colours of the rainbow. He +wondered where this foam could come from, +and he determined to carry some of it home +to his grandmother. So he stripped off a +flat piece of birch bark from a neighbouring +tree, and took up a little of the froth upon +it, and placed it very carefully upon a rock +on the bank, where it would remain safely, +he thought, till he was ready to go home.</p> + +<p>Just above where he stood was a little +waterfall in the brook. The current was +stopped by some stones and logs, and the +water tumbled over the obstruction, forming +quite a little cataract, which sparkled in the +sun.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span></p> + +<p>Caleb threw sticks and pieces of bark into +the water, above the fall, and watched them +as they sailed on, faster and faster, and then +pitched down the descent. Then he would +go and <i>whip</i> them into his landing, and thus +he could take them out, and sail them down +again. After amusing himself some time +in this manner, he began to wonder why Raymond +did not come, and he concluded to +take his foam, and go along. He went to +the rock and took up his birch bark; but, +to his surprise, the foam had disappeared. +He was wondering what had become of it, +when he heard across the road, and at a +little distance above him, a scrambling in +the bushes, on the side of the mountain. At +first, he was afraid; but in a moment more, +he caught a glimpse of the cow coming out +of the bushes, and supposing that Raymond +was behind, he threw down his birch bark, +and began to gallop off to meet him, lashing +the ground with his whip.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span></p> + +<p>At the same time, the cow, somewhat +worried by being driven pretty fast down +the rocks, came running out into the road, +and when she saw Caleb coming towards her, +and with such antics, began to cut capers +too. She came on, in a kind of half-frolicsome, +half-angry canter, shaking her horns; +and Caleb, before he got very near her, began +to be somewhat frightened. At first he +stopped, looking at her with alarm. Then +he began to fall back to the side of the road, +towards the brook. At this instant Raymond +appeared coming out of the bushes, +and, seeing Caleb, called out to him to stand +still.</p> + +<p>“Stand still, Caleb, till she goes by: she +will not hurt you.” But Caleb could not +control his fears. His little heart beat +quick, and his pale cheek grew paler. He +could not control his fears, though he knew +very well that what Raymond said must be<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span> +true. He kept retreating backwards nearer +and nearer to the brook, as the cow came +on, whipping the air, towards her to keep her +off. He was now at some little distance +above the cotton landing, and opposite to a +part of the bank where the water was deep. +Raymond perceived his danger, and as he +was now on the very brink, he shouted out +suddenly,</p> + +<p>“Caleb! Caleb! take care!”</p> + +<p>But the sudden call only frightened poor +Caleb still more; and before the “Take +care” was uttered, his foot slipped, and he +slid back into the water, and sank into it +until he entirely disappeared.</p> + +<p>Raymond rushed to the place, and in an +instant was in the water by his side, and +pulling Caleb out, he carried him gasping +to the shore. He wiped his face with his +handkerchief, and tried to cheer and encourage +him.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span></p> + +<p>“Never, mind, Caleb,” said he; “it +won't hurt you. It is a warm sunny morning.” +Caleb cried a few minutes, but, +finally, became pretty nearly calm, and Raymond +led him along towards home, sobbing +as he went, “O dear me!—what <i>will</i> my +grandmother say?”</p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Top</a></span> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_II" id="CHAPTER_II"></a>CHAPTER II.</h2> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span></p> +<h3>TROUBLE.</h3> + +<p>As Caleb walked along by the side of +Raymond, and came upon the bridge, he +was seen both by his grandmother, who happened +to be standing at the door, and also +at the same instant, by the two boys, Dwight +and David, who were just then coming home +from school. Dwight, seeing Caleb walking +along so sadly, his clothes and hair +thoroughly drenched, set up a shout, and +ran towards him over the bridge. David +was of a more quiet and sober turn, and he +followed more slowly, but with a face full of +surprise and curiosity.</p> + +<p>Madam Rachel, too, perceived that her +little grandson had been in the brook, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span> +she said, “Can it be possible that he has +disobeyed?” Then, again, the next thought +was, “Well, if he has, he has been punished +for it pretty severely, and so I will treat +him kindly.”</p> + +<p>David and Dwight came eagerly up, with +exclamations, and questions without number. +This made poor Caleb feel worse and +worse—he wanted to get home as soon as +possible, and he could not tell the boys all +the story there; and presently Raymond, +finding that he could not get by them very +well, took him up in his arms, and carried +him towards the house, David and Dwight +following behind. Caleb expected that his +grandmother would think him very much to +blame, and so, as he came near enough to +speak to her, he raised his head from Raymond's +shoulder, and began to say,</p> + +<p>“I am very sorry, grandmother; but I +could not help it. I certainly could not +help it.”</p> + +<p>But he saw at once, by his grandmother's<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span> +pleasant-looking face, that she was not +going to find any fault with him.</p> + +<p>“You have not hurt yourself, Caleb, I +hope,” said she, as Raymond put him +down.</p> + +<p>“No,” said he, “but I feel rather cold.”</p> + +<p>His grandmother said she would soon +warm him, and she led him into a little +bedroom, where he was accustomed to +sleep, and undressed him, talking good-humouredly +with him all the while, so as to +relieve his fears, and make him feel more +happy. She wiped him dry with soft flannel, +and gave him some clean, dry clothes, +and made him very comfortable again. She +did not ask him how he happened to fall in +the water, for she knew it would trouble +him to talk about it. So she amused him +by talking about other things, and at last +let him out again into the parlour.</p> + +<p>The wetting did Caleb no injury; but +the fright and the suddenness of the plunge +gave him a shock, which, in his feeble state<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span> +of health, he was ill able to bear. A good +stout boy, with red cheeks and plump limbs, +would not have regarded it at all, but would +have been off to play again just as soon as +his clothes were changed. But poor Caleb +sat down in his little rocking chair by the +side of his grandmother, and began to rock +back and forth, as if he was rocking away +the memory of his troubles, while his grandmother +went on with her work.</p> + +<p>Presently he stopped to listen to the +voices of Dwight and David, who were out +before the house.</p> + +<p>“Grandmother,” said he, “is that the +boys?”</p> + +<p>“Yes,” said she, “I believe it is.”</p> + +<p>Then Caleb went on rocking, and the +voices died away.</p> + +<p>Presently, they came nearer again. The +boys seemed to be passing down in front of +the house, with a wheelbarrow, towards the +water.</p> + +<p>“Grandmother,” said Caleb, stopping<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span> +again, “what do you suppose the boys are +doing?”</p> + +<p>“I don't know,” said she, “should not +you like to go and see? You can play with +them half an hour before dinner, if you +please.”</p> + +<p>Caleb did not answer, but began to rock +again. He did not seem inclined to go.</p> + +<p>Soon after he heard a <i>splash</i>, as of stones +thrown into the water. Caleb started up +and said,</p> + +<p>“Grandmother, what <i>can</i> they be doing?”</p> + +<p>“I don't know,” said she, “if you want +to know very much, you must go and +see.”</p> + +<p>Caleb rose slowly, put his rocking chair +back into its place, and went to the door. +He looked down towards the bank of the +brook before the house, and saw Dwight +and David there. They had a wheelbarrow +close to the edge of the water, with a few +stones in it, some as big as Caleb's head. +Each of the boys had a stone in his hand,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span> +which he was just throwing into the brook. +Caleb had a great desire to go down and +see what they were doing; but he felt weak +and tired, and so, after looking on a moment, +he said to himself, “I had rather sit +down here.” So he sat down upon the step +of the door, and looked on.</p> + +<p>After the boys had thrown one or two +large stones into the water, they took hold +of the wheelbarrow, and, then, tipping +it up, the whole load slid down into the water, +close to the shore. The boys then +came back, wheeling the great wheelbarrow +up into the road.</p> + +<p>They went after another load of stones, +and Caleb's curiosity was so far awakened, +that he rose slowly, and walked down towards +the place. In a few minutes, the boys +came back with their load; David wheeling, +and Dwight walking along by his side, +and pushing as well as he could, to help. +As soon as he saw Caleb, he began to call +out,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span></p> + +<p>“O Caleb, you were afraid of a cow!”</p> + +<p>Caleb looked sad and unhappy. David +said,</p> + +<p>“I would not laugh at him, Dwight. +Caleb, we are building a mole.”</p> + +<p>“A mole!” said Caleb. “What is that?”</p> + +<p>“Why, it is a kind of wharf, built out far +into the water, to make a harbour for our +shipping. We learned about it in our geography.”</p> + +<p>“Yes,” said Dwight, coming up, eagerly, +to Caleb, “you see the current carries +all our vessels down the stream, you know, +Caleb, and we are going to build out a long +mole, out into the middle of the brook, and +that will stop our vessels; and then we are +going to make it pretty wide, so that we can +walk out upon it, and the end of it will do +for a wharf.”</p> + +<p>“Yes, it will be a sort of harbour for 'em,” +said David.</p> + +<p>Caleb looked quite pleased at this plan +and wanted the boys to let him help; and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span> +Dwight said he might go and help them get +their next load of stones.</p> + +<p>But Caleb did not help much, although +he really tried to help. He kept getting into +the other boys' way. At last Dwight got +out of patience, and said,</p> + +<p>“Caleb, you don't help us the least mite. +I wish you would go away.”</p> + +<p>But Caleb wanted to help; and Dwight +tried to make him go away. Presently, he +began to laugh at him for being afraid of a +cow.</p> + +<p>“I suppose I could frighten you by <i>moo-ing</i> +at you, Caleb.”</p> + +<p>Caleb did not answer, but walked along +by the side of the wheelbarrow. David was +wheeling it; for they had now got it loaded, +and were going back to the shore of the +brook, Caleb on one side, and Dwight upon +the other. Dwight saw that Caleb hung +his head, and looked confused.</p> + +<p>“<i>Moo! moo!</i>” said Dwight.</p> + +<p>Caleb walked along silent as before.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span></p> + +<p>“<i>Moo! moo!</i>” said Dwight, running +round to Caleb's side of the wheelbarrow, +and <i>moo-ing</i> close into his ear.</p> + +<p>Caleb let go of the wheelbarrow, turned +around, burst into tears, and walked slowly +and sorrowfully away towards the house.</p> + +<p>“There, now,” said David, “you have +made him cry. What do you want to trouble +him so for?”</p> + +<p>Dwight looked after Caleb, and seeing +that he was going to the house, he was +afraid that he would tell his grandmother. +So he ran after him, and began to call to +him to stop; but, before he had gone many +steps, he saw his grandmother standing at +the door of the house, and calling to them +all to come.</p> + +<p>Caleb had nearly stopped crying when he +came up to his grandmother. She did not +say any thing to him about the cause of his +trouble, but asked him if he was willing to +go down cellar with Mary Anna, and help +her choose a plateful of apples for dinner.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span> +His eye brightened at this proposal, and +Mary Anna, who was sitting at the window, +reading, rose, laid down her book, took hold +of his hand with a smile, and led him away.</p> + +<p>Madam Rachel then went to her seat in +her great arm-chair, and David and Dwight +came and stood by her side.</p> + +<p>“I am sorry, Dwight, that you wanted to +trouble Caleb.”</p> + +<p>“But, mother,” said Dwight, “I only +<i>moo-ed</i> at him a little.”</p> + +<p>“And what did you do it for?”</p> + +<p>“O, only for fun, mother.”</p> + +<p>“Did you suppose it gave him pain?”</p> + +<p>“Why,—I don't know.”</p> + +<p>“Did you suppose it gave him pleasure?”</p> + +<p>“Why, no,” said Dwight, looking down.</p> + +<p>“And did not you know that it gave him +pain? Now, tell me, honestly.”</p> + +<p>“Why, yes, mother, I knew it plagued +him a little; but then I only did it for +fun.”</p> + +<p>“I know it,” said Madam Rachel; “and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span> +that is the very thing that makes me so sorry +for it.”</p> + +<p>“Why, mother?” said Dwight in a tone +of surprise.</p> + +<p>“Because if you had given Caleb four +times as much pain for any other reason, I +should not have thought half so much of it, +as to have you trouble him for <i>fun</i>. If it +had been to do him any good, or to do any +body else any good, or from mistake, or +mere thoughtlessness, I should not have +thought so much of it; but to do it for +<i>fun</i>!”</p> + +<p>Here Madam Rachel stopped, as if she +did not know what to say.</p> + +<p>“I rather think, mother, it was only +<i>thoughtlessness</i>,” said David, by way of excusing +Dwight.</p> + +<p>“No; because he knew that it gave Caleb +pain, and it was, in fact, for the very +purpose of giving him pain, that Dwight +did it. If he had been saying <i>moo</i> accidentally, +without thinking of troubling Caleb,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span> +that would have been thoughtlessness; but +it was not so. And what makes me most +unhappy about this,” continued Madam +Rachel, putting her hand gently on Dwight's +head, “is that my dear Dwight has a heart +capable under some circumstances, of taking +pleasure in the sufferings of a helpless +little child.”</p> + +<p>David and Dwight were both silent, though +they saw clearly that what their mother +said was true.</p> + +<p>“And yet, perhaps, you think it is a very +little thing after all,” she continued, “just +<i>moo-ing</i> at Caleb a little. The pain it gave +him was soon over. Just sending him down +cellar to get apples, made him forget it in +a moment; so that you see it is not the mischief +that is done, in this case, but the <i>spirit +of mind</i> in you, that it shews. It is a +little thing, I know; but then it is a little +symptom of a very bad disease. It is very +hard to cure.”</p> + +<p>“Well, mother,” said Dwight, looking<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span> +up, and speaking very positively, “I am +<i>determined</i> not to trouble Caleb any more.”</p> + +<p>“Yes, but I am afraid your <i>determinations</i> +won't reach the difficulty. As long as the +spirit of mind remains, so that you are <i>capable</i> +of taking pleasure in the sufferings of +another, your determinations not to <i>indulge</i> +the bad spirit, will not do much good. You +will forget them all, when the temptation +comes. Don't you remember how often I +have talked with you about this, and how +often you have promised not to do it, before?”</p> + +<p>“Why, yes, mother,” said Dwight, despondingly.</p> + +<p>“So, you see determinations will not do +much good. As long as your heart is malicious, +the malice will come out in spite of +all your determinations.”</p> + +<p>Just at this moment Caleb came in, bringing +his plate of apples, with an air of great +importance and satisfaction. He had nearly +forgotten his troubles. Soon after this, +dinner was brought in, and Madam Rachel +said no more to the boys about malice. +After dinner, they went out again to play.</p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Top</a></span> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_III" id="CHAPTER_III"></a>CHAPTER III.</h2> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span></p> +<h3>BUILDING THE MOLE.</h3> + +<p>Caleb sat down upon the step of the door, +eating a piece of bread, while Dwight and +David returned to their work of building the +mole. They got the wheelbarrow, and loaded +it with stones.</p> + +<p>Caleb sat a few minutes more at the door, +and then he went into the house, and got his +little rocking chair, and brought it out under +the elm, and sat down there, looking towards +the boys, who were at work near the +water. At last, David spied him sitting +there, and said,</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span></p> +<p>“There is Caleb, sitting under the great +tree.”</p> + +<p>Dwight looked around, and then, throwing +down the stone that he had in his hands, +he said,</p> + +<p>“I mean to go and get him to come here.”</p> + +<p>So he ran towards him, and said,</p> + +<p>“Come, Caleb, come down here, and help +us make our mole.”</p> + +<p>“No,” said Caleb, shaking his head, and, +turning away a little; “I don't want to go.”</p> + +<p>“O, do come, Caleb,” said Dwight; “I +won't trouble you any more.”</p> + +<p>“No,” said Caleb: “I am tired, and I +had rather stay here in my little chair.”</p> + +<p>“But I will carry your chair down to the +brook; and there is a beautiful place there +to sit and see us tumble in the stones.”</p> + +<p>So Caleb got up, and Dwight took his +chair, and they walked together down to the +shore of the brook. Dwight found a little +spot so smooth and level, that the rocking-chair +would stand very even upon it, though<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span> +it would not rock very well, for the ground +was not hard, like a floor. Caleb rested his +elbow upon the arm of his chair, and his +pale cheek in his little slender hand, and +watched the stones, as, one after another, +they fell into the brook.</p> + +<p>The brook at this place, was very wide +and shallow, and the current was not very +rapid, so that they got along pretty fast; +and thus the mole advanced steadily out +into the stream.</p> + +<p>“Well, Caleb,” said Dwight, as he stopped, +after they had tossed out all the stones +from the wheelbarrow, “and how do you +like our mole?”</p> + +<p>“O, not very well,” said Caleb.</p> + +<p>“Why not?” said Dwight, surprised.</p> + +<p>“It is so stony.”</p> + +<p>“Stony?” said Dwight.</p> + +<p>“Yes,” said Caleb, “I don't think <i>I</i> could +walk on it very well.”</p> + +<p>“O,” said Dwight, “we are going to +make the top very smooth, when we get it +done<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span>.”</p> + +<p>“How?” said Caleb.</p> + +<p>“Why, we are going to haul gravel on it, +and smooth it all down.”</p> + +<p>“Why can't we do it now?” said David, +“as we go along: and then we can wheel our +wheelbarrow out upon it, and tip our stones +in at the end.”</p> + +<p>“Agreed,” said Dwight; and they accordingly +leveled the stones off on the top, and +put small stones in at all the interstices, +that is, the little spaces between the large +stones, so as to prevent the gravel from running +down through. Then they went and +got a load of gravel out of a bank pretty near, +and spread it down over the top, and it made +a good, smooth road; only, it was not trodden +down hard at first, and so it was not very +easy wheeling over it.</p> + +<p>They found one difficulty, however, and +that was that the gravel rolled over each side +of the mole, and went into the water. To +prevent this, they arranged the largest stones +on each side, in a row, for the edge, and then<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span> +filled in with gravel up to the edge, and thus +they gradually advanced towards the middle +of the stream, finishing the mole completely +as they went on. Caleb then said he +liked it very much, and wanted to walk on +it. So the boys let him. He went out to +the end, and stood there a minute, and then +said that he wished he had his whip there, +to whip in a stick which was sailing down a +little way off.</p> + +<p>“Where is your whip?” said David.</p> + +<p>“I suppose it is hanging up on its nail,” +said Caleb, “I mean to go and get it.”</p> + +<p>So Caleb walked off the mole, and went +slowly up towards the house, singing by the +way, while David and Dwight went after +another load of gravel. While they were +putting down this load, and spreading it on, +Caleb came back, looking disappointed and +sorrowful, and saying that he could not find +his whip.</p> + +<p>“Where did you put it when you had it +last?” asked David.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span></p> + +<p>“I put it on the nail,” said Caleb, “I +always put it on the nail.”</p> + +<p>“O, no, Caleb,” said Dwight; “you +must have left it about somewhere.”</p> + +<p>“No,” said Caleb, shaking his head with +a positive air, “I am <i>sure</i> I put it on my +nail.”</p> + +<p>“When did you have it last?”</p> + +<p>“Why,—let me see,” said Caleb, thinking. +“I had it yesterday, playing horses on +the wood-pile: and then I had it this morning,—I +believe,—when I went up the brook +to meet Raymond.”</p> + +<p>“Then you left it up there, I know,” said +Dwight.</p> + +<p>“No,” said Caleb, “I am sure I put it +on my nail.”</p> + +<p>“You did not have it, Caleb,” said David, +mildly, “when we met you on the +bridge.”</p> + +<p>“Didn't I?” said Caleb, standing still +and trying to think.</p> + +<p>“No,” replied Dwight, decidedly.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span></p> + +<p>“I wish you would go up there with me, +and help me find it.”</p> + +<p>“Why, we want to finish our mole,” said +David.</p> + +<p>“I'll go,” said Dwight, “while you, David, +get another load of gravel. Come, +Caleb,” said he, “go and shew me where +it was.”</p> + +<p>So Dwight and Caleb walked on. They +went down to the bridge, crossed the stream +upon it, then turned up, on the opposite +bank, and walked on until they came to the +cotton landing. Caleb then pointed to the +place where he had fallen in; and they +looked all about there, upon the bank, and +in the water, but in vain. No whip was to +be found.</p> + +<p>Before they returned, they stopped a moment +at the cotton landing, and Caleb shewed +Dwight that the cotton was all made of +little bubbles. They got some of it to the +shore and examined it, and then, just as<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span> +they were going away. Dwight exclaimed, +suddenly,</p> + +<p>“There is your whip, now, Caleb.”</p> + +<p>Caleb looked round, and saw that Dwight +was pointing towards the little fall or rather +great ripple of water, and there, just in +the fall, was the whip-handle floating, and +kept from drifting away by the lash, which +had got caught in the rocks. There the +handle lay, or rather hung, bobbing up and +down, and struggling as if it was trying to +get free.</p> + +<p>After various attempts to liberate it, by +throwing sticks and stones at it, Dwight +took off his shoes, turned up his pantaloons +to his knees, and waded in to the place, and +after carefully extricating the whip, brought +it safely to the shore.</p> + +<p>“I am very glad I have got my whip +again,” said Caleb, while Dwight was putting +on his shoes.</p> + +<p>“I am glad too,” said Dwight. “But +you told a lie about it, Caleb<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span>.”</p> + +<p>“A lie!” said Caleb.</p> + +<p>“Yes: you said you certainly hung it up +upon the nail,” said Dwight, as they began +to walk along.</p> + +<p>“Well, I thought I did,” said Caleb.</p> + +<p>“That makes no difference. You did not +say you <i>thought</i> you hung it up, but that you +were sure you did.”</p> + +<p>“Well, I certainly thought I did,” said +Caleb; “and I am sure it wasn't a lie.”</p> + +<p>Dwight insisted that it was, and Caleb determined +to ask his grandmother.</p> + +<p>They returned to the mole.</p> + +<p>It was not long after this, that David, on +looking towards the house, called out that +his mother was coming. It was true. She +put on her bonnet, and was coming slowly +down to the brook, to see how the boys got +on with their work. They were rejoiced to +see her coming. They took Caleb's chair, +and laid it down upon its side, and then put +one of the side-pieces of the wheelbarrow +upon it with the clean side up; and this<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span> +made quite a comfortable seat for her, though +it was a little unsteady. She sat down upon +it, and made a good many enquiries about +their plan and the progress of the work.</p> + +<p>“Well, boys,” said she, “that is a capital +plan, and you will have a great eddy +above your mole.”</p> + +<p>“An eddy!” said Dwight, “what is that?”</p> + +<p>“Why, the water coming down, will strike +upon the outer end of your mole, and be +turned in towards the shore, and then will +go round, and will come into the stream +again. There, you can see it is beginning +to run so already.”</p> + +<p>So the boys looked above the mole, and +they saw the little bubbles that were floating +in the water, sailing round and round slowly, +in a small circle, between the upper side of +the mole and the shore.</p> + +<p>“When you get it built away out,” said +Madam Rachel, “there will be quite a +whirlpool; you might call it the Maelstrom. +There, you see, Caleb can have a little har<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span>bour +up there on the shore, and one of you +can go out to the end of the mole, and put +a little ship into the water, and the eddy will +carry it round to him. Then he can take +out the cargo, and put in a new one, and +then set the ship in the water, and the current +will carry it back again, round on the +other side of the whirlpool.”</p> + +<p>The boys were very much delighted at +this prospect, and they determined to build +out the mole very far, so as to have “a great +sweep,” as Dwight called it, in the eddy. +Caleb went out upon the part of the mole +which was finished, and put in a piece of +wood, and watched it with great delight as +it slowly sailed round.</p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Top</a></span> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_IV" id="CHAPTER_IV"></a>CHAPTER IV.</h2> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span></p> +<h3>A DISCUSSION.</h3> + +<p>While Caleb stood upon the mole, he began +to whip the water; and, in doing so, he +spattered David and Dwight a little.</p> + +<p>Dwight said, “Take care, Caleb—don't +spatter us;” and he went up to him, and was +going gently to take hold of his whip, to +take it away. “Let me have the whip,” +said he.</p> + +<p>“No,” said Caleb, holding it firmly, “I +want it.”</p> + +<p>“Let go of it, Dwight,” said Madam +Rachel.</p> + +<p>“Why, mother, he ought to let me have +it, for I went and got it for him. He would +not have had it at all without me.”</p> + +<p>“You must not take it by violence,” said<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span> +his mother, “if you have ever so good a right +to it. But did you get it for him?”</p> + +<p>“Yes, mother; and he told a lie about it.”</p> + +<p>“O, Dwight,” said his mother, “you +ought not to say so. I can't think Caleb +would tell a lie.”</p> + +<p>“He did, mother; he said he was sure +he hung it up, when, after all, he dropped it +in the water; and we agreed to leave it to +you if that was not telling a lie.”</p> + +<p>“Did you know, Caleb, when you said +you hung it up, that you had really left it in +the water?”</p> + +<p>“No, grandmother,” said Caleb, very +earnestly; “I really thought I had hung +it up.”</p> + +<p>“Then it was not telling a <i>lie</i>, Dwight. A +lie is told with an intention to deceive. To +make it a lie it is necessary that the person +who says a thing, must <i>know distinctly</i> at +the time that he says it, that it is not true; +and he must say it with the particular intention +to deceive. Now, Caleb did not do +this<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span>.”</p> + +<p>“Well, mother,” said Dwight, “I am +sure you have told us a good many times +that we must never say any thing unless we +are sure it is true.”</p> + +<p>“So I have. I admit that Caleb did +wrong in saying so positively that he had +hung his whip up, when he did not know +certainly that he had. But this does not +prove that it was telling a lie. You know +there are a great many other faults besides +telling lies; and this is one of them.”</p> + +<p>“What do you call it, mother?” said +David.</p> + +<p>“I don't know,” said she, hesitating. “It +is a very common fault,—asserting a thing +positively, when you do not know whether +it is true or not. But if you <i>think</i> it is true, +even if you have no proper grounds for +thinking so, and are entirely mistaken, it is +not telling a lie.”</p> + +<p>“In fact,” she continued, “I once knew +a case where one boy was justly punished +for falsehood when what he said was true;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span> +and another was rewarded for his truth, +when what he said was false.”</p> + +<p>“Why, mother?” said Dwight and David +together, with great surprise.</p> + +<p>“Yes,” said Madam Rachel; “the case +was this. They were farmers' boys, and +they wanted to go into the barn, and play +upon the hay. Their father told them they +might go, but charged them to be careful +to shut the door after them in going in, so +as not to let the colt get out. So the boys +ran off to the barn in high glee, and were +so eager to get upon the hay, that they forgot +altogether to shut the door. When they +came down they found the door open, and +to their great alarm, the colt was nowhere +to be seen. Josy, one of the boys, said, +'Let us shut the door now, and not tell +father that we let the colt out, and he will +think somebody else did it.'</p> + +<p>“'No,' said James, the other, 'let us tell +the truth.'</p> + +<p>“So about an hour afterwards, Josy went<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span> +into the house, and his father said, 'Josy, +did you let the colt out?'</p> + +<p>“'No, sir,' said Josy.</p> + +<p>“Not long after he met James.</p> + +<p>“'James,' said he, 'you had a fine time +upon the hay, I suppose. I hope you did +not let the colt out.'</p> + +<p>“James hung his head, and said, 'Why, +yes, sir, we did. We forgot to shut the +door, and so he got away.'</p> + +<p>“Now, which of these boys, do you suppose, +was guilty of telling a lie?”</p> + +<p>“Why, Josy, certainly,” said David, +Dwight, and Caleb, all together.</p> + +<p>“Yes, and yet the colt had not got +away.”</p> + +<p>“Hadn't he?” said Dwight.</p> + +<p>“No, he was safely coiled up in a corner +upon some hay, out of sight; and there the +farmer found him safe and sound, when he +went in to look. But did that make any +difference in Josy's guilt, do you think?”</p> + +<p>“No, mother,” said Dwight. David, at<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span> +the same time shook his head, shewing that +he entertained the same opinion.</p> + +<p>“I think it did not,” continued Madam +Rachel, “and the farmer thought so too; +for he very properly punished Josy, and rewarded +James.”</p> + +<p>Dwight seemed to assent to this rather +reluctantly, as if he was almost sorry that +Caleb had not been proved guilty of telling +a lie.</p> + +<p>“Well, mother,” he said presently, with +a more lively tone, “at any rate he disobeyed +you; for you told him not to go near the +brook where the bank was high; and he did, +or else he never would have fallen in.”</p> + +<p>“But I could not help it,” said Caleb, +“the cow frightened me so.”</p> + +<p>“Yes, you could help it,” said Dwight; +“for the cow did not come up and push +you; you walked back yourself, of your own +accord.”</p> + +<p>Madam Rachel observed that Caleb appeared +more pale and languid than usual;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span> +and this new charge which Dwight brought +against him, made him more sad and melancholy +still.</p> + +<p>Madam Rachel accordingly then said she +would not talk any more about it then, for +she must go in, and she asked Caleb whether +he would rather go in with her, or remain out +there with the boys. He said he would rather +go in. So he took hold of Madam Rachel's +hand, and walked along by her side. +David said he would bring his rocking-chair +for him, when he and Dwight should +come in.</p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Top</a></span> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_V" id="CHAPTER_V"></a>CHAPTER V.</h2> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span></p> +<h3>THE STORY OF BLIND SAMUEL.</h3> + +<p>Madam Rachel went into the house, and +sat down in her large rocking-chair, by a +window, in a back parlour that looked out +upon a little garden, and began to sew. +Caleb played around a little while, rather +languidly, and at last came up to his grandmother, +and leaning upon her lap, asked her +if she would not take him up, and rock +him a little. She could not help pitying +him, he looked so feeble and sad; and she +accordingly laid down her work, and lifted +him up,—he was not heavy.</p> + +<p>“Well Caleb, you have not asked me to +take you up, and tell you a story so, for a +long time. This is the way I used to do +when you were quite a little boy; only then<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span> +you used to kneel in my lap, and lay your +head upon my shoulder, so that my mouth +was close to your ear. But you are too big +now.”</p> + +<p>Caleb smiled a little, for he was glad to +find that he was growing big; but it was +rather a faint and sad smile.</p> + +<p>“But I don't grow any stronger, grandmother,” +said he. “I wish I was well and +strong, like the other boys.”</p> + +<p>“You don't know what would be best for +you, my little Caleb. God leads you along +in his own way through life, and you must +go patiently and pleasantly on, just where +he thinks best. You are like blind Samuel, +going through the woods with his +father.”</p> + +<p>“How was that, grandmother?” said he, +sitting up, and turning round to look at +her.</p> + +<p>“You sit still,” said she, gently laying +him back again, “and I will tell you.”</p> + +<p>“Samuel was a blind boy. He had been<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span> +away, and was now going home with his father. +His father led him, and he walked +along by his side. Presently, they came +to a large brook, and, before they got near +it, they heard it roaring. His father said, +'Samuel, I think there is a freshet.' 'I +think so too,' said Samuel, 'for I hear the +water roaring.' When they came in sight +of the stream, his father said, 'Yes, Samuel, +there has been a great freshet, and the +bridge is carried away.' 'And what shall +we do now?' said Samuel. 'Why we must +go round by the path through the woods.' +'That will be bad for me,' said Samuel +'But I will lead you,' said his father, 'all +the way; just trust every thing to me.' +'Yes, father,' said Samuel, 'I will.'</p> + +<p>“So his father took a string out of his +pocket, and gave one end of it to Samuel. +'There, Samuel,' said he, 'take hold of that, +and that will guide you; and walk directly +after me.'”</p> + +<p>“How long was the string?” said Caleb.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span></p> + +<p>“O not very long,” replied Madam Rachel; +“so as just to let him walk a step or +two behind.”</p> + +<p>“After he had walked on a short distance, +he said, 'Father, I wish you would let me +take hold of your hand.' 'But you said,' +replied his father, 'that you would trust +every thing to me.' 'So I will, father,' +said Samuel; 'but I do wish you would let +me take hold of your hand, instead of this +string.' 'Very well,' said his father, 'you +may try <i>your</i> way.'</p> + +<p>“So Samuel came and took hold of his +father's hand, and tried to walk along by his +father's side. But the path was narrow; +there was not more than room for one, and +though his father walked as far on one side +as possible, yet Samuel had not room +enough. The branches scratched his face, +and he stumbled continually upon roots +and stones. At length he said, 'Father, +you know best. I will take hold of the +string, and walk behind.'<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span></p> + +<p>“So, after that, he was patient and submissive, +and followed his father wherever he +led. After a time his father saw a serpent +in the road directly before them. So he +turned aside, to go round by a compass in +the woods.”</p> + +<p>“A compass?” said Caleb.</p> + +<p>“Yes,” said his grandmother; “that is +a round-about way. But it was very rough +and stony. Presently, Samuel stopped and +said, 'Father, it seems to me it is pretty +stony; haven't we got out of the path?'</p> + +<p>“'Yes,' said his father; 'but you promised +to be patient and submissive, and +trust every thing to me.'</p> + +<p>“'Well,' said Samuel, 'you know best, +and I will follow.'</p> + +<p>“So he walked on again. When they +had got by, his father told him that the reason +why he had gone out of the road was, +that there was a serpent there. And so, +when God leads us in a difficult way, Caleb,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span> +that we don't understand at the time, we often +see the reason of it afterwards.”</p> + +<p>Caleb did not answer, and Madam Rachel +went on with her story.</p> + +<p>“By and by, his father came within the +sound of the brook again, and stopped a minute +or two, and then he told Samuel that +he should have to leave him a short time, +and that he might sit down upon a log, and +wait until he came back. 'But, father,' +said Samuel, 'I don't want to be left alone +here in the woods, in the dark.' 'It is not +dark,' said his father. 'It is all dark to +me,' said Samuel. 'I know it is,' said his +father, 'and I am very sorry; but you promised +to leave every thing to me, and be +obedient and submissive.' 'So I will, father; +you know best, and I will do just as +you say.' So Samuel sat down upon the log, +and his father went away. He was a little +terrified by the solitude, and the darkness, +and the roaring of the water; but he trusted +to his father, and was still.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span></p> + +<p>“By and by, he heard a noise as of something +heavy falling into the water. He was +frightened, for he thought it was his father. +But it was not his father. What do you +think it was, Caleb?”</p> + +<p>Caleb did not answer. Madam Rachel +looked down to see why he did not speak, +and as she moved him a little, so as to see +his face, his head rolled over to one side; +and, in short, Madam Rachel found that he +was fast asleep.</p> + +<p>“Poor little fellow!” said she; and she +rose carefully, and carried him to the bed, and +laid him down. He opened his eyes a moment, +when his cheek came in contact with +the cool pillow, but turned his face over immediately, +shut his eyes again, and was +soon in a sound sleep.</p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Top</a></span> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VI" id="CHAPTER_VI"></a>CHAPTER VI.</h2> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span></p> +<h3>ENGINEERING.</h3> + +<p>When Caleb awoke it was almost evening. +The rays of the setting sun were shining in +at the window. Caleb opened his eyes, and, +after lying still a few moments, began to +sing. He thought it was morning, and that +it was time for him to get up. Presently, +however, he observed that the sun was shining +in at the wrong window for morning: +then he noticed that he was not undressed; +and, finally, he thought it must be night; +but he could not think how he came to be +asleep there at that time.</p> + +<p>Caleb went out into the parlour. David +and Dwight were just putting the chairs +around the tea table. At tea time, the boys<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span> +talked a good deal about the mole, and they +asked Mary Anna if she would help them +rig some vessels to sail in the Maelstrom.</p> + +<p>“Sail in the Maelstrom!” said Mary +Anna; “whoever heard of sailing in the +Maelstrom? That is a great whirlpool, +which swallows up ships; they never sail +in it. You had better call it the Gulf +Stream.”</p> + +<p>“Well,” said Dwight, “we will; and +will you help us rig some vessels?”</p> + +<p>“Yes,” said Mary Anna, “when you get +the mole done.”</p> + +<p>Mary Anna was a beautiful girl, about +seventeen years old, with a mild and gentle +expression of countenance, and very pleasant +tone of voice. She helped the children +in all their plays, and they were always pleased +when she was with them. She had great +stores of pasteboard and coloured papers, to +make boxes, and portfolios, and little pocket-books, +and wallets of; and she had a +paint-box, and pencils, and drawing-books,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span> +and portfolios of pictures and drawing +lessons.</p> + +<p>She rigged the boys' vessels, and covered +their balls, and made them beautiful flags +and banners out of her pieces of coloured +silk. She advised them to have a flag-staff +out at the end of the mole, as they generally +have on all fortifications and national +works. She told them she would make +them a handsome flag for the purpose.</p> + +<p>After tea she went down with them to +see the works. She seemed to like the mole +very much. The whirlpool was moving +very regularly, and she advised them to build +the mole out pretty far.</p> + +<p>“Yes,” said Dwight; “and we are going +to have a piece across up and down the +stream, at the end of it, so as to make a T +of it.”</p> + +<p>“I think you had better make a Y of it,” +said Mary Anna.</p> + +<p>“A Y!” said Dwight, “how?”</p> + +<p>“Why instead of having the end piece<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span> +go straight across the end of the mole, let +the two parts of it branch out into the +stream, one upwards and the other down.”</p> + +<p>“What good will that do?” said David.</p> + +<p>“Why, if you make it straight like a T, +the current will run directly along the outer +edge of it, and so your vessels will not stay +there. But if you have it Y-shaped, there +will be a little sort of harbour in the crotch, +where your vessels can lie quietly, while +the current flows along by, out beyond the +forks.”</p> + +<p>“That will be excellent,” said Dwight, +clapping his hands.</p> + +<p>“And besides,” said she, “the upper +part of the Y will run out obliquely into the +stream, and so turn more of the current into +your eddy, and make the whirlpool larger.”</p> + +<p>“Well, and we will make it so,” said +David; “and then it will be an excellent +mole.”</p> + +<p>“Yes,” said Mary Anna, “there will be +all sorts of water around it;—a whirlpool<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span> +above, a little harbour in the crotch, a current +in front, and still water below. It will +be as good a place for sailing boats as I ever +saw.”</p> + +<p>But the twilight was coming on, and +they all soon returned to the house.</p> + +<p>Madam Rachel had a little double-bedroom, +as it was called, where she slept. It +was called a double-bedroom, because it +consisted, in fact, of two small rooms, with +a large arched opening between them, without +any door. In one room was the bed, +which moved in and out on little trucks, for +Caleb. In the other room was a table in +the middle, with books and papers upon it. +There was a window in one side, and opposite +the arched opening which led to the +bedroom was a small sofa.</p> + +<p>Now, it was Madam Rachel's custom +every evening, before the children went to +bed, to take them into her bedroom, and +hear them read a few verses of the Bible; +and then she would explain the verses, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span> +talk with them a little about what had occurred +during the day, and give them good +advice and good instruction. At such +times the children usually sat upon the sofa, +on one side of the table, and Madam Rachel +took her seat on the other side of the table, +in the chair, so as to face them. The children +generally liked this very much; and +yet she very seldom told them any stories +at these times. It was almost all reasonings +and explanations; and yet the children +liked it very much.</p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Top</a></span> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VII" id="CHAPTER_VII"></a>CHAPTER VII.</h2> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</a></span></p> +<h3>THE SOFA.</h3> + +<p>The boys took their places on the sofa, and +afterwards laid their books upon the table. +After that Madam Rachel began to talk +about the occurrences of the day, as follows:—</p> + +<p>“There are two or three things, boys, +that I have been keeping to talk with you +about this evening. One is the question +you asked, Dwight, about Caleb's disobeying +me, when he fell into the water.”</p> + +<p>“Yes, mother,” said Dwight, looking up +at once, very eagerly; “you told him never +to go near the bank; and yet he went, and +so he fell in.”</p> + +<p>“But I could not help it,” said Caleb.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span></p> + +<p>“Why, yes, mother, he certainly could +help it; for he walked there himself of his +own accord.”</p> + +<p>“Very well; that is the question for us to +consider; but, first, we must all be in a proper +state of mind to consider it, or else it will +do us no good. Now, Dwight, I am going +to ask you a question, and I want to have +you answer it honestly:—Which way do you +wish to have this question, about Caleb's +disobedience, decided?”</p> + +<p>“Why,—I don't know,” said Dwight.</p> + +<p>“Suppose I should come to the conclusion +that Caleb did right, and should prove it by +arguments, should you feel a little glad, or +a little sorry?”</p> + +<p>Dwight hung his head, and seemed somewhat +confused, but said, doubtfully, that he +did not know.</p> + +<p>“Now, I think, myself,” said his mother, +“that you have a secret wish to have it appear +that Caleb is guilty of disobedience. +You said he disobeyed, at first, from unkind<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</a></span> +feelings, which you seemed to feel towards +him at the moment; and now, I suppose, +you wish to adhere to it, so as to get the +victory. Now, honestly, isn't it so?”</p> + +<p>Dwight did not answer at first. He looked +somewhat ashamed. Presently, however, +he concluded, that it was best to be frank +and honest; so he looked up and acknowledged +that it was so.</p> + +<p>“Yes,” said his mother; “and while you +are under the influence of such a prejudice, +it would do no good for us to discuss the +subject, for you would not be convinced; +so you had better give it up.”</p> + +<p>Madam Rachel saw, while she was speaking, +that Dwight did not look sullen and +dissatisfied, but good-natured and pleasant; +and so she knew that he had concluded to +listen, candidly, to what she had to say.</p> + +<p>“I think that Caleb was not to blame at +all,” said Madam Rachel, “for two reasons. +One is, that he was probably overwhelmed +with terror. To be sure, as you say, the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span> +cow did not push him. He walked himself,—yet +still he was <i>impelled</i> as strongly as if +he had been pushed, though in a different +manner.”</p> + +<p>“Then there is another reason why Caleb +is innocent of any disobedience. When I +told him that he must not go to the high +banks, I did not mean that he <i>never</i> must +go, <i>in any case whatever</i>.”</p> + +<p>“I thought you <i>said</i> he never must,” said +David.</p> + +<p>“I presume I did say so, and I made no +exceptions; but still some exceptions are +always <i>implied</i> in such a case. In all commands, +however positive they may be, there +is always some exception implied.”</p> + +<p>“Why, mother?” said Dwight with surprise.</p> + +<p>“It is so,” said his mother. “Suppose, +for instance, that I were to tell you to sit +down by the parlour fire, and study a lesson, +and not to get out of your chair on any +account. And suppose that, after I had<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</a></span> +gone and left you, the fire should fall down, +and some coals roll out upon the floor, would +it not be your duty to get up, and brush them +back?”</p> + +<p>“Why, yes,” said Dwight.</p> + +<p>“So in all cases, very extreme and extraordinary +occurrences, that could not, by +possibility, have been considered, make exceptions. +And Caleb, thinking, as he did, +that he was in great danger from the cow, if +he had thought of my command at all, he +would have done perfectly right to have +considered so extraordinary a case an exception, +and so have retreated towards the brook, +notwithstanding my commands. And now +that question is settled.”</p> + +<p>Here little Caleb, who had been sitting +up very straight, and looking eagerly at his +grandmother and at the other boys, during +the progress of the conversation, drew a long +breath, and leaned back against the sofa, as +if he felt a good deal relieved.</p> + +<p>“And now, Dwight, there is one thing<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span> +I have seen in you to-day, which gave me +a great deal of pleasure, and another which +gave me pain.”</p> + +<p>“What, mother,” said Dwight.</p> + +<p>“Why, after I talked with you at noon, +about teasing Caleb, you began to treat +him very kindly. That gave me a great +deal of pleasure. I saw that your heart was +somewhat changed in regard to Caleb; for +you seemed to take pleasure in making him +happy, while before you took delight in +making him miserable.”</p> + +<p>Dwight looked gratified and pleased +while his mother was saying these things.</p> + +<p>“But then, in the course of the afternoon,” +she continued, “the old malignant +heart seemed to come back again. When +I came down to see the mole, I found you +in such a state of mind as to take pleasure +in Caleb's suffering. You wanted to prove +that he had told a lie, and looked disappointed +when I shewed you that he had not. +Then you wanted to prove he had disobeyed<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</a></span> +me, when, after all, you knew very well that +he had not.”</p> + +<p>“O, mother,” said Dwight.</p> + +<p>“Yes, Dwight, I am very sorry to have +to say so; but you undoubtedly had no real +belief that Caleb had done wrong. Suppose +I had told you I was going to punish him +for disobeying me in retreating to the brook, +should you have thought that it would have +been right?”</p> + +<p>“Why, no, mother,” said Dwight.</p> + +<p>“You would have been shocked at such +an idea. And now don't you see that all +your attempts to prove that he had done +wrong, was only the effect of the ill-will +you felt towards him at the time. It was +malice triumphing over your judgment and +your sense of right and wrong. I told you, +you know, that your resolutions would not +reach the case.”</p> + +<p>“Well, mother, I am <i>determined</i>,” said +Dwight, very deliberatively and positively, +“that I <i>never</i> will tease or trouble Caleb +any more<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span>.”</p> + +<p>“The evil is not so much in teasing and +troubling Caleb, as in having a heart capable +of taking any pleasure in it. That is the +great difficulty.”</p> + +<p>“Well, mother, I am determined I never +will feel any pleasure in his trouble again.”</p> + +<p>“I am afraid that won't depend altogether +upon the determination you make. For instance, +when you went to Caleb to-day, and +kindly tried to persuade him to go down, +and offered to carry his rocking-chair for +him, your heart was then in a state of love +towards him. Do you think you could +then, by determination, have changed it +from love to hate, and begun to take pleasure +in teasing him?”</p> + +<p>Dwight remembered how kindly and pleasantly +he had felt towards Caleb at that +time, and he thought that it would have +been impossible for him then to have found +any pleasure in tormenting him; and so he +said, “No, mother, I could not.”</p> + +<p>“And so, when you are angry with a per<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span>son, +and your heart is in a state of ill-will +and malice towards him, does it seem to you +that you can merely by a determination +change it all at once, and begin to be +filled with love, so as to feel pleasure in his +happiness?”</p> + +<p>Dwight was silent at first; he presently +answered, faintly, that he could not.</p> + +<p>“And if you cannot change your heart +by your mere determination at the time, you +certainly cannot by making one general +determination, now beforehand, for all time +to come.”</p> + +<p>Dwight saw his helpless condition, and +sighed. After a pause, he said,</p> + +<p>“Mother, it seems to me you are discouraging +me from trying to be a better boy.”</p> + +<p>“No, Dwight; but I don't want you to +depend on false hopes that must only end +in your disappointment. Your determination +will help in not indulging the bad feelings; +but I want to have your heart changed +so that you could not possibly <i>have</i> such<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span> +feelings. I hope mine is. I once shewed +the same spirit that you do; but now I don't +think it would be possible for me to take +any pleasure in teasing Caleb, or you, or +David.</p> + +<p>“I hope,” added Madam Rachel, “that +God will give you a benevolent and tender +heart, so that there shall be no <i>tendency</i> in +you to do wrong. He will change yours, if +you pray to him to do it. In fact, I hope, +and sometimes I almost believe, that he has +begun. I do not think you would have gone +to Caleb to-day so pleasantly, and acknowledged +your fault, as you did by your actions, +and felt so totally different from what you +had done, if God had not wrought some +change in you. I have very often talked +with children about such faults, as plainly +and kindly as I did with you, and it produced +no effect. When they went away, I +found, by their looks and actions afterwards, +that their hearts were not changed +at all. And so, Dwight,” said she, “I have<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span> +not been saying this to discourage you, but +to make you feel that you need a greater +change than you can accomplish, and so to +lead you to God that you may throw yourself +upon him, and ask him, not merely to +help you in your determinations not to act +out your bad feelings, but to change the +very nature of them, or rather, to carry on +the change, which I hope he has begun.”</p> + +<p>Dwight remembered, while his mother +was talking, how full his heart had been of +kindness and love to Caleb, while he was +helping him that afternoon, and he perceived +clearly that he had not produced that +state of mind by any of his own determinations +that he would feel so before he actually +did. He remembered how happy he had +been at that time, and how discontented +and miserable after he had been troubling +Caleb; and he had a feeling of strong desire +that God would change his heart, and +make him altogether and always benevolent +and kind.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span></p> + +<p>Now, it happened that Caleb had not understood +this conversation very well, and he +began to be weary and uneasy. Besides +just about this time he began to recollect +something about his grandmother's beginning +a story for him, when she took him up +in her lap, after he came in from the mole. +So, when he noticed that there was a pause +in the conversation, he said,</p> + +<p>“Grandmother, you promised to tell me +a story about blind Samuel.”</p> + +<p>“So I did,” said his grandmother smiling, +“and I began it; but before I got through +you got fast asleep.”</p> + +<p>David and Dwight laughed, and so in fact +did Caleb; and Madam Rachel then said +that if he would tell David and Dwight +the story as far as she had gone, she would +finish it.</p> + +<p>“Well,” said Caleb, “I will. Once there +was a blind boy, and his name was Samuel; +and, you see, he was going through the +woods, and his father was with him. And<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span> +his father walked along, and he walked +along, and it was stony, and he said he +would do just what his father said, because +his father knew best,—and—and so he took +hold of the string again.”</p> + +<p>“What string?” said Dwight.</p> + +<p>“Why, it was his father's string,” said +Caleb, eagerly, looking up into Dwight's +face.</p> + +<p>“What did he have a string for?” said +David.</p> + +<p>“Why to lead him along by,” said +Caleb.</p> + +<p>“Yes—but why did not he take hold of +his father's hand?” asked Dwight.</p> + +<p>“Why,—why,—there was a snake in the +road, I believe,—wasn't there, grandmother?”</p> + +<p>His grandmother smiled,—for Caleb had +evidently got bewildered, in his drowsiness, +so that he had not a very distinct recollection +of the story. She, therefore, began +again, and told the whole. When she got<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span> +to the place where she left off before, that +is, to the place Samuel heard a splash in the +water, Dwight started up, and asked, +eagerly,</p> + +<p>“What was it?”</p> + +<p>“A stone, I suppose,” said David, +coolly.</p> + +<p>“No,” said Madam Rachel, “it was only +the end of the stem of a small tree, which +Samuel's father was trying to fix across the +brook, so that he could lead his blind boy +over. It was lying upon the ground, and +he took it and raised it upon its end, near +the edge of the bank, on one side, and then +let it fall over, in hopes that the other end +would fall upon the opposite bank. But it +did not happen to fall straight across, and +so the end fell into the water, and this was +the noise that Samuel heard.</p> + +<p>“He drew the stick back again, and then +contrived to raise it on its end once more; +and this time he was more successful. It +fell across, and so extended from bank to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span> +bank. In a few minutes he succeeded in +getting another by its side, and then he +came back to Samuel.</p> + +<p>“'Samuel,' said he, 'I have built a +bridge.'</p> + +<p>“'A bridge!' said Samuel.</p> + +<p>“'Yes,' said he, 'a sort of a bridge; and +now I am going to try to lead you over.'</p> + +<p>“'But, father, I am afraid.'</p> + +<p>“'You said you would trust yourself +entirely to me, and go wherever I should +say.'</p> + +<p>“'Well, father,' said Samuel, 'I will. +You know best, after all.'</p> + +<p>“So Samuel took hold of his father's +hand, and, with slow, and very careful +steps, he got over the roaring torrent, and +then they soon came out into a broad smooth +road, and so got safely home.”</p> + +<p>“Now, Caleb,” continued Madam Rachel, +after she had finished her story, “do +you remember what I meant to teach you +by this story<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span>?”</p> + +<p>“Yes, Grandmother; you said that I was +like blind Samuel, and that God knew what +was best for me, and that I must let him +lead me wherever he pleases.”</p> + +<p>“Yes; and what was it that you said that +reminded me to tell you the story?”</p> + +<p>“I said that I wished that I was well and +strong, like the other boys.”</p> + +<p>“Yes,” said his grandmother, “I do not +think you said it in a fretful or impatient +spirit; but I thought that this story of +Samuel would help to keep you patient +and contented.”</p> + +<p>“Yes, grandmother, it does,” said Caleb.</p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Top</a></span> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VIII" id="CHAPTER_VIII"></a>CHAPTER VIII.</h2> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span></p> +<h3>THE CART RIDE.</h3> + +<p>A week after this, Caleb had his whip to +mend. He had broken off the lash, by whipping +in sticks and little pieces of drift-wood +to the mole. David and Dwight worked a +little every day upon the mole, and had carried +it out pretty far into the stream, and +had almost finished the lower branches of +the Y. So, one morning, after the boys had +gone to school, and Caleb had had his reading +lesson, he sat down upon the steps of +the door, behind the house, and began to +tie on his lash with a piece of twine which +Mary Anna had given him.</p> + +<p>Behind the house where Caleb's grandmother +lived, there was a lane which led to +the pasture. At the head of the lane, where<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span> +you entered it from the yard, were a pair of +bars. While Caleb was mending his whip, +he accidentally looked up, and noticed that +the bars were down.</p> + +<p>“There, Mr. Raymond,” said Caleb, +talking to himself, as he went on winding +his twine round and round the whip-handle; +“for once in your life, you have been careless. +You have left your bars down. Now +we shall have the cattle all let out, unless I +go and stop the mischief.”</p> + +<p>Caleb thought he would go and put the +bars up again, as soon as he had tied the +ends of his twine; but before he got quite +ready, he heard a noise, as of something +coming in the lane. He could not see down +the lane far, from the place where he sat, +for the barn was in the way. But he wondered +what could be coming, and he looked +towards the bars, and sat waiting for it to +appear.</p> + +<p>In a moment, the head and horns of a +great ox came into view, and, immediately<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span> +after, the body of the ox himself, walking +slowly along towards the bars.</p> + +<p>“There now,” said Caleb, “there comes +Lion, and he'll get away.” So he jumped +up, and ran towards the ox a few steps, +brandishing his whip, and shouting out to +drive him back. Old Lion, however, seemed +to pay no attention, but came steadily +forward, stepping carefully over the ends of +the bars, and then, advancing a little way +into the yard, began quietly to feed upon +the grass. Before Caleb got over his surprise +at the entire indifference which old +Lion seemed to feel towards him and his +whip, he heard the bars rattling again, and +looking there, he saw Star, Lion's mate, +following on.</p> + +<p>“O dear me,” said Caleb, “what shall I +do? All our oxen are getting away. I'll +run and call Raymond.”</p> + +<p>So he began to shout out “<span class="smcap">Raymond</span>,” +as loud as he could call; and immediately +afterwards, he heard Raymond's voice an<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span>swering +just down the lane and, looking +that way, he saw him coming over the bars +himself, as if he had been following the +oxen along up the lane.</p> + +<p>“Raymond, Raymond,” he cried out, +“come quiet; all your oxen are getting +away.”</p> + +<p>“O, no,” said Raymond, quietly, as he +was putting up the bars after the oxen, “they +cannot get away—I have fastened the outer +gate.”</p> + +<p>Then Caleb looked around and observed +that the outer gate was fastened, so that they +could not get out of the yard.</p> + +<p>“O, very well,” said he. “I did not +know you were driving them up;” and so +he quietly returned to his seat, and went on +playing with his whip. Raymond, in the +mean time, proceeded to yoke up the cattle.</p> + +<p>“Raymond,” said Caleb, at length, +“where are you going with the cattle?”</p> + +<p>“Out into the woods,” said Raymond.</p> + +<p>“What are you going to do in the woods?” +said Caleb.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span></p> + +<p>“I am going to make a piece of fence.”</p> + +<p>“May I go with you?”</p> + +<p>“I don't think you can help me much +about the fence,” said Raymond.</p> + +<p>“I can pull bushes along,” said Caleb.</p> + +<p>Raymond made no reply, but began to +drive the oxen towards a cart that was standing +in a corner of the yard, and, after a +few minutes, Caleb renewed his request.</p> + +<p>“Raymond, I wish you would let me go +with you.”</p> + +<p>“Well—it is just as your grandmother +says,” replied Raymond.</p> + +<p>So Caleb ran to ask his grandmother; +and she came to the window, and enquired +of Raymond how long he expected to be +gone. He said it would take him more +than half a day to make the piece of fence, +and he was going to take his dinner with +him. This was an objection to Caleb's +going; but yet his grandmother concluded +on the whole to consent. So they put up +some bread and butter, and some apples,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span> +with Raymond's dinner, for Caleb. These +things were all put in paper parcels, and +the parcels put into a bag, which was thrown +into the bottom of the cart.</p> + +<p>Then Caleb wanted to take his hatchet.</p> + +<p>His grandmother thought it would not +be safe.</p> + +<p>“I'll be <i>very</i> careful,” said he: “and if I +don't have my hatchet, how can I help to +make the fence?”</p> + +<p>Raymond smiled, and Madam Rachel +seemed at a loss to know what to say.</p> + +<p>“It won't do,—will it Raymond?” said +she.</p> + +<p>“He might cut himself,” said Raymond.</p> + +<p>“But there is a small key-hole saw in +the barn, that I filed up the other day. +Perhaps he might have that, to saw the +bushes down with.”</p> + +<p>“Can you saw, Caleb?” said his grandmother.</p> + +<p>“Not very well,” said Caleb, looking +somewhat disappointed; “the saw sticks +so<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span>.”</p> + +<p>“I can set it pretty rank,” said Raymond, +speaking to Madam Rachel at the +window, “and then, I think, he can make +it run smooth.”</p> + +<p>Madam Rachel did not understand what +Raymond meant by <i>setting it rank</i>, and so +she said,</p> + +<p>“How will that help it, Raymond?”</p> + +<p>“Why, then it will cut a wide kerf,” +said Raymond, “and so the back will follow +in easily.”</p> + +<p>She did not understand from this much +better than she did before; but, as <i>she</i> had +great confidence in Raymond, she concluded +to let him manage in his own way. She +accordingly told him that he might fix the +saw, and take Caleb with him.</p> + +<p>So Raymond went out into the barn, and +took down the saw from a nail. The teeth +looked bright and sharp.</p> + +<p>“Why, Raymond, how sharp it looks. +And the teeth are of different shape from +what they were before<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span>.”</p> + +<p>“Yes,” said Raymond, “I have made a +cutting saw of it.”</p> + +<p>“A cutting saw?” said Caleb. “Can +you <i>cut</i> with a saw? I thought they always +<i>sawed</i> with a saw.”</p> + +<p>“I mean, cut across the grain,” said +Raymond, smiling. “When a saw is filed +so as to saw <i>along</i> the board, then it is called +a <i>splitting</i> saw; but when it is to saw +<i>across</i> the board, then I call it a <i>cutting</i> saw.”</p> + +<p>Caleb looked carefully at the teeth, so as +to see how the teeth of a cutting saw were +shaped. And while he looked on, he observed +that Raymond had a little instrument in +his hand, and he took hold of the first tooth +of the saw with it, and bent it over a little +to one side, and then he took hold of the +next one, and bent it over to the other side; +and so he went on, bending them alternately +to the right and left, until he passed +along from one end of the saw to the other.</p> + +<p>“There,” said he, “that is set pretty +rank<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span>.”</p> + +<p>“What do you mean by that?” said Caleb, +as he followed Raymond out of the barn.</p> + +<p>“Why, the teeth are set off, a good way, +each side, and it will cut a good wide kerf; +and so your saw will run easy.”</p> + +<p>By this time they had reached the cart. +Raymond took hold of Caleb under the +arms, and jumped him up into the cart behind, +and then handed him his saw. Then +he put in an axe and an iron bar for himself, +and one or two spare chains; and then +he went to open the great gate. Just at +this moment, Mary Anna appeared at the +window, and said,</p> + +<p>“Caleb, are you going into the woods?”</p> + +<p>“Yes,” said Caleb.</p> + +<p>“Then, if you see any good, smooth birch +bark, won't you bring me home some!”</p> + +<p>“I will,” said Caleb; and then Raymond +opened the gate, and started the oxen +on. Caleb stood up in front, holding on by +a stake, and wondering all the while what +Raymond could mean by a <i>kerf</i>.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span></p> + +<p>One would think that he might have +known by the connection in which Raymond +used it,—for he said that he had bent the +teeth out so as to make the saw cut a good +wide <i>kerf</i>, and so he might have supposed +that the kerf was the cut in the wood which +a saw makes in going in. The reason why +boys find it so difficult to saw, is because +the teeth do not generally spread very much, +and so the kerf is narrow. Still, the back +of the saw would run in it well enough, +without sticking, if they were to saw perfectly +straight. But they generally make the saw +twist or wind a little, and then the back of +the saw rubs upon one side or the other; and +sticks. Now, Raymond's plan was to make +the teeth set off, each side, so far as to make +the kerf very wide, and then he thought that +Caleb would be able to make it go, especially +as the saw was very narrow.</p> + +<p>Raymond got into the cart, and took his +seat upon a board which passed across from +side to side, and they rode along.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span></p> + +<p>They reached, at length, a place where +there was a small cart path leading off from +the main road into the woods. Raymond +turned off into this path; but it was so narrow +that both he and Caleb had sometimes +to lean away to one side or the other to +avoid the bushes. At length he stopped +and unfastened the oxen from the tongue. +When all was right he started the oxen on +before him, Caleb trotting on behind with +his saw in his hand.</p> + +<p>Presently they struck off from the cart +path directly into the woods, and in a few +minutes came to the place where the fence +was to be made.</p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Top</a></span> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_IX" id="CHAPTER_IX"></a>CHAPTER IX.</h2> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span></p> +<h3>THE FIRE.</h3> + +<p>Raymond let the cattle browse about, while +he went to work, cutting down some small, +but yet pretty tall and bushy trees. He +then brought up the team, and hooked a +long chain into the ring which hung down +from the middle of the yoke, upon the under +side. The end of the chain trailed upon +the ground, as the oxen came along, and +Caleb was very much interested to see how +they would trample along, any where, among +the rocks, roots, mire, logs, bushes, stumps, +and, in fact, over and through almost any +thing, chewing their cud all the time, +patient and unconcerned. When they +were brought up near to one of the trees +that had been cut down, Raymond would<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span> +hook the chain around the butt end of it, +and then, at his command, they would drag +it out of its place in the line of the fence. +After looking on for some time, Caleb began +to think that he would go to work; and +he went to a little tree, with a stem about +as big round as his arm, and began to saw +away upon it. He found that the saw would +run very well indeed; and in a short time, +he got the tree off, and then undertook to +drag it to the fence.</p> + +<p>Raymond was always a very silent man; +he seldom spoke, unless to answer a question; +and while Caleb had been watching +him, when he first began to work, instead +of talking with Caleb, as Caleb would have +desired, he was all the time singing,</p> + +<p>“Do, Re, Mi, <ins class="hover" title="This was missing +from the original">Fa</ins> Sol, La, Si, Do.”</p> + +<p>The truth was, that Raymond had just +begun to go to a singing school, and he was +taking this opportunity to rise and fall the +notes, as he called it. When Caleb asked +him any question about his work, he would<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span> +just answer it in a few words, and then, a +minute after, begin again with his '<i>Do</i>, <i>Re</i>, +<i>Mi</i>,' and all the rest.</p> + +<p>Caleb became tired of this singing; and +when, at length, his tree got wedged fast, +so that he could not move it any farther, he +sat down discouraged upon a log, and looked +anxiously towards Raymond, as if he +wished that he would come and help him.</p> + +<p>Raymond had just hooked his chain to +another tree, and taking up his goad stick, +called out,</p> + +<p>“Ha', Star! ha', Lion!” and then as his +oxen started on, he followed them with +his—</p> + +<p>“Do, <ins class="hover" title="original read +Be">Re,</ins> Mi, Fa, Sol, La, Si, Do.”</p> + +<p>“Dear me!” said Caleb, with a deep +sigh.</p> + +<p>“Do, Si, La, Sol, Fa, Mi, Re, Do,” +sang Raymond, coming down the scale.</p> + +<p>Caleb got up, and walked along towards +Raymond a little way, and called out,</p> + +<p>“Raymond<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span>?”</p> + +<p>“What?” said Raymond.</p> + +<p>“When do you think you shall be done +singing that tune?”</p> + +<p>Raymond smiled, and asked “Why?”</p> + +<p>“Why,” said Caleb, in rather a timid +voice, “I don't think it is a very pretty +tune.”</p> + +<p>“Don't you?” said Raymond. “Well, +I don't admire it much myself.”</p> + +<p>“Then what do you sing it so much, for, +Raymond?”</p> + +<p>“O, that's my lesson,” said Raymond, +“but how does your saw do, Caleb?”</p> + +<p>“Very well; only I can't get my tree +along.”</p> + +<p>“Where do you want to get it?”</p> + +<p>“O, out to the fence,” said Caleb.</p> + +<p>“You had better not try to make a fence. +You had better build a fire.”</p> + +<p>“But I have not got any fire to light it +with?”</p> + +<p>“Yes,” said Raymond, “I brought a +tinder-box, because I thought you would<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span> +want a fire; and I forgot to give it to +you.”</p> + +<p>So Raymond pointed to a place among +some rocks off at a little distance before him, +near the line in which he was coming along +with his fence, and advised Caleb to make a +fire there. Caleb liked this plan very much. +He said he would play “camp out,” and so +build a camp, and have a fire before the camp. +Raymond told him that so soon as he should +get his pile of sticks ready, he would come +and strike fire for him.</p> + +<p>Caleb went to the place and began to +work. He cut down bushes, and placed them +up against the rocks, in such a manner as to +make a little hut which he should get into. +He then collected a pile of sticks in front of +it. First, he picked up all the dry sticks he +could find near, and then he sawed off branches +from the old dead trees which were lying +around in the forest.</p> + +<p>In an hour, with Raymond's help in lighting +his fire, Caleb had a very good camp.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</a></span> +His hut was quite a comfortable one, with a +blazing fire near it, and three large apples +roasting before the fire. By and by, Caleb +saw Raymond coming towards him, with the +bag over his arm. He opened it, and took +out one parcel after another, and then laying +the mouth of the bag down upon the ground, +he took hold of the bottom of it, and raised +it in the air; while Caleb watched to see +what was coming out. It proved to be potatoes; +and Raymond told Caleb he might +roast them in his fire.</p> + +<p>“Cover them up well with hot ashes and +coals, Caleb, and then build a fire upon the +top.”</p> + +<p>So Caleb dug out the bottom of his fire +with a pole;—for the fire had pretty much +burnt down to ashes;—and he put the potatoes +in. There were five of them. Raymond +helped him to cover them up, and then he +put more sticks upon the top. When that +was done, and just as he was going back to +his work, Raymond said,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span> +“See there, Caleb;—there is a fine chimney +for you to burn out.”</p> + +<p>Caleb looked where Raymond pointed, and +saw a very tall and large hollow tree, or rather +trunk of a tree,—for the top had long +since decayed and dropped away. There it +stood, desolate, with a great hole in the side +near the bottom, and the bark hanging loosely +about it all the way up to the top. The +boys always liked to find such hollow trees +in the woods, to build fires in; they called +it “burning out a chimney.”</p> + +<p>“Now,” said Raymond, “all you have got +to do is to go to work while your potatoes +are roasting, and fill up that old hollow tree +at the bottom with sticks and brush, and old +pieces of bark. Pack them in close; then, +when I come to dinner, I will help you to +light it.”</p> + +<p>Raymond then went back to the fence, +and Caleb began his work as Raymond had +directed. He got all the dried branches +that he could find, and carried them to the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</a></span> +foot of the tree. Others he sawed; and he +packed all the pieces in the hollow of the +tree as closely as he could.</p> + +<p>By this time Caleb saw Raymond coming +along towards the camp, and he went there +to meet him. They raked open the fire, +and took out the potatoes. Raymond turned +a stone upon its edge, towards the fire, so +as to keep them warm. He also cut some +square pieces of birch bark from a neighbouring +tree, for plates, and gave one to +Caleb, and took one himself, and then they +both sat down upon a smooth log which +Raymond drew up to the fire, and took their +birch bark plates in their lap.</p> + +<p>Raymond took a little paper of salt out +of his pocket, and poured the salt out upon +another square piece of birch bark, which +he placed upon a stone between himself and +Caleb, so that both could reach it.</p> + +<p>“What shall I do for a spoon?” said Caleb.</p> + +<p>“O, you don't need a spoon,” said Ray<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span>mond; +and he took up a potatoe himself, +broke it in two, sprinkled some salt upon +it, and began to eat it as a boy would eat +an apple.</p> + +<p>“O, I can't eat my potatoes so,” said +Caleb.</p> + +<p>“Why not,” said Raymond, putting a +little more salt upon his own potatoe.</p> + +<p>“It is too hot,” said Caleb.</p> + +<p>“Then you must wait until it cools.”</p> + +<p>“But I want a spoon very much,” said +Caleb.</p> + +<p>“Well,” said Raymond, “I will make +you one.”</p> + +<p>So Raymond took out his knife and cut +off a piece from a dry pine branch, which +lay near him. He split this so as to get a +flat piece out of it, which he fashioned +into a rude sort of spoon, that answered +Caleb's purpose very well. But before Caleb +had much more than begun his dinner, +Raymond had finished his, and, rising, said +that he must go back to his work.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span></p> + +<p>“But, first, I will set your chimney a-fire,” +said he.</p> + +<p>“No,” said Caleb, “I want you to let +me kindle it.”</p> + +<p>“You can't.”</p> + +<p>“Yes, I can,” said Caleb; “I can get +some birch bark.”</p> + +<p>“Very well; only if I go away to my +work now, you must not come and trouble +me to come back again, because you can't +get the fire a-going.”</p> + +<p>“No,” said Caleb, “I won't.”</p> + +<p>So Raymond went back to his work, and +Caleb finished his dinner.</p> + +<p>At length, however, his potatoes and bread +and butter were all gone, and his apple +cores he had pretty thoroughly scraped with +his wooden spoon, and thrown into the fire. +So he got up from his seat, and prepared to +light his chimney. He took his plate for a +slow match. It was pretty large and stiff, +and he thought it would burn long enough +for him to carry it from the fire to his chim<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span>ney. +He accordingly took hold of it by +one corner, and held the other corner into +the flame, which was curling up from a +brand by the side of his fire.</p> + +<p>But before the birch bark took fire, the +flame of the brand went out, and then Caleb +looked around for another. The fire had, +however, burnt nearly down, so as to leave +a great bed of embers, with the brands all +around it, the burnt ends pointing inwards, +Caleb pushed some of these into the fire, +and soon made a blaze again, and then once +more attempted to set the corner of his plate +on fire.</p> + +<p>He succeeded. The corner began to +blaze and curl, and Caleb rose and moved +along carefully, lest the wind should blow +it out. This precaution was, however, +scarcely necessary, for the little wind that +his motion occasioned, only fanned the flame +the more, and the part which was on fire curled +round upon that which was not, and thus +formed a round and solid mass, which burned +fiercely.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span></p> + +<p>Caleb walked along, the bark blazing +higher and higher, and curling in upon itself +more and more, until, at length, he began +to be afraid it would reach his fingers before +he could get to his chimney. He walked +faster and faster, and presently began to +run. This fanned the fire the more, until, +just as he came within a few steps of his +chimney, the curling bark reached his +fingers, and he tripped over a great root at +the very instant when he was dropping the +piece of bark from his hands. He came +down upon all-fours, and the bark which +was now a compact roll, rolled down a little +slope, crackling and blazing by the way.</p> + +<p>Caleb got up and looked at the blazing +mass a minute or two, in despair; but finding +that it kept on burning, his eye suddenly +brightened, and he said aloud,</p> + +<p>“I'll poke it up.”</p> + +<p>So he looked around for a stick. He +readily found one, and began to push the +blazing roll up the acclivity; but as fast as<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></span> +he pushed it up, it rolled down again, and +all his efforts were consequently vain.</p> + +<p>“O dear me!” said Caleb, at length throwing +down his stick, “what <i>shall</i> I do?”</p> + +<p>In the meantime the roll continued +blazing, and Caleb, looking at it steadily, +observed that it was hollow.</p> + +<p>“Ah,” said he, “I'll <i>stick</i> him.”</p> + +<p>So he took up his stick again, and tried +to thrust the end of the stick <i>into</i> the roll. +After one or two ineffectual attempts, he +succeeded, though by this time the bark +was pretty well burnt through, and was all +ready to fall to pieces. He, however, succeeded +in raising it into the air, upon the +end of his pole; but before he got it to the +hollow tree, it dropped off again in several +blazing fragments, which continued to burn +a moment upon the ground, and then went +out entirely.</p> + +<p>Caleb then went to Raymond, and told +him that he could not make his fire burn.</p> + +<p>“O you must not come to me, youngster;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</a></span> +you promised not to trouble me with it,” +said Raymond, as he hooked the chain around +the butt-end of another tree.</p> + +<p>“But I thought I could make it burn.”</p> + +<p>“Well, what's the matter with it? But +stand back, for I am going to start this tree +along.”</p> + +<p>“Why the bark all curls up and burns my +hand,” said Caleb, retreating at the same +time out of the way of the top of Raymond's +tree.</p> + +<p>The oxen started along, dragging the +tree, and Caleb followed, trying to get an +opportunity to speak once more to Raymond. +Raymond, however, went calling +aloud to his oxen, and directing them here +and there with his “Gee, Star,” and his +“Ha, Lion,” and his “Wo up, Whoa”.</p> + +<p>At length, however, he had the tree in its +place, and seeing Caleb standing at a little +distance patiently, he asked him again,</p> + +<p>“What do you say is the matter with your +fire, Caleb<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</a></span>?”</p> + +<p>“Why, the birch bark curls up and burns +me: I wish you would come and set it +a-fire.”</p> + +<p>“No,” said Raymond, walking along by +the side of his oxen; “I must not leave +my work to help you play; but I will tell +you three ways to carry the fire, and you +can manage it in one or the other of them.”</p> + +<p>So saying, he took out his knife, and cut +down a small, slender maple, which was +growing near him, and trimmed off the top +and the few little branches which were growing +near the top. It made a slender pole +about five feet long, with smooth but freckled +bark, from end to end. He then made +a little split in one end.</p> + +<p>“There, Caleb,” said he, “take that, and +stick a piece of birch bark in the split end; +then you can carry it, and let it curl as +much as it pleases. Or, if that fails, put a +large piece of birch bark directly upon the +fire. Then, as soon as it begins to burn, it +will begin to curl, and then you must put<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span> +the end of the stick down to it, in such a +manner that the bark will curl over and +grasp it, and then you can take it up and +carry the roll upon the end of your pole.”</p> + +<p>“Very well,” said Caleb, “there are two +ways.”</p> + +<p>“There are two ways,” repeated Raymond.</p> + +<p>“Now, if both these fail, you must put on +a good many fresh sticks upon the fire, with +one end of each of them out. Then, as soon +as the ends which are in the fire have got +burnt through, take up two of them by the +ends that were out of the fire and lay them +down at the foot of the hollow tree, close to +the wood you have got together there. Then +come back and get two more brands, and +lay them down in the same way, and be +careful to have the burnt ends all together. +So you must keep going back and forth, +until you find that the brands are beginning +to burn up freely in the new place.”</p> + +<p>Caleb took the maple pole and went back +to his fire. He tore the salt-cellar in two,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span> +and this made two very good small strips of +bark. He pulled open the split end of his +pole, and carefully inserted one of them, and +then, holding it over a little flame which was +rising from a burning brand, he set it on +fire. The bark was soon in a blaze, and it +writhed and curled as if it were struggling +to get away; but it only clung to the end of +the pole more closely; and Caleb, much +pleased at the success of his experiment, waved +it in the air, and shouted to Raymond +to look and see.</p> + +<p>He then walked slowly along, stopping +every moment to wave his great flambeau, +and shout; and so, when at last he reached +the hollow tree, the bark was nearly burnt +out, and the fragments were beginning to fall +off from the end of the pole. He then thrust +it hastily under the heap of fuel, which had +been collected in the tree; but it was too +late. It flickered and smoked a minute or +two, and finally went out altogether.</p> + +<p>“I don't care,” said Caleb to himself,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span> +“for I have got the other half of the salt-cellar;” +and he went back for that. It happened +unluckily, however, this time, that, +in pulling open the cleft which Raymond had +made in his maple pole, he pulled too hard, +and split one side off. Here was at once +an end to all attempts to communicate fire +to his chimney by this method. So, after +refitting the split part of his stick to its +place, once or twice, and finding that the +idea of uniting it again was entirely out of +the question, he threw the broken piece away, +and said to himself that he must try Raymond's +second plan.</p> + +<p>He accordingly took the other large piece +of bark, which was the one which Raymond +had used for his plate, and laid it upon the +fire. As soon as it began to curl, he laid +the end of the stick close to it, on the side +towards which it seemed to be bending,—and +in such a way that it curled over upon +it, and soon clasped it tight, as Raymond +had predicted that it would do. He then<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span> +raised it in the air, and set out to run with +it, so that it should not burn out before he +reached the place. But he ought not to +have run. It would have been far safer and +better to have walked along carefully and +slowly; for as he ran on, jumping over logs +and stones, and scrambling up and down +the hummocks, the top of the pole, with the +blazing roll of bark, was jerked violently +about in the air, until, at length, as he was +wheeling around a tree, he accidentally +held the top of the pole so far that it wheeled +round through the air very swiftly, and +threw the birch bark off by the centrifugal +force: and away it went, rolling along upon +the ground.</p> + +<p>The centrifugal force is that which makes +any thing fly off when it is whirled round +and round.</p> + +<p>Caleb did not understand this very well, +but he was surprised to see his roll flying +off in that manner. He immediately took +two sticks, and tried to take up the roll with<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span> +them, as one would with a pair of tongs; +but he could not hold it with them.</p> + +<p>“Well, then,” said he, “I must try the +third way.”</p> + +<p>So he began to gather sticks, and put the +ends of them upon the fire. When they +began to burn, he took up one; but as soon +as he got it off the fire, it began to go out, +and he said that he knew that way to kindle +a fire never would do. In fact, he began to +get out of patience. He threw down the +stick, and went off again after Raymond.</p> + +<p>“Raymond,” said he, “I <i>cannot</i> make my +fire burn; and I wish you would come and +kindle it for me.”</p> + +<p>“Have you tried the ways I told you +about?”</p> + +<p>“Yes,” said Caleb.</p> + +<p>“Have you tried all of them faithfully?”</p> + +<p>“All but the last,” said Caleb, “and I +know that won't do.”</p> + +<p>“You must try them all, faithfully, or +else I can't come.” So saying, Raymond +went on with his work.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</a></span></p> + +<p>Caleb went back a good deal out of humour +with himself, and saying that he wished +Raymond was not so cross. He took up +two of the sticks, which were now pretty +well on fire, and carried them along, swinging +them by the way, to make fiery rings +and serpents in the air. When he reached +the chimney, he threw them down carelessly, +and stood watching them, to see if they +were going to burn. Instead, however, of +setting the other wood on fire, they only +grew dimmer and dimmer themselves; and +he said to himself, “I knew they would not +burn.” Then he sat down upon a log, in +a sad state of fretfulness and dissatisfaction.</p> + +<p>However, after waiting a few minutes, +longer, he went back to the fire, determined +to bring all the brands there were, and put +them down, though he knew, he said, that +they would not burn. He was going to do +it, so that then he could go and tell Raymond +that he had tried all his plans, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[Pg 122]</a></span> +that now he must come, and light the fire +himself.</p> + +<p>So he walked along, back and forth bringing +the brands, and laying them down together +near the foot of the heap of fuel in +the tree. But before he had brought them +all, he found that they began to brighten up +a little, and at length they broke out into a +little flame. He stood and watched it a +few minutes. It blazed up higher and +higher. He then put on some more wood +which was near. The flame crept up between +these sticks, and soon began to snap +and crackle among the brush in the tree. +Caleb stepped back, and watched the flame +a moment as it flashed up higher and higher, +and then clapped his hands, jumped up +on a log, and shouted out,</p> + +<p>“Raymond, it's a-burning, its a-burning.”</p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Top</a></span> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_X" id="CHAPTER_X"></a>CHAPTER X.</h2> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[Pg 123]</a></span></p> +<h3>THE CAPTIVE.</h3> + +<p>When Raymond heard Caleb's voice calling +to him so loudly, he paused a moment +from his work, and seeing that the fire had +actually taken, in earnest, he told Caleb that +he must go back a little way, for by-and-bye +the tree would fall. So Caleb went +back to some distance, and asked Raymond +if that was far enough. Raymond said it +was, and Raymond then sat down upon a +log, with his maple pole in his hand, to +watch the progress of the fire.</p> + +<p>A dense smoke soon began to pour out +of the top of the chimney. The fire roared +up through the hollow, and it caught outside +too, under the bark, and soon enveloped +the whole tree in smoke, sparks, and flame.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[Pg 124]</a></span> +Large pieces of the blazing bark detached +themselves, from time to time, from the +side of the tree, and came down, crackling +and sparkling to the ground; and the opening +below where Caleb had crammed in his +fuel, soon glowed like the mouth of a furnace.</p> + +<p>Near the top of the tree was an old +branch, or rather the stump of an old branch, +decayed and blackened, reaching out a little +way, like an arm. This was soon enveloped +in smoke; and, as Caleb was watching +it, as it appeared and disappeared in the +wreaths, he thought he saw something move. +He looked again, intently. It was a squirrel,—half +suffocated in the smoke, and +struggling to hold on. Caleb immediately +called out to Raymond as loud as he could +call,</p> + +<p>“Raymond, Raymond, come here, quick: +here is a poor squirrel burning up.”</p> + +<p>Raymond dropped his axe, and ran,—bounding +over the logs, and hummocks; +but before he reached the place, the squir<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[Pg 125]</a></span>rel, +unable to hold on any longer, and half +stifled with the smoke and scorching heat, +dropped from his hold to the ground. Raymond +came up at the moment, and seized +him; he brought him to where Caleb was +sitting,—Caleb himself eagerly coming forward +to see.</p> + +<p>“Is it dead?” said Caleb.</p> + +<p>“Pretty much,” said Raymond. The +squirrel lay gasping helplessly in Raymond's +hands. “Here, put him in my cap,” said +Caleb; “that will make a good bed for +him, and perhaps he will come to life again.”</p> + +<p>Raymond examined him pretty carefully, +and he did not seem to be burnt. He said +he thought he must have been suffocated by +breathing the smoke and hot air. Raymond +then went back to his work, and Caleb sat +upon the log, watching alternately the squirrel +and the burning tree.</p> + +<p>In a few minutes a great flame flashed out +at the top of the tree: and finally, after +about half an hour, the whole trunk, being<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[Pg 126]</a></span> +all in a blaze, from top to bottom, began +slowly to bend and bend over.</p> + +<p>“Raymond,” shouted Caleb,—“Raymond, +look;—it is going to fall!”</p> + +<p>The tall trunk moved at first slowly, but +soon more and more rapidly, and finally +came down to the ground with a crash.</p> + +<p>The crash startled the little squirrel, so +that he almost regained his feet; and Caleb +was afraid that he was going to run away. +But he laid over again upon his side, and +was soon quiet again as before.</p> + +<p>Not long after this, Raymond finished his +work, and prepared to go home. He proposed +to Caleb that they should leave the +squirrel there, upon the log; but Caleb was +very desirous to carry him home, because, +he said, he could tame him, and give him +to Mary Anna. So Raymond asked how +they should contrive to carry him. Caleb +wanted to carry him home in his cap; but +Raymond said that he would take cold by +riding home bare-headed. “However<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[Pg 127]</a></span>,” +said Raymond, “Perhaps I can contrive +something.” So he went after another piece +of birch bark from the tree, about six inches +wide, and two feet long, and rolled it over, +bringing the two ends together, so as to +make a sort of round box,—only it was without +top or bottom. To keep it in shape he +tied a string round it.</p> + +<p>“But how are you going to keep him in?” +asked Caleb.</p> + +<p>Raymond said nothing, but he took a +handkerchief out of his jacket pocket, and +spread it out upon the ground, and put his +birch bark box upon it. He then laid the +squirrel gently in upon the handkerchief, +which thus served for a bottom. Next he +drew the corners of the handkerchief up +over the top, and tied the opposite pairs of +ends together. Thus the handkerchief served +for top, bottom, and handle.</p> + +<p>They soon reached the place where they +had left the cart; they got into it and rode +on. Caleb held the squirrel in his lap, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[Pg 128]</a></span> +of course, as there was nothing but the thin +handkerchief for a bottom to the box, Caleb +felt the weight of the squirrel, pressing soft +and warm upon his knees. The squirrel +lay very still until they got very near home, +and then Caleb began to feel a creeping +sensation, as if he was beginning to move. +Caleb was highly delighted to perceive these +signs of returning life; he held his knees +perfectly still, that he might not disturb +him, crying out, however, to Raymond,</p> + +<p>“He's moving, Raymond; he's moving, +he's moving.”</p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Top</a></span> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XI" id="CHAPTER_XI"></a>CHAPTER XI.</h2> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[Pg 129]</a></span></p> +<h3>MARY ANNA.</h3> + +<p>Caleb and Raymond reached home about +the middle of the afternoon: and while Raymond +went into the yard to leave the cart +and turn out the cattle, Caleb pressed eagerly +into the house, to shew his prize. Mary +Anna, or Marianne, as they generally called +her, came to meet him to see what he had +got in his hand.</p> + +<p>“Is that my birch bark?” said she.</p> + +<p>“There! I forgot your birch bark,” said +Caleb.—“But I have got something here a +great deal better.” And so saying he put +his handkerchief down, and began very eagerly +to untie the knots.</p> + +<p>When he had got two of the ends untied, +and was at work upon the other two, out<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</a></span> +leaped the squirrel, and ran across the room. +Mary Anna, startled by the sudden appearance +of the animal, ran off to the door, and +Caleb called out in great distress, “O dear! +O dear! What shall I do? He'll get away. +Shut the door, Mary Anna,—shut the door, +quick! call Raymond; call Raymond.”</p> + +<p>Mary Anna, at first, retreated outside of +the door, and stood there a moment, peeping +in. Finding, however, that the squirrel +remained very quiet in a corner of the room, +she returned softly, and went round, and shut +all the doors and windows, and then Caleb +went and called Raymond.</p> + +<p>The squirrel had by no means yet got over +his accident, and he allowed himself to be +easily retaken and secured. Raymond contrived +to fasten him into a box, so as to keep +him safe, until next morning; and by that +time they thought, if he should then seem +likely to get well, they could determine what +it was best to do with him.</p> + +<p>While Caleb was coming home, there had<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[Pg 131]</a></span> +been a strange mixture of delight and uneasiness +in his feelings. The delight was +occasioned by the possession of the squirrel. +That was obvious enough. The uneasiness +he did not think about very distinctly, +and did not notice what the cause of it +was. Boys very often feel a sort of uneasiness +of mind,—they do not know exactly +how or why,—and they have this feeling +mingling sometimes strangely with their +very enjoyment, in their hours of gaiety +and glee. Now the real reason of this unquiet +state of mind, in Caleb's case, was +that his conscience had been disturbed by +his feelings of vexation and impatience, towards +Raymond, for not leaving his work, +to come and kindle his fire. He had not +<i>yielded</i> to these feelings. He had restrained +them, and had stood still, and spoken +respectfully to Raymond, all the time. In +fact, he was hardly aware that he had done +any thing wrong, at all. But still, for a +moment, selfish passions had had possession<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[Pg 132]</a></span> +of his heart, and whenever they get possession, +even if they are kept in subjection, so +as not to lead to any bad actions or words, +and even if they are soon driven away by +new thoughts, as Caleb's were, by the sight +of his blazing fire,—still, they always leave +more or less of misery behind.</p> + +<p>So Caleb, as he was going home, had his +heart filled with delight at the thoughts of +the squirrel resting warmly in his lap; and +he was also a prey, in some degree, to a +gnawing uneasiness, which he could not +understand, but which was really caused by +a sting which sin had left there.</p> + +<p>And yet Caleb came home with an idea +that he had been a very good boy. So, after +they had got tired of looking at the squirrel, +and Mary Anna had taken her seat at +her work by the window, with her little work-table +before her, Caleb came up to her, and +kneeling upon her cricket, and putting his +arms in her lap, he said,</p> + +<p>“Well, Aunt Marianne, I have been a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[Pg 133]</a></span> +good boy all day to-day, and so I want you +to make me a picture-book, this evening.”</p> + +<p>Marianne had a way of making picture-books +that pleased children very much. +The way was this: she used to save all the +old, worn-out picture books, and loose pictures, +she could find, and put them carefully +in one of her drawers, up stairs. Then she +would make a small blank book, of white paper, +and sew it through the back. Then +she would cut out pictures enough from her +old stores to fill the book, leaving the colours +blank, because they were to be covered +with some pretty-coloured paper, for a +title. Then she would paste the pictures +in. And here, when Mary Anna first began +to make such books, an unexpected difficulty +arose. For, when paper is wet, it +swells; and then, when it dries again, though +it shrinks a little, and does not shrink back +quite into its original dimensions,—that is, +quite to the length and breadth that it had +at first. Now, when Mary Anna pasted her<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</a></span> +pictures in the pages of the book, that part +of the leaf which was under the picture was +wet by the paste, and so it swelled, while +the other part remained dry. And when +the picture came to dry, it did not shrink +quite back again. It remained swelled a +little; and this caused the page to look +warped or puckered, so that the leaves did +not lie smooth together.</p> + +<p>At length she found out a way to remedy +this difficulty entirely; and this was, to wet +the whole of the leaf, as well as that part +that the picture was pasted to, and that made +it all swell alike. The way she managed +the operation was this:</p> + +<p>After sewing the book, she would cut out +a piece of morocco paper, or blue paper, or +gilt paper, and sometimes a piece of morocco +itself, just the size of the book when +open, for the cover. Then, after spreading +out a large newspaper upon the table, so as +to keep the table clean, she would lay down +the cover with the handsome side down, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[Pg 135]</a></span> +then spread the paste over the other side, +very carefully, with a brush which she made +from the end of a quill. Then she would +put the back edge of the book down upon +this cover, and lay it over, first on one side, +and then on the other, and pat it down well +with a towel; and that would make the cover +stick to the outside leaves of the book, and +cover up and hide the great stitches in the +back, by which the leaves had been sewed +together. Then she would take the book +before her, and begin at the beginning. +First, she would lay down the cover and put +upon it a piece of tin, made to fill papers +with, to keep it down smooth. Then she +would lay the next leaf down upon the tin. +The leaf was to have the title-page upon it, +and so there were to be no pictures pasted +to it. She would, therefore, lay this down +upon the tin, and then, with one of her large +paint brushes, dipped in the water, she +would wet it all over, patting it afterwards +with a towel, to take up all the superfluous<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[Pg 136]</a></span> +water. Then she would take up the tin, +and put the title-leaf down upon the cover, +and put the tin over it to keep it down +smooth. The next leaf would be for pictures, +and, after pasting pictures upon it, on +both sides, she would lay it down upon the +tin, and with her brush she would wet all +those parts which had not been pasted. +Then patting it with a dry towel, or soft +cloth, to dry it as much as possible, she +would put it under the tin. In this way +she would go on regularly, through the book, +pasting pictures upon all the pages, and +wetting with her brush all those parts of the +paper which had not been wet by the paste, +and putting the tin over the leaves as fast +as she finished them, to keep them all smooth. +Then, when she had got through, she +would put the whole away between two +boards, to dry; the weight of the paper board +being sufficient to keep the leaves all smooth. +The next morning when she came to look +at her book, she generally found it nearly<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[Pg 137]</a></span> +dry; and then she would put some heavy +weight upon the upper board, to press it +harder. When it was perfectly dry, she +took out the book, and pared off the edges, +all around, with a sharp knife and a rule. +Then she would get her paint-box, and colour +all the pictures beautifully, and make +borders about them, in bright colours, and +print a handsome title-page with her pen, +and write the name of the boy in it whom +she meant to give it to.</p> + +<p>So Caleb, when he came and told Mary +Anna, what a good boy he had been, meant +to have her make such a book as this.</p> + +<p>“But sometimes boys are mistaken in +thinking they have been good boys. I should +want to ask Raymond.”</p> + +<p>“He would say so, I know,” said Caleb; +“for I certainly did not trouble him at all, +all the day.”</p> + +<p>“Suppose you run and ask him.”</p> + +<p>“Well,” said Caleb; and away he ran.</p> + +<p>“But stop,” said Mary Anna; “you must +not ask him by a leading question<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[Pg 138]</a></span>.”</p> + +<p>“What is that?” said Caleb.</p> + +<p>“Don't you know?” said Mary Anna.</p> + +<p>“No,” said Caleb.</p> + +<p>“O, that is very important for boys to +know; for they very often ask leading questions, +when they ought not to. Now, if you +go and say, 'Raymond, haven't I been a +good boy to-day?' that way of asking the +question shews that you want him to say, +'Yes, you have.' It is called a leading question, +because it leads Raymond to answer in +a particular way. Now, if I should go and +ask him thus, '<i>Has</i> Caleb been a good boy +to-day?' with the emphasis on <i>has</i>, it would +be a leading question the other way. It +would sound as if I wanted him to say you +had not been a good boy.”</p> + +<p>“How must I ask him, then?” said Caleb.</p> + +<p>“Why you can say, 'Raymond, Aunt +Marianne wants to know what sort of a boy +I have been to-day,' that way of putting the +question would not lead him one way or +the other<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[Pg 139]</a></span>.”</p> + +<p>“Why, he might know,” said Caleb, +“that I should want him to say I have been +good.”</p> + +<p>“Yes, but not from the form of the question. +The <i>question</i> would not lead him.”</p> + +<p>While Mary Anna was saying this, Caleb +was standing with his hand upon the latch +of the door, ready to go; and when she had +finished what she was saying, he started off +to find Raymond.</p> + +<p>As he passed across the yard, he heard +the sound of voices before the house. It was +Dwight and David coming home from school. +In a minute they appeared in view, by the +great elm. Dwight had a long slender pole +in his hands, which he was waving in the air, +and David had a small piece of wood, and a +knife. He sat down under the elm, and began +to shave the wood with the knife.</p> + +<p>Caleb ran to tell them about his squirrel; +but before he got there, Dwight, seeing him, +began to wave his pole in the air, and shout, +and then said, “See what a noble flag-staff +we have got<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[Pg 140]</a></span>.”</p> + +<p>“Is that your flag-staff?” said Caleb.</p> + +<p>“Yes. John Davis gave it to us. He +got it out of his father's shop. We are going +to set it up out at the end of our mole.”</p> + +<p>“Yes,” said David, “and I am going to +make a truck on the top, to haul up the flag +by. Marianne is going to make us a flag.”</p> + +<p>“A truck?” said Caleb, enquiringly.</p> + +<p>“Yes,” said David, “a little wheel to put +a string over to hoist it by.”</p> + +<p>Caleb looked upon the pole, and upon +David's work, for a minute in silence, and +then said,</p> + +<p>“I have got something better than a flag-staff.”</p> + +<p>“What?” asked Dwight.</p> + +<p>“A squirrel.”</p> + +<p>“A squirrel!” said David in surprise.</p> + +<p>“Yes,” said Caleb, “a grey squirrel.”</p> + +<p>“Where is he?” said David, looking up +eagerly, from his work.</p> + +<p>“In the back-room,” said Caleb. “Raymond +put him in a box.—Come, and I will +shew him to you<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[Pg 141]</a></span>.”</p> + +<p>Down went Dwight's pole, in a moment; +David, too, shut his knife, and put it in +his pocket, and off they went to see the +squirrel.</p> + +<p>The little nut-cracker was frightened at +seeing so many eyes peeping in upon him +from every crevice and opening in his box. +He looked much brighter and better than +he did when he was put into the box, and +Caleb thought he would get entirely well.</p> + +<p>“O, I wish I had him,” said Dwight.</p> + +<p>“I am going to keep him in a cage,” said +Caleb.</p> + +<p>“I wish he was mine,” said Dwight. +“Why can't you give him to me, Caleb?”</p> + +<p>“O, no,” said Caleb, “I want to keep +him.”</p> + +<p>“You don't know how to take care of +him,” said Dwight. “Come, you give him +to me, and I will give you my flag-staff.”</p> + +<p>“No,” said Caleb, “I don't want any +flag-staff. I want to keep the squirrel.”</p> + +<p>“See, see,” said David, “he is creeping +along<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[Pg 142]</a></span>.”</p> + +<p>“O,” said Dwight, “I <i>wish</i> he was +mine.”</p> + +<p>“There, he is curling up in the corner.”</p> + +<p>“Would you give him to me for my top?” +said Dwight, very eagerly.</p> + +<p>“He's going to eat that kernel of corn,” +said David.</p> + +<p>“I should think you might give him to +me,” said Dwight, pettishly, “for that +top; the top is worth a great deal the +most.”</p> + +<p>After a few minutes, Dwight finding that +there was no prospect of inducing Caleb +to sell him the squirrel, desisted from his +attempts; and then, after a moment's pause, +he said,</p> + +<p>“I don't think it is your squirrel, after +all, Caleb.”</p> + +<p>“Whose is it then?”</p> + +<p>“Raymond's. He saved it. The poor +thing would have been burnt up, if he had +not run and caught it up.”</p> + +<p>“No, he wouldn't,” said Caleb, “I was +just going to get him myself<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[Pg 143]</a></span>.”</p> + +<p>Dwight, having decided in his own mind +that the squirrel was Raymond's, ran off to +find Raymond, with the design of asking +him to give the squirrel to him. But Raymond +said the squirrel was Caleb's.</p> + +<p>“But you caught him,” said Dwight.</p> + +<p>“Yes, but I caught him for Caleb, not +for myself.”</p> + +<p>“And you fixed the box to bring him +home in,” said Dwight.</p> + +<p>“I know it, but I only did it to please +Caleb. The squirrel is his altogether.”</p> + +<p>So Dwight had to return disappointed.</p> + +<p>When Caleb came in, Mary Anna was +putting up her work, and arranging her +things neatly in her drawer.</p> + +<p>“Well, Caleb,” said she, “and what did +Raymond say?”</p> + +<p>“O, he said it was mine,” replied +Caleb.</p> + +<p>“What was yours?” said Mary Anna.</p> + +<p>“The squirrel.”</p> + +<p>“The squirrel!” repeated Mary Anna;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[Pg 144]</a></span> +“you went to ask him what sort of a boy +you had been.”</p> + +<p>“O!” said Caleb—“there!—I forgot +all about that. I'll run and ask him now.”</p> + +<p>“No,—stop,” said Mary Anna; “it is +time for supper now; and besides, I will +take your word for it; you are a pretty honest +boy. You say you was a pleasant boy +all day.”</p> + +<p>“Yes,” said Caleb, “I was.” He had +forgotten his <i>feelings</i> of ill-humour, when +Raymond would not come and light his +fire.</p> + +<p>“And you think I ought to make you a +picture book for a reward.”</p> + +<p>“Yes,” said Caleb, “I wish you would.”</p> + +<p>“But I cannot tell how pleasant in mind +you have been all day, unless I know what +you have had to try you.”</p> + +<p>“To try me?” asked Caleb.</p> + +<p>“Yes, I want to know what troubles, or +difficulties, or disappointments you had to +bear, and did bear patiently and pleasantly<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[Pg 145]</a></span>.”</p> + +<p>Caleb looked a little perplexed.</p> + +<p>“You know, Caleb,” she continued, +“there is no merit in being pleasant unless +things go wrong.”</p> + +<p>“Isn't there?” said Caleb.</p> + +<p>“Why, no,” said Mary Anna, as she +shut up her work-table drawer, “is there?”</p> + +<p>“Why no,” said Caleb, smiling; for he +could not help smiling, while yet he was a +little disappointed at finding all his fancied +goodness melted away.</p> + +<p>“Now, did you have a good time in the +woods to-day?”</p> + +<p>“Yes,” said Caleb.</p> + +<p>“Did Raymond take good care of you?”</p> + +<p>“Yes,” said he.</p> + +<p>“And did you have a good dinner?”</p> + +<p>“Yes; and a noble great fire,” said Caleb.</p> + +<p>“You little rogue, then!” said Mary +Anna, laughing, and stabbing at his sides +with her finger; “here you have been having +a beautiful time in the woods, amusing<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[Pg 146]</a></span> +yourself all day, and had every thing to +please you; and now you come to me to +pay you for not having been impatient and +fretful! You little rogue!”</p> + +<p>Caleb turned, and ran laughing away, +Mary Anna after him, and pointing at him +with her finger. Caleb made his escape +into the front entry, and hid behind the door. +Mary Anna pretended to have lost sight of +him, and not to know where he was; and +she went about, saying,</p> + +<p>“Where is that little rogue? He came +to get away one of my picture-books for +nothing. He wanted to be paid for bearing +happiness patiently. The rogue! I'll pinch +him if I can only find him.”</p> + +<p>So saying, Mary Anna went and sat down +to supper, and soon after Caleb came and +took his seat too; Mary Anna roguishly +shaking her finger at him all the time. He +had to hold his hand over his mouth to keep +from laughing aloud.</p> + +<p>Perhaps some of the readers of this book<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[Pg 147]</a></span> +may smile at Caleb's idea of his merit in +having been a pleasant boy all day, when +he felt vexed and unsubmissive in the only +case which brought him any trial; but it is +so with almost all children, and some grown +persons too. A great deal of the goodness +upon which we all pride ourselves, is only +the quiescence of bad propensities in the absence +of temptation and trial.</p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Top</a></span> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XII" id="CHAPTER_XII"></a>CHAPTER XII.</h2> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[Pg 148]</a></span></p> +<h3>THE WALK.</h3> + +<p>Outside of the window in Madam Rachel's +bedroom, where the children used to sit +and talk with her just before going to bed, +there was a little platform, with a plain roof +over it, supported by small square posts, altogether +forming a sort of portico. Below +this window there were two doors, opening +from the middle out each way, so that when +the window was raised, and the doors were +opened, a person could walk in and out. +There were seats in the portico, and there +was a wild grape-vine growing upon a plain +trellis, on each side. In front of the portico +was one of the broad walks of the garden, +for on this side the garden extended up to the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[Pg 149]</a></span> +house. At least there was no fence between, +though there was a small plot of green grass +next to the house; and next to that came +the trees and flowers.</p> + +<p>One pleasant evening Dwight and Caleb +were playing on this grass, waiting for Madam +Rachel to come and call them in to the +sofa. It was about eight o'clock, but it +was not dark. The western sky still looked +bright; for though the sun had gone down, +so that it could no longer shine upon the +trees and houses, it still shone upon the +clouds and atmosphere above, and made +them look bright.</p> + +<p>Presently Madam Rachel came, and +stood at the window.</p> + +<p>“Where's David?” said she.</p> + +<p>“Out in the garden,” said Dwight, +“and mother,” he continued, “I wish you +would walk in the garden to-night.”</p> + +<p>At first, Madam Rachel said she thought +she could not very well that evening, for +she had a difficult text to talk about; but<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[Pg 150]</a></span> +the boys promised to walk along quietly, +and to be very sober and attentive; and so +she went and put on her garden bonnet, and +came out.</p> + +<p>The garden was not large, it extended +back to some high rocky precipices, where +the boys used sometimes to climb up for +play.</p> + +<p>“I am afraid,” said Madam Rachel, as +she sauntered along the walk, the children +around her, “that you will not like the verse +that I am going to talk with you about this +evening, very well, when you first hear it.”</p> + +<p>“What is it mother?” said Dwight.</p> + +<p>“'And you hath he quickened, who were +dead in trespasses and sins.'”</p> + +<p>“What does <i>quickened</i> mean?” asked +David.</p> + +<p>“Made alive, or brought to life. <i>Quick</i> +means <i>alive</i>, sometimes; as for instance, the +quick and the dead, means the living and +the dead. And so we say, 'cut to the quick,'<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[Pg 151]</a></span> +that is, cut to the living flesh, where it can +feel.”</p> + +<p>“Once I read in a fable,” said David, +“of a horse being stung to the quick.”</p> + +<p>“What, by a hornet?” said Dwight.</p> + +<p>“No,” said David, “by something the +ass said.”</p> + +<p>“O, yes,” said Madam Rachel, “that +means it hurt his feelings. If a bee should +sting any body so that the sting should only +go into the skin, it would not hurt much; +but if it should go in deep, so as to give +great pain, we should say it stung to the +quick, that is, to the part which has life and +feeling. So I suppose that something that +the ass said, hurt the horse's feelings.”</p> + +<p>“What was it, David, that the ass said?” +asked Dwight.</p> + +<p>“Why—he said, I believe that the horse +was proud, or something like that.”</p> + +<p>“No matter about that fable now,” said +their mother; “you understand the meaning +of the verse. It was written to good<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[Pg 152]</a></span> +men; it says that God gave them life and +feeling, when they <i>were</i> dead in trespasses +and sins. But I must first tell you what +<i>dead</i> means.”</p> + +<p>“O, we know what '<i>dead</i>' means, well +enough,” said Dwight.</p> + +<p>“Perhaps not exactly what it means here,” +said Madam Rachel.</p> + +<p>“<i>Dead</i> means here <i>insensible</i>.”</p> + +<p>“But I don't know what <i>insensible</i> means,” +said Caleb.</p> + +<p>“I will explain it to you,” said she. +“Once there were two boys who quarreled +in the recess at school; and the teacher decided +that for their punishment they should +be publicly reproved before all the scholars. +So, after school, they were required to stand +up in their places, and listen to the reprimand. +While they were standing, and the +teacher was telling them that they had done +very wrong,—had indulged bad passions, +and displeased God, and destroyed their +own happiness, and brought disgrace upon<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[Pg 153]</a></span> +the school,—one of them stood up with a +bold and careless air, while the teacher +was speaking, and afterwards when he took +his seat, looked round to the other scholars, +and laughed. The other boy hung +his head, and looked very much ashamed; +and as the teacher had finished what he +was saying, he sunk into his seat, put his +head down upon his desk before him, and +burst into tears. Now, the first one was +<i>insensible</i>, or as it is called in this text, <i>dead</i> +to all sense of shame. The other was <i>alive</i> +to it. You understand now?”</p> + +<p>“Yes, mother,” said the boys.</p> + +<p>The party walked on for a short time in +silence, admiring the splendid and beautiful +scenery which was presented to view, in +the setting sun, and the calm tranquility +which reigned around.</p> + +<p>Suddenly Caleb, seeing a beautiful lily +growing in a border, as they were walking by, +stopped to gather it. Madam Rachel was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[Pg 154]</a></span> +afraid that he was not attending to what she +was saying.</p> + +<p>“Now, Caleb,” said she, “that's a very +pretty lily; but suppose you should go and +hold it before Seizem. Do you suppose +he would care any thing about it?”</p> + +<p>Seizem was a great dog that belonged to +Madam Rachel.</p> + +<p>“No, grandmother,” said Caleb, “I don't +think he would.”</p> + +<p>“And suppose you were to go and pat him +on his head, and tell him he was a good +dog, would he care any thing about that?”</p> + +<p>“Yes,” said Dwight; “he would jump, +and wag his tail, and almost laugh.”</p> + +<p>“Then you see, boys, that Seizem is +'quick' and alive to praise; but to beauty +of colour, and form he is insensible, and +as it were, dead. The beauty makes no +impression upon him at all, he is stupid and +lifeless, so far as that is concerned.</p> + +<p>“Now, what is meant by men being dead +in trespasses and sins is, that they are thus<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[Pg 155]</a></span> +insensible to God's goodness, and their duty +to love and obey him. Suppose, now, I +was to go out into the street, and find +some boys talking harshly and roughly +to one another, as boys often do in their +plays; and suppose they were boys that I +knew, so that it was proper for me to give +them advice; now, if I were to go and tell +them that it was the law of God that they +should be kind to one another, and that they +ought to be so, and thus obey and please +him, what effect do you think it would +have?”</p> + +<p>“They would not mind it very much,” +said David.</p> + +<p>“<i>I</i> expect that they would though,” said +Dwight.</p> + +<p>“I don't think that they would mind it +much myself. Each one wants to have his +own way, and to seek his own pleasures, +and they do not see the excellence of obeying +and pleasing God at all. It seems to +me a very excellent thing for boys to try to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[Pg 156]</a></span> +please God, but I know very well that most +boys care no more about it than Seizem +would for your lily, Caleb. In respect to +God they are insensible and dead; dead in +trespasses and sins, and the only hope for +them is, that God will <i>quicken</i> them; that +is, give them <i>life</i> and <i>feeling</i>; and then, if I +say just the same things to them, they will +listen seriously and attentively, and will +really desire to please God. As it is now +with almost all boys, they are so insensible +and dead to all sense of regard to God, that +when we want to influence them to do their +duty, we must appeal to some other motive; +something that they have more sensibility to.</p> + +<p>“For example, you remember the other +day when you went a strawberrying with +Mary Anna.”</p> + +<p>“Yes,” said Dwight.</p> + +<p>“Now, I recollect that I thought there +was great danger that you might be troublesome +to Mary Anna, or to some others of +the party; and I wanted to say something<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[Pg 157]</a></span> +to you before you went, to make you a good +boy. The highest and best motive would +have been for me to say, 'Now, Dwight, +remember and do what is <i>right</i> to-day. +The trees and fields, and pleasant sunshine; +the flowers and the strawberries, your own +health and strength, and joyous feelings, all +come from God; the whole scene that you +are going to enjoy to-day, he has contrived +for you, and now he will watch over you +all the time, and be pleased if he sees you +careful and conscientious in doing right all +day. Now, be a good boy, for the sake of +pleasing him.' Suppose I had said that to +you, do you think it would have made you a +good boy?”</p> + +<p>Dwight held down his head, and said, +hesitatingly, that he did not think it would.</p> + +<p>“That motive would have been piety. If +a boy takes pains to do what is right, and +avoid what is wrong, because he is grateful +to God, and wishes to please him, it is piety. +But I was afraid that would not have much<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[Pg 158]</a></span> +influence with you, and so I tried to think +of some other motive. I thought of filial +affection next.”</p> + +<p>“What is that?” said Caleb.</p> + +<p>“Filial affection is a boy's love for his +father or mother,” replied Madam Rachel. +“I said to myself, How will it do to appeal +to Dwight's filial affection, to-day? I can +say to him, 'Now, Dwight, be a good boy +to-day, to please me. I shall be very happy +to-night if Mary Anna comes home and +says that you have been kind, and gentle +and yielding all day.' But then, on reflection, +I thought that <i>that</i> motive would not +be powerful enough. I knew you had at +least some desire to please me, but I had +some doubt whether it would be enough to +carry you through all the temptations of the +whole day. Do you recollect what I did say +to you, Dwight?”</p> + +<p>“Yes, mother,” replied Dwight, “you +told me just before I went away, that if I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[Pg 159]</a></span> +was a good, pleasant boy, Mary Anna would +want to take me again some day.”</p> + +<p>“Yes, and what principle in your heart +was that appealing to?”</p> + +<p>Dwight did not answer. David said, +“Selfishness.”</p> + +<p>“Yes,” said his mother; “or rather not +selfishness, but self-love. Selfishness means +not only a desire for our own happiness, but +injustice towards others. It would have +been wrong for me to have appealed to +Dwight's selfishness, as that would have +been encouraging a bad passion; but it was +right for me to appeal to his self-love, that +is, to shew him how his own future enjoyment +would depend upon his being a good +boy that day.</p> + +<p>“Now, Dwight, do you think that what I +said had any influence over you that +day?”</p> + +<p>“Yes, mother,” said Dwight, “I think +it did. I thought of it a good many times.”</p> + +<p>“Would it have had as much influence<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[Pg 160]</a></span> +if I had asked you to be a good boy only to +please me?”</p> + +<p>Dwight acknowledged that he did not +think it would.</p> + +<p>“Do you think it would have had as much +influence if I had asked you to do right to +please God?”</p> + +<p>“No, mother,” said Dwight.</p> + +<p>“Do you think that would have had any +influence at all?”</p> + +<p>Dwight seemed at a loss, and said he didn't +know.</p> + +<p>“Do <i>you</i> think it would?” said Caleb.</p> + +<p>“Why, yes,” said Madam Rachel, though +she spoke in rather a doubtful tone. “I rather +think it would have had some influence—not +much, but <i>some</i>. He would not have +thought of it very often, but still, I rather +think, at least I hope, that Dwight has <i>some</i> +desire to please God, and that it now and +then influences him a little. But in boys +generally, I don't think that such a motive +would have any influence at all<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[Pg 161]</a></span>.”</p> + +<p>“Not any at all?” said David.</p> + +<p>“Why, you can judge for yourself. Do +you suppose that the boys at school, and +those that you meet in the street, are influenced +in their conduct every day, by any +desire to please God?”</p> + +<p>“Why, nobody tells them,” said Dwight.</p> + +<p>“O, yes, they have been told over and +over again, at church, and in the Sabbath +school, till they are tired of hearing it.”</p> + +<p>The boys were silent, and the whole party +walked along very slowly, for several steps; +and then David said that he thought that +though the boys were pretty bad, he did +not think they were quite so bad as they +would be, if they did not hear any thing about +God. He said it seemed to him that it had +some influence upon them.</p> + +<p>“O, yes,” said Madam Rachel, “I have +no doubt that what is said to them about +their duty to God has a very important influence +over them in various ways. Religious +instruction produces a great many<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[Pg 162]</a></span> +good effects upon the conduct of boys and +men, even where it does not awaken any +genuine love for God, and honest desire to +please him. That is a peculiar feeling. +I will tell you.”</p> + +<p>So saying, Madam Rachel paused, and +seemed a moment to be lost in thought. +The whole party had by this time gone almost +the whole round of the walk, and were +now slowly sauntering towards the house +and as Madam Rachel said those last words, +they were just passing along by the side of +the rocky declivity at the back of the garden. +Madam Rachel looked upon the rocks, and +saw a beautiful little blue-bell growing +there in a crevice, and hanging over at +the top.</p> + +<p>“What a beautiful blue-bell there is!” +said she.</p> + +<p>“Where?” said the boys, looking around.</p> + +<p>“There,” said she, “just by the side of +the little fir-tree. How Mary Anna would +admire it<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[Pg 163]</a></span>.”</p> + +<p>“I'll climb up and get it for her,” said +Dwight. “I'll have it in a minute.”</p> + +<p>He dropped his mother's hand, and began +scrambling up the rocks. They were +jagged and irregular fragments, with bushes +and trees among them, and Dwight, who +was a very expert climber, soon had the +blue-bell in his hand, and was coming down +delighted with his prize. He brought the +leaves of the plant with it, and it was in fact +an elegant little flower.</p> + +<p>“Now, Dwight,” said Madam Rachel, +as they walked along again, Dwight holding +his flower very carefully in his hand, “notice +this feeling you have towards Mary +Anna, which led you to get the flower. It +was not fear of her,—it was not hope of getting +any reward from her, I suppose.”</p> + +<p>“No, indeed, mother,” said Dwight.</p> + +<p>“It was simply a desire to give her pleasure. +When you go in, you will take a +pleasure yourself in going to her, and gratifying +her with the present. Now, do you<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[Pg 164]</a></span> +suppose that the boys generally have any +such feeling as that towards God?”</p> + +<p>“No, mother,” said David, “I don't think +they have.”</p> + +<p>“Nor do I. They are dead to all such +feelings. They take no pleasure in pleasing +God. They don't like to think of him, +and I don't see that they shew any signs of +having any love for him at all.”</p> + +<p>They walked along, after this, silently. +Dwight saw how destitute of love to God +his heart had been, and still was; and yet +he could not help thinking that he did +sometimes feel a little grateful to God for +all his kindness and care; and at least +some faint desires to please him.</p> + +<p>It was nearly dark when they arrived at +the house; and Dwight asked his mother +to let him run and give Mary Anna her +blue-bell. She was very much pleased with +it indeed. She arranged it and the leaves +that Dwight had brought with it, so as to +give the whole group a graceful form, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[Pg 165]</a></span> +put it in water, saying she meant to rise +early the next morning to paint it. Dwight +determined that he would get up too and +see her do it.</p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Top</a></span> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XIII" id="CHAPTER_XIII"></a>CHAPTER XIII.</h2> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[Pg 166]</a></span></p> +<h3>THE JUNK.</h3> + +<p>A few days after this, when David and +Dwight were at work one evening upon their +mole, and Caleb was playing near, sometimes +helping a little and sometimes looking +on, Mary Anna came down to see them. +They had nearly finished the stone-work +and were trying to contrive some way to +fasten up their flag-staff at the end.</p> + +<p>“We can't drive the flag-staff down into +our mole,” said Dwight, looking up with an +anxious and perplexed expression to Mary +Anna, “for it is all stony.”</p> + +<p>“Couldn't you drive it down into the bottom +of the brook, and then build your mole +up all around it?” said Mary Anna.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[Pg 167]</a></span></p> + +<p>“No,” said Dwight, “the bottom of the +brook is stony too.”</p> + +<p>“It looks sandy,” said Mary Anna, looking +down through the water to the bottom +of the brook.</p> + +<p>“No, it is very hard and stony under the +sand, and we cannot drive any thing down +at all.”</p> + +<p>“Well,” said Mary Anna, “go on with +your work, and I will sit down upon the +bank and consider what you can do.”</p> + +<p>After some time, Mary Anna proposed +that the boys should go up to the wood-pile +and get a short log of wood, which had one +end sawed off square, and roll it down to +the mole. Then that they should dig out +a little hole in the bottom of the brook with +a hoe, so deep that when they put in the +log, the upper end would be a little above +the surface of the mole. Then she said they +might put in the log, with the sawed end +uppermost, and while one boy held it steady, +the other might throw in stones and sand<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[Pg 168]</a></span> +all around it till it was secure in its place. +Then they could build the mole a little +beyond it; and thus there would be a solid +wooden block, firmly fixed in the end of the +mole.</p> + +<p>“But how shall we fasten our flag-staff +to it?” said David.</p> + +<p>“Why you must get an augur, and bore +a hole down in the middle of it, and make +the end of your flag-staff round so that it +will just fit in.”</p> + +<p>The boys thought this an excellent plan, +and went off after the log. While they were +gone, Mary Anna asked Caleb if he had fed +his squirrel that evening, and Caleb said he +had not.</p> + +<p>“Hadn't you better go now and feed him +before it is too dark?”</p> + +<p>“Why, no,” said Caleb, “I don't want +to go now; besides, I am going to let Dwight +feed him to-night. I promised Dwight that +I would let him feed him sometimes.”</p> + +<p>The truth was that Caleb wanted to stay<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[Pg 169]</a></span> +and see the boys fix their log. He had had +his squirrel now several days, and had lost +his interest in him, as boys generally do in +any new play-thing, after they have had it +a few days. He was really, under this show +of generosity and faithful performance of his +promise, only gratifying his own selfish desires, +but he did not see it himself. The +heart is not only selfish and sinful, but it is +deceitful; it even deceives itself.</p> + +<p>So, presently, when Caleb saw David and +Dwight rolling the log down from the house, +he ran off to meet them, and said,</p> + +<p>“Dwight you may feed my squirrel to-night, +and I will help David roll down +the log.”</p> + +<p>Dwight looked up with an air of indifference, +and said he did not want to feed the +squirrel that night.</p> + +<p>Caleb was quite surprised at the answer; +and he walked along by the side of Dwight +and David towards the mole, as they rolled +the log along, scarcely knowing what to do.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[Pg 170]</a></span> +He did not want to leave the poor squirrel +without his supper; and, on the other hand, +he did not want to go away from the mole. +Mary Anna saw his perplexity, and she understood +the reason of it.</p> + +<p>Now, it happened that Mary Anna had +been forming a very curious plan about the +squirrel, from the very day when he was +brought home; though she had not said any +thing to the boys about it. To carry her +plan into execution, it was necessary that +the squirrel should be hers; and she resolved +from the beginning, that as soon as a +convenient opportunity should offer, she +would try to buy him. She determined, +therefore, to wait quietly until she saw some +signs of Caleb's being tired of his squirrel, +and then she determined to buy him.</p> + +<p>She did not suppose that Caleb would +have got tired of the care of his squirrel quite +so soon as this; but when she found that +he had, she thought that the time had arrived +for her to attempt to make the pur<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[Pg 171]</a></span>chase. +So when Caleb came back to the +mole, she said,</p> + +<p>“Caleb, I have a great mind to go and +feed your squirrel for you, if you want to +stay here and help the boys to make the +mole. In fact, I should like to buy him of +you, if you would like to sell him.”</p> + +<p>“Well,” said Caleb, “what will you give +me for him?”</p> + +<p>“Let me see—what can I make you.” +And Mary Anna tried to think what she +could make Caleb that he would like as +well as the squirrel. She proposed first a +new picture-book, and then a flag, and next +her monthly rose; and, finally, she said she +would make him something or other, and let +him see it, and then he could tell whether +he would give his squirrel for it or not.</p> + +<p>“I shall, I know,” said Caleb, “for I can +see him just as well if he is yours as I can +if he is mine.”</p> + +<p>“But perhaps I shall let him go,” said +Mary Anna.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[Pg 172]</a></span></p> + +<p>“O no,” said Caleb, “you must not let +him go.”</p> + +<p>“If I buy him of you,” replied Mary +Anna, “he will be mine entirely, and I must +do whatever I please with him.”</p> + +<p>“O, but I shall make you promise not to +let him go,” said Caleb, “or else I shall +not want to sell him to you.”</p> + +<p>“Very well,” said Mary Anna; “though +you can tell better when you see what I am +going to make you.”</p> + +<p>Mary Anna then went up to the house, +and fed the squirrel, and as it began to grow +dark pretty soon after that, the boys themselves +soon came up. She asked David if +he would make her a mast, and also a small +block of wood for a step.</p> + +<p>“A step!” said David; “a step for +what?”</p> + +<p>“A step for the mast,” said Mary +Anna.</p> + +<p>“What is a step for a mast?”</p> + +<p>“It is a block, with a hole in it for the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[Pg 173]</a></span> +lower end of the mast to fit into,” said Mary +Anna.</p> + +<p>“Do they call it a step?” said David.</p> + +<p>“Yes,” said Mary Anna; “I read about it +in a book where I learned about rigging. +Any little block will do.”</p> + +<p>David's curiosity was very much excited, +and he begged Mary Anna to tell him what +she was going to make.</p> + +<p>“Well,” said Mary Anna, “if you will +keep the secret.”</p> + +<p>“Yes,” said David, “I will.”</p> + +<p>“A Chinese junk!” said Mary Anna.</p> + +<p>“A Chinese junk!” said David, with surprise +and delight.</p> + +<p>“Yes, now run along to mother.”</p> + +<p>So David went, and Mary Anna began to +think of her work. She happened to have +recollected that there was in the garret an +old bread-tray, of japanned ware, which had +been worn out and thrown aside, and was +now good for nothing; and yet it was whole, +and Mary Anna thought it would make a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[Pg 174]</a></span> +good boat. As, however, it was not shaped +like a boat, she thought she would call it a +Chinese junk, which is a clumsy kind of +vessel, built by the Chinese. Accordingly +after the boys had gone to bed, she got all +her materials together; the old bread-tray +for the hull of the junk, some fine twine for +the rigging, David's mast and step, and a +piece of birch bark, which she thought +would represent very well the mats of which +the Chinese make their sails. She carried +all those things to her room, so as to have +them all ready for her to go to work upon +the vessel very early the next morning.</p> + +<p>And early the next morning she did get +to work. On the whole, the craft, when +finished, if it was not built exactly after the +model of a real Chinese junk, would sail +about as well, and was as gay. She got it +all done before breakfast, and carried it +down, and hid it under some bushes near +the mole.</p> + +<p>Then, after breakfast, she took the boys<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[Pg 175]</a></span> +all down, and told Caleb that she was ready +to make him an offer for his squirrel. She +then went to the bushes, and taking out the +junk, she went to the mole, and carrying it +out to the end, she gently set it down into +the water. The boys looked on in great delight, +as the junk wheeled slowly around in +the great circles of the whirlpool.</p> + +<p>Caleb hesitated a good deal before he +finally decided to give Mary Anna his squirrel, +and he tried to stipulate with her, that +is, make her agree, that she would not let +him go; but Mary Anna would not make +any such agreement. She said that if she +had the little fellow at all, she must have +him for her own, without any condition +whatever; and Caleb, at length, finding +the elegance of the Chinese junk irresistible, +decided to make the trade.</p> + +<p>And now for Marianna's plan. She liked +to see the squirrel very much; she admired +his graceful movements, his beautiful grey +colour, and his bushy tail, curled over his<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[Pg 176]</a></span> +back, like a plume. But then she did not +like to have him a prisoner. She knew that +he must love a life of freedom,—rambling +among the trees, climbing up to the topmost +branches, and leaping from limb to +limb; and it was painful to her to think of +his being shut up in a cage. And yet she +did not like to let him go, for then she knew +that in all probability he would run off to the +woods, and she would see him no more.</p> + +<p>It happened that one limb of the great +elm before the house was hollow for a considerable +distance up from the trunk of the +tree, and there was a hole leading into this +hollow limb at the crotch, where the limb +grew out from the tree. She thought that +this would make a fine house for the squirrel, +if he could only be induced to think so +himself, and live there. It occurred to her +that she might put him in, and fasten up +the hole with wires for a time, like a cage; +and she thought that if she kept him shut +up there, and fed him there with plenty of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[Pg 177]</a></span> +nuts and corn, for a week or two, he would +gradually forget his old home in the woods, +and get wonted to his new one.</p> + +<p>After thinking of several ways of fastening +up the mouth of the hole, she concluded +finally on the following plan. She got +some small nails, and drove them in pretty +near together on each side of the hole, and +then she took a long piece of fine wire, and +passed it across from one to the other, in +such a manner as to cover the mouth of the +hole with a sort of net-work of wire. She +then got Raymond to put the squirrel in +through a place which she left open for that +purpose, and then she closed this place up +like the rest, with wires. The squirrel ran +up into the limb, and disappeared.</p> + +<p>When the boys came and saw the ingenious +cage which Mary Anna had contrived, +they thought it was an excellent plan; +and they asked her if she was not afraid that +when she opened the cage door, he would +run off into the woods again. She said she<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[Pg 178]</a></span> +was very much afraid that he would, but +that still there was a possibility that he might +stay; and if he should, she should often see +him from her window, running about the +tree, and she should take so much more +pleasure in that than in seeing him shut up +in a cage, that she thought she should prefer +to take the risk. She made the boys +promise not to go to the hole, for fear they +might frighten him, and she said she meant +to feed him herself every day, with nuts and +corn, and try to get him tame before she +took away the wires.</p> + +<p>The children felt a good deal of curiosity +to see whether the squirrel would stay in the +tree or run away, when Mary Anna should +open his cage door; and after a few days, +they were eager to have her try the experiment. +But she said, no. She wished to +let him have full time to become well accustomed +to his new home.</p> + +<p>Mary Anna generally went early in the +morning to feed the squirrel,—before the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[Pg 179]</a></span> +boys were up. Then she fed him again after +they had gone to school, and also just +before they came home at night. She knew +that if she fed him when they were at home, +they would want to go with her; and it +would frighten the squirrel to see so many +strange faces,—even if the boys should try +to be as still as possible.</p> + +<p>One morning, Mary Anna and the boys +were down near the mole, and were talking +about the squirrel. David and Dwight +were sailing their boats, and Mary Anna +was sitting with Caleb upon a bench which +David had made for his mother, close to +the shore. Caleb's junk was upon the +ground by his side. Caleb asked Mary +Anna when she was going to let her squirrel +out.</p> + +<p>“O, I don't know,” said she, “perhaps in +a week more.”</p> + +<p>“A week!” said Dwight, pushing his +boat off from the shore, “I wouldn't wait +so long as that<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[Pg 180]</a></span>.”</p> + +<p>“Why, when I first had him, you wanted +to have me keep him in a cage all the +time.”</p> + +<p>“I know it,” said Dwight; “but now +I want to see whether he will run away.”</p> + +<p>“I would not try yet,” said David—“but +you'd better have a name for him, Marianne.”</p> + +<p>“I have got a name for him,” said she.</p> + +<p>“What is it?” said Dwight, eagerly.</p> + +<p>“Mungo.”</p> + +<p>“Mungo!” repeated Dwight; “I don't +think that is a very good name. What made +you think of that name?”</p> + +<p>“O, I heard of a traveller once, named +Mungo. The whole of his name was Mungo +Park; but I thought Mungo was enough +for my squirrel.”</p> + +<p>“<i>He</i> has not been much of a traveller,” +said Dwight.</p> + +<p>“O, yes,” replied Mary Anna, “I think +it probable he has travelled about the woods +a great deal<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[Pg 181]</a></span>.”</p> + +<p>“Did Mungo Park travel in the woods?”</p> + +<p>“Yes, in Africa. I think Mungo knows +his name too,” said Mary Anna.</p> + +<p>“Do you,” said Dwight. “Why?”</p> + +<p>“Why, whenever I go to feed him,” said +Mary Anna, “I call Mungo! Mungo! and +drop my nuts and corn down through the +wires into the hole. And now he begins to +come down when he hears my voice, and the +little rogue catches up a nut and runs off +with it.”</p> + +<p>“Does he?” said Caleb. “O, I wish +you would let him out. I don't believe he +would run away.”</p> + +<p>“Not just yet,” said Mary Anna.</p> + +<p>“But if you don't let him out pretty soon, +I shall be gone,” said Caleb; “for I am +going to Boston, you know, next week.”</p> + +<p>“So you are,” said Mary Anna; “I +forgot that.”</p> + +<p>Caleb's father and mother were coming +up from Boston that week, and they had +written something about taking Caleb back<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[Pg 182]</a></span> +with them, when they returned. Caleb +was much pleased with this idea. He liked +living in the country better than living in +Boston; but still, he was very much pleased +at the thought of seeing his father and +mother, and his little sister, at home. He +also liked riding, and was very glad of the +opportunity to ride several days in the +carryall, upon the front seat with his father. +He expected that his father would +let him have the whip and reins pretty often +to drive.</p> + +<p>“It is not certain, however,” continued +Mary Anna, “that you will go to Boston +this summer. Mother said that perhaps +you would not go until the fall, and +then perhaps she would go with you, and +bring you back to stay here through the +winter.”</p> + +<p>“But I don't want to stay here in the +<i>winter</i>,” said Caleb.</p> + +<p>“Why not?” said Mary Anna.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[Pg 183]</a></span></p> + +<p>“O, it is so cold and snowy;—and we +can't play any.”</p> + +<p>“That's a great mistake,” said Dwight; +“we have fine times in the winter.”</p> + +<p>“Why, what can you do?”</p> + +<p>“O, a great many things; last winter we +dug out a house in a great snow-drift under +the rocks, and played in it a good deal.”</p> + +<p>“But it must be very cold in a snow-house,” +said Caleb.</p> + +<p>“O, we had a fire.”</p> + +<p>“A fire?” said Caleb.</p> + +<p>“Certainly,” said Dwight, “We put +some large stones for the fire-place, and let +the smoke go out at the top.”</p> + +<p>“But then it would melt your house +down.”</p> + +<p>“It did melt it a little around the sides, +and so made it grow larger: but it did not +melt it down. We had some good boards +for seats, and we could stay there in the +cold days.”</p> + +<p>“Yes,” said Mary Anna, “I remember<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[Pg 184]</a></span> +I went in one cold, windy day, and I found +you boys all snugly stowed in your snow-house, +warm and comfortable, by a good +blazing fire.”</p> + +<p>“Once we made some candy in our +snow-house,” said David.</p> + +<p>“Did you?” said Caleb.</p> + +<p>“Yes,” said David; “Mary Anna proposed +the plan, and got mother to give us +the molasses in a little kettle, and we put +it upon three stones in our snow-house, and +we boiled it all one Wednesday afternoon, +and when it was done, we poured it out upon +the snow. It was capital candy.”</p> + +<p>“<i>I</i> should like to see a snow-house,” +said Caleb, “very much.”</p> + +<p>“Then should not you like to stay here +next winter? And then we can make one,” +said David.</p> + +<p>“Perhaps I could make one in Boston,” +said Caleb.</p> + +<p>“Ho!” said Dwight, with a tone of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[Pg 185]</a></span> +contempt, “<i>you</i> couldn't make a snow-house.”</p> + +<p>“But there are enough other boys in +Boston to help me,” said Caleb.</p> + +<p>“There is not any good place,” said +Mary Anna, in a mild and pleasant tone. +“There is only a very small yard, and that +is full of wood piles.”</p> + +<p>“I can make it on the common,” said +Caleb. “The common is large enough I +can tell you.”</p> + +<p>Here Dwight suddenly called out in a +tone of great eagerness and delight, to +look off to a little bush near them, to which +he pointed with his finger.</p> + +<p>“See! see! there is a squirrel!—a +large grey squirrel!”</p> + +<p>“Where?” said Caleb, “where? I don't +see him.”</p> + +<p>“Hush!” said Mary Anna, in a low +tone: “All keep perfectly still. I'll shew +him to you, Caleb. There, creeping along +the branch<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[Pg 186]</a></span>.”</p> + +<p>“I see him,” said David. “Let us +catch him, and put him in with Mungo.”</p> + +<p>“I'm afraid it is Mungo,” said Mary +Anna.</p> + +<p>“Mungo!” said Dwight, with surprise.</p> + +<p>“Yes,” said Mary Anna, “it looks like +him. I am afraid he has got out of some +hole, and is going away. Sit still, and +we will see what he will do.”</p> + +<p>“O, no,” said Dwight, “I will go and +catch him.”</p> + +<p>“No, by no means,” said Mary Anna, +holding Dwight back, “let us see what he +will do.”</p> + +<p>It was Mungo. He had gnawed himself +a hole, and escaped from his prison.</p> + +<p>He did not, however, seem disposed to go +away very fast. He came down from the +bush, and crept along upon the ground towards +the brook, and then finding that he +could not get across very well, he ran about +the grass a little while, and then went back +by degrees to the tree. He climbed up to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[Pg 187]</a></span> +the great branch, playing a minute or two +about the grating over the hole, and then +ran along out to the end of the branch, the +children watching him all the time, and +walking slowly along up towards the tree.</p> + +<p>“I'll go and get him some corn,” said +Mary Anna, “and see if he will not come +down for it to his hole, when I call him. +You stand here perfectly still, till I come +back.”</p> + +<p>So she went in and got a nut instead of +corn, and put it down by the hole, calling +“Mungo!” “Mungo!” as usual. The +squirrel came creeping down the branch, +and Mary Anna left the nut upon the grating, +and went away. He crept down cautiously, +seized the nut, stuffed it into his +cheek, and ran off to one of the topmost +branches; and there standing upon his +hind legs, and holding his nut in his forepaws, +he began gnawing the shell, watching +the children all the time.</p> + +<p>The next morning, Mary Anna tore off<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[Pg 188]</a></span> +the netting, and the squirrel lived in the +tree a long while. Caleb, however, saw +but little more of him at this time, for he +went to Boston the next week with his father. +What befell him there may perhaps +be described in another book, to be called +“<span class="smcap">Caleb in Town</span>.”</p> + +<h3>END OF CALEB IN THE COUNTRY.</h3> +<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Top</a></span> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[Pg 189]</a></span></p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="POETRY" id="POETRY"></a>POETRY.</h2> + +<h3>PASSING AWAY.</h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Mothers! where are they?—where?<br /></span> +<span class="i1">They are gone from this passing scene,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gone with the dreams of joy that were,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">As if they ne'er had been.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Husbands! where are they?—where?<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The visions of life are fled;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But they live—beneath—above—in air,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">For spirits can ne'er be dead.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Children! where are they?—where?<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Will the sun or stars reply?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor earth, nor sea, nor air,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Will answer to the cry.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[Pg 190]</a></span><span class="i0">Return they not with the early morn?<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Where are the lost ones? say—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gone to a land whence none return,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">But <i>where</i>,—Oh, where are they?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Dear ones! where are they?—where?<br /></span> +<span class="i1">They are gone from the village home;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We ponder and gaze on the empty chair,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And recall the voice's tone.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Loved ones! where are they?—where?<br /></span> +<span class="i1">We stand by the vacant bed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On the spot where we breathed the prayer,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">When we raised the dying head.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The friends! where are they?—where?<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Their spirits have left the clay;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Are they gone to weep in black despair,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Or to sing in eternal day?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where are they? Oh tell us where!<br /></span> +<span class="i1">That our aching hearts may rest;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Do they breathe the rich man's prayer,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Or are they among the blest?<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[Pg 191]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i1">Lost ones! where are they?—where?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We ask—but we ask in vain;<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The sound goes round on the waves of air,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And echo says, “Where?” Again—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where are they?—where?<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /> +<h3>WEEP NOT FOR ME.</h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Weep not, my child, weep not for <i>me</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Though heavy is the stroke,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thou must early learn indeed<br /></span> +<span class="i1">To bear affliction's yoke.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet weep not, for you all have heard,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Oft from these lips, in health,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How Death will often snatch away<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Mothers by mystic stealth.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How often, when within the home<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The sun of joy doth glow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some deed of his insidious hand<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Will fill that home with woe.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[Pg 192]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But when thy mother far has soared<br /></span> +<span class="i1">To regions all divine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A livelier voice, my precious one,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Shall speak to thee, than mine.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Weep not for me—all tears remove—<br /></span> +<span class="i1">I die without a fear;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My God, to whom you are assigned,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Your early prayers shall hear.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When twilight opes the dappled morn,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And clothes the east in grey,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When sunbeams deck the west at eve,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Oh then, beloved one—<span class="smcap">Pray</span>.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr style='width: 25%;' /><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Top</a></span> +<h4>Milner & Sowerby, Printers, Halifax.</h4> + +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<hr class="full" /> +<p>***END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK CALEB IN THE COUNTRY***</p> +<p>******* This file should be named 23989-h.txt or 23989-h.zip *******</p> +<p>This and all associated files of various formats will be found in:<br /> +<a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/2/3/9/8/23989">http://www.gutenberg.org/2/3/9/8/23989</a></p> +<p>Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed.</p> + +<p>Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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