Saved at Sea eBook

Amy Catherine Walton
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 56 pages of information about Saved at Sea.

But as old Mr. Davis took leave of my grandfather, he said earnestly,—­

’My friend, you are building on the sand; you are indeed, and it won’t stand the storm; no, it won’t stand the storm!’ He had no time to say more, the sailor hastened him away.

I followed them down to the pier, and stood there watching the steamer preparing to start.

There was a little delay after the gentlemen went on board, and I saw Mr. Davis sit down on a seat on deck, take out his pocket-book, and write something on one of the leaves.  Then he tore the leaf out, and gave it to one of the sailors to hand to me as I stood on the pier, and in another moment the steamer had started.



That little piece of paper which was given me that day, I have it still, put by amongst my greatest treasures.  There was not much written on it, only two lines of a hymn: 

  ’On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand,
  All other ground is sinking sand.’

I walked slowly up to the house thinking.  My grandfather was out with Jem Millar, so I did not show him the paper then, but I read the lines many times over as I was playing with little Timpey, and I wondered very much what they meant.

In the evening, my grandfather and Jem Millar generally sat together over the fire in the little watchroom upstairs, and I used to take little Timpey up there, until it was time for her to go to bed.  She liked climbing up the stone steps in the lighthouse tower.  She used to call out, ‘Up! up! up!’ as she went along, until she reached the top step, and then she would run into the watchroom with a merry laugh.

As we went in this evening, my grandfather and Jem were talking together of the visit of the two gentlemen ’I can’t think what the old man meant about the rock,’ my grandfather was saying.  ’I couldn’t make head or tail of it, Jem; could you, my lad?’

‘Look there, grandfather,’ I said, as I handed him the little piece of paper, and told him how I had got it.

‘Well, to be sure!’ said my grandfather ‘So he gave you this, did he?’ and he read aloud: 

  ’On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand,
  All other ground is sinking sand.’

’Well now, Jem, what does he mean?  He kept on saying to me, “You’re on the sand, my friend; you’re on the sand, and it won’t stand the storm!” What do you make of it, Jem? did you hear him, my lad?’

‘Yes,’ said Jem thoughtfully; ’and it has set me thinking, Sandy; I know what he meant well enough.’

‘And pray what may that be?’

’He meant we can’t get to heaven except we come to Christ; we can’t get no other way.  That’s just what it means, Sandy!’

‘Do you mean to tell me,’ said my grandfather, ’that I shan’t get to heaven if I do my best?’

’No, it won’t do, Sandy; there’s only one way to heaven; I know that well enough.’

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