The Pearl Box eBook

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“Lie down, Fly,—­good dog—­lie down,” she said; but Fly would not mind her, which was an unusual thing.  She was certain something was the matter, and she felt she must go up to the fell; and with the foresight common to the Dale’s people, who knew what mountain storms are, she took under her cloak a small vial of gin, which was kept in case of any accident, and set out with the dog Fly.  The snow fell fast, the wind blew, and the drifts lay thick.  She had great confidence in Fly, that if any thing was the matter he would find it out.  He ran straight up the little steep path which led through the woods.  On she followed, her cloak white with snow, until she came into the more open ground, where she lost sight of Fly, and for a time stood bewildered, until he should return and guide her.  The birds and beasts had gone to rest, and the stillness of the moors was awful.  It was night, and dark.  Suddenly she heard a child’s feeble voice, and in an instant she pressed on towards the spot from which the sound came; soon she heard Fly’s loud howl for aid.  At last she reached the spot, and found a little boy half asleep, a kind of drowsiness which precedes death.  He could not speak; he could only moan.  She moistened his lips with the gin, and poured a little down his throat.  She then raised him up and carried him a short distance down the hill; then she stopped to rest awhile; and then she got as far as the woods, where the winds were not so cold.  Again she gave him a few drops from her vial, and now he was able to walk a few steps; then Martha put up a fervent prayer to God for assistance, as she dragged the lost boy to her cottage.  She now laid him down to the warm fire, while Fly snuffed around him in great joy.  She took off his wet clothes, and wrapped him in her woollen cloak.  He soon recovered and was able to tell his story.

His father had sent him up to the fells for a sheep that was missing.  The dog left him, and night and snow came on, and he got lost on the fells.  The family had lately come to live near Rydal, and the lad did not know all the landmarks.  Martha took the best of care of the boy till the morning, when his mother came, with a grateful heart towards God for the means which had guided Martha to her lost boy.

THE BROTHER AND SISTER.

(In three Stories.)

THE PARTING SCENE.

In one of our western cities was a poor woman, in the garret of a lonely house, who was very sick, and near dying.  She had two children, a brother and sister, who knelt beside her bed to catch her dying words.  “Annie, my daughter,” said the mother, “soon, and your young brother will have no earthly friend but you; will you, my daughter, be to him a faithful sister?”

“Yes, mother, I will” said the daughter, as she wiped away her tears.

And then she laid her hand upon the head of her son, and said, “Be a good boy, Willy, and mind your sister; she is but three years older than yourself, but as far as her knowledge goes, she will be a guide for you; and she and you have a Father in Heaven who will never leave you.  Will you promise to do as she wishes?”

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