



Mountain Moggy; The Stoning of the Witch, by William H G Kingston.

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This is quite a short book, taking only 2.5 hours to read, yet it packs
quite a punch.

It is devoted to the theme of Forgiveness.  On a remote mountainside in
Wales there dwells a broken-down old woman, whom the local children
believe to be a witch.  As such she will live for ever, and cannot be
hurt, so they amuse themselves by going to her hut, taunting her, and
throwing stones at the hut.  One evening one of these stones knocks a
burning stick from the fire, and sets fire to the old woman, but by
chance a young midshipman who has lost his way, is nearby, helps her,
and takes word to the village that she is badly hurt.

The local clergyman had previously been a medical doctor, and rushes up
to the hut to see what can be done.  One of the local women helps with
Old Mountain Moggy as well.  Old Moggy shows true forgiveness to
William, one of the Doctor's sons, even though he had been one of the
ringleaders in taunting her.  William is very much moved by this.

Time goes on, and on his next leave the young midshipman brings one of
his shipmates, Tom, to share his holiday with him.  Tom tells the story
of how he had been brought up, and Mountain Moggy tells her story, as
well.

The story has a happy ending, after a fashion, literally on the very
last page of the book.

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MOUNTAIN MOGGY; THE STONING OF THE WITCH, BY WILLIAM H G KINGSTON.



CHAPTER ONE.

The succession of mountain ranges, precipitous and rugged, which extend
from the shores of the Irish Sea to the boundaries of England, rising
tier above tier, and culminating, at different points, in the heights of
Snowdon, Cader Idris, and Plinlimmon, gives to wild Wales that romantic
beauty for which it is so justly celebrated.  That mountain region, too,
guarded by the strong arms and undaunted hearts of its heroic sons,
formed an impassable bulwark against the advance of barbarian invaders,
and remained for many years, while Saxon England was yet pagan, the main
refuge of that Christian religion to which Britain owes its present
greatness.  Yet subsequently, on account of the inaccessible nature of
the country, the inhabitants, separated from their more enlightened
fellow-subjects, remained for a long period almost as ignorant as their
ancestors in the dark ages; and, till of late years, retained many of
the grosser superstitions and customs of those times.

A young traveller was climbing the side of one of these mountain ranges
facing the ocean, the silvery waters of which could be discerned in the
distance, when he observed, far up, a hut.  Solitary and cheerless it
looked, scarcely to be distinguished from the sombre colouring of the
surrounding ground and the rocks and bushes amid which it stood.  It was
weather-worn and dilapidated, and appeared altogether unfit to be the
abode of a human being; indeed, a thin wreath of peat smoke ascending
from an aperture in the roof alone made it likely that it was inhabited.
Its appearance offered no temptation to the young stranger to turn
aside from the path he was pursuing, and he continued his ascent till he
gained a rocky pinnacle, from whence he could watch the sun dipping into
the ocean; and hence he could look down, on one side, over a confused
mass of barren hills and fertile valleys, rocks, and precipices, heights
crowned with trees, peaks bare and rugged, and glens with sparkling
torrents dashing and foaming amid them; while on the other side, towards
the ocean, he saw before him a wide and smiling valley, with a stream
meandering through it, and green meadows and groves of trees, from among
which a church spire reared its pointed summit; and near it a cheerful
village of white-washed cottages and other dwellings of more pretension;
and there were sheep feeding, and cattle wending their way slowly
homeward, all speaking of peace and security.

"I could not have selected a more lovely spot to spend an evening in,
had I been allowed a choice," said the young traveller to himself, as he
took his seat on the highest point he could find.  "As I cannot find my
home, I could not be better off.  I thought that I knew perfectly well
the place my family have got to, but I am fairly puzzled with the Welsh
names.  I ought to have kept my brother's letters in which he had
clearly written it down.  Whether it is Twrog-y-Bwlch, or
Llwyd-y-Cynfael, or Dwyryd-y-Ffetiog, I am sure I don't know.  I hit the
right post-town, of that I am nearly certain.  There's a village in the
bottom.  I might go down and inquire, but then I probably should not
find my way back again over the mountain to the inn where I left my
traps.  I hope that I may hit it off to-morrow.  It's very tantalising,
and provoking too, to be so near home, and yet not able to find it.  It
was very stupid to lose the letter.  They do say midshipmen are very
careless chaps, and that I am no exception to the rule.  Well, I have no
reason to grumble.  I haven't enjoyed such a sight as this for many a
day, though it's something like being mast-headed, except with the
difference that I may go down when I like.  I should enjoy it more if I
had a messmate to talk to about it.  The air is wonderfully fine up
here.  It makes me feel inclined to shout out at the top of my voice,
`Rule, Britannia, Britannia rules the waves, And Britons never, never,
never will be slaves,' Hurra!  That's it.  Hurra, boys!  `We'll fight
and we'll conquer again and again.'"

Thus the happy young midshipman gave full scope to the exuberance of his
spirits, feeling very sure that no one was listening to him.  As he
ceased, a curiously wild, mournful strain struck his ear, ascending from
below him on the west, and forming a strange contrast to the merry notes
he had been singing.  It was like the noonday song of the joyous lark,
as he soars into the blue sky, answered by the midnight croak of the
raven as he sits on the old abbey's ivy-covered wall.  He listened.  It
seemed rather like a continued shriek than a song, or the fearful cry of
the fabled Banshee as she flits by the family mansion in Ireland, to
warn the inmates, as is ignorantly supposed, that one of their number
must prepare to quit the world, its pleasures and its sorrows.  The
young midshipman's mind was, however, too well trained to indulge even
for a moment in any such fancies, for he owed his education to a wise,
religious, and loving father.  Yet he was sorely puzzled at first to
account for the wild strains which floated through the air, till he
caught sight of the ruined hut he had observed on his way up, and
discerned a large rent in the roof, through which he supposed the sounds
uttered by its inmate must be ascending.  He was too far off to
distinguish the words; but that there were words uttered, and probably
as strange as the music itself, if music he could call it, he was very
certain.  Now the strains rose to a high pitch, now they swelled, now
decreased into a low moan scarcely audible.

"Some poor mad creature," said the midshipman to himself.  "I should
think nobody but a mad person would live in such a place as that; in
truth, if anybody had to live there, its solitude and its forlorn
condition would be enough to drive them out of their senses; it would
me, I know; only I should forthwith set to work to make it habitable.
To be sure, I shouldn't be worse off than Tom and I were when we were
cast away on that coral island in the Pacific, except that there we had
summer all the year round and abundance of food of one sort or another.
Here it must be terribly cold in winter, and as for food, a person would
soon starve if he were compelled to live only on what the hillside
produces."  The young midshipman had got into the habit of talking to
himself, either during his night watches, or, it is just possible, while
at the mast-head, at which post of honour, in some ships, the young
gentlemen of his rank used to spend a considerable portion of their
existence.

The strange singing continued for some time.  As he looked down from his
rocky height he saw a number of persons coming up the hill, apparently
from the village towards the hut.  They appeared from their movements to
be children.  They got close to the hut, and were hid from his sight.
Now they seemed to be running away--now they returned, leaping and
shouting, so that their shrill young voices reached to where he sat.
Suddenly he saw them all running down the hill, just as children run,
jumping and pushing against each other, and evidently in high glee.  The
midshipman was considering that it was time for him to return to his inn
for the night, when a loud shriek, which came from the direction of the
hut, struck his ear, and he saw a bright light streaming through the
aperture in the roof.  "Something is the matter," he exclaimed, as
jumping from his seat he ran down the mountain towards the hut: "the
cottage or its inmate is on fire; I must do my best to put out the
flame, at all events."



CHAPTER TWO.

An old woman was the sole occupant of that cheerless hut on the bleak
hillside just described.  She sat, on that evening, on a low stool
before the hearth, on which a few clods of peat, smouldering slowly with
some scarcely dry sticks on the top of them, served as an apology for a
fire, and threw out the smallest possible heat to warm the shrivelled
palms held up ever and anon before it.  As she sat, occasionally rocking
herself backwards and forwards, she sang, in a voice which sometimes
sounded high and shrill, till it rose into almost a shriek, and then
again sank down into a long-continued moan.  She uttered words often
with great rapidity, though even the poor creature herself might
scarcely have been able to explain the burden of her song.  The gentle
breeze, pleasant in the cheerful sunshine, sighed through the rents in
the tottering walls, and amid the branches of the solitary, crooked
pine-tree, which bent its riven head over the building, its distorted
limbs creaking and groaning as they swayed to and fro; while an owl
shrieked his twit-to-hoo to the departing sun, as he prepared to go
abroad with other creatures of the night in search of prey; and cold
grey twilight covered the mountain-side.  There still sat the lone old
woman, crouching over the mocking fire.  Dark and drear was the hovel--
floor it had none, save the damp, cold earth--nor was there a chimney or
other outlet for the smoke, except a hole which a branch of the
ill-favoured pine-tree had made in the roof, in one of his most restless
moods.  More light came through this hole than through the window, the
broken panes of which were stuffed with rags, dry grass, and heather,
though not tight enough to prevent the wind from whistling, and the
rain, snow, and sleet from driving in upon the wretched inmate.  Except
where the solitary gleam of cold evening light fell upon the crouching
figure of poor Mountain Moggy, all else in the hovel was gloom and
obscurity.  Little, however, did Moggy heed the weather.  Winter or
summer, chilling blasts or warm sunshine, the changeful seasons brought
no change to her.  Her brain was on fire, her heart cold and forlorn,
"icy cold, utterly forlorn and deserted," so she says, and all feeling
for outward things has long since departed.

Why does Moggy start, clasp her bony hands, open wide her almost
sightless eyes, and mutter, "Yes, yes--that's it.  Forgive us our
trespasses as we forgive them that trespass against us.  But it's hard,
very hard to forgive our foes.  Does God find it so hard to forgive me?"
Then again she starts off in her wild song.

Once more she is silent, and listens to some noises outside.  She seems
sorely distressed.  Again and again she starts.  The noises increase,
children's feet and voices are heard around the hut, and--is it
possible?--a stone comes whizzing through the glassless window across
the darkened space, and a heavy thump announces that it has found a
destination; another, and another follows--some come in sideways, and
one striking the window bar glances off and reaches the hearth, whence
it drives before it a lighted stick which sends out sparks on every side
and causes a faint gleam of light in the hitherto gloomy room.  Shouts
of laughter accompany each stone; but the sun has set, the sonorous bell
of the distant church gives notice, too, that evening has arrived.  The
children's ears catch the sound.  "Away, away!  Home, home!" they shout,
as they run off from the solitary hut.  Out of its window at that moment
a bright light shone forth, but they did not heed it as they chased each
other down the steep mountain-side, crying out, "Good-night, old witch.
We'll stone you again, old Polly Forty Rags.  If we hear any more of
your witcheries we'll make you wish you'd kept out of this country.
Good-night, and bad luck to you, Old Mog."  Notwithstanding the words
they used, there was terror in the voices of most of the children.  Some
of them shouted, "She's coming after us!  The witch is coming after us!
She's mounting her broom, and out she'll ride.  Run--run--run!"  On this
the urchins shrieked louder, and ran faster and faster down the slope.
One boy, more daring than the rest, and superior in appearance to most
of them, lingered behind, and finding a stone remaining in his pocket of
those with which he had, like his companions, provided himself to attack
the old woman, he turned round once more, and flung it in the direction
of the hut, saying, as he did so, "That's my parting gift, old Moggy.
Ha, ha!  I see the old lady is going to have a feast tonight, for she
has lighted up her banqueting-hall.  But I would rather not be one of
the guests, though."  Pleased with what he considered his own wit, he
shouted out again, and ran after his idle companions, a prolonged cry
which came from the hut hastening his steps, for he was in no degree
free from the ignorant superstition of the rest of the urchin troop.



CHAPTER THREE.

A good log was burning brightly on the hearth, and filling with its
glowing, cheerful light the dining-room of Dr Morgan, the new rector of
the parish, where he with his wife and the younger members of his family
were collected.  The rector sat in his easy-chair, his book had fallen
from his hand, for he was dozing after a hard day's work of physical and
mental labour in the abodes of the sick and afflicted of his
widely-scattered parish.  His wife had a cradle by her side, but she
held its usual occupant in her arms, putting it to sleep with a low
lullaby, while a group of older children, boys and girls, sat at the
table variously occupied.  Charles and Anna having some fresh foreign
postage-stamps, arranged them in a book according to the different
countries from whence they came, and were preparing a short account of
each--a plan their father had recommended, so as to give an interest to
this otherwise very useless pursuit.

"This must surely be American," said Anna, holding up a stamp.  "How
like a well-done photograph is the head.  Can it be that of Washington?"

On this William, who was engaged professedly in learning his lessons for
the next day, looked up.  The rest decided that although the stamp was
American, as it was the head of a somewhat sour-looking old gentleman it
could not be that of the great Washington, but of one of the later
Presidents of the United States.  The children were talking in an
undertone, so as not to disturb their father.

"Old Polly Forty Rags, the witch, came from America," said William.
"But it was from some place which the English don't know about; a wild,
barren sea-coast, just like the mountain-side up there, where they say
that she used to practise her witch tricks on the vessels which came
near, and many and many's the one she has sent to the bottom or driven
on the rocks."

"How did she practise her witch tricks?" asked Arthur, who did not very
clearly understand his brother's meaning.

"How!" exclaimed William.  "That's more than I can tell.  I'm only
repeating what those who know all about the matter say."

"Isn't she a very wicked old woman then?" asked Mabel, with simplicity.

"Wicked?  I should think so! as wicked an old hag as you ever heard of,"
answered William.  "It would be a good thing to rid the world of such a
monster; but they say she can't be killed; not if she was soused over
head and ears in the river or thrown into the fire.  That's the nature
of witches."

Anna, who was giving the finishing rub to a stamp just put in, heard the
last words, and, looking up, inquired with a slight tone of irony in her
voice, "What did you say about witches, Willie?  Who has been telling
you those remarkably wise things about them?"

"Oh, the people about here, and the other fellows at school," answered
Willie in a low tone and somewhat hesitating manner, for he was not fond
of having to reply to his sister's pointed questions.

"Oh, the people about here," said Anna, repeating his words.  "Is it
possible they can believe such nonsense?"

Willie did not reply.  "Anna wouldn't think it nonsense if she was to
see Old Polly Forty Rags," he muttered.  After being silent for some
time he added, "If ever there was an old witch she is one."

"You said she came from America, Willie.  Why, that's where Frank's ship
has been to, isn't it?" said Arthur.

"Of course it is," cried Willie, as if a bright thought had occurred to
him.  "I wonder whether he heard anything of her there?  He'll soon be
at home, and then he'll tell us."

"If she didn't send his ship on the rocks," remarked Arthur.

"She'd better not have tried to do it, or we'd pay her off for it," said
Willie, as if speaking of some heroic purpose.

"But I thought you said that she couldn't be killed; and if she couldn't
be killed, she couldn't be hurt, I should think," observed Arthur, who
was called the philosopher of the family.

"Well, I don't know: they say witches can't be killed, and that Old
Polly Forty Rags has lived hundreds and hundreds of years," said Willie,
justly considered the most thoughtless of the family.  "Nothing does
hurt her either.  You can't think what fun it is to hear the stones
bounce against her, just as if she was made of straw.  If anything could
hurt her, I know a big stone I sent in at her window this evening would
have given her a cracker she wouldn't forget in a hurry.  It's my belief
that she didn't care for it more than she would if it had been a pea out
of a pea-shooter."

Anna's attention was again drawn to her brother's whispered
conversation.  "What are you saying about throwing stones?" she asked.
"At whom have you been throwing stones?"

"Why at old Mountain Moggy, of course, or Polly Forty Rags as they call
her.  Who else should I throw at?  She's as hard as she is wicked; and
they say she has a whole suit of elephant's skin under her rags, and
that's one of the reasons the stones don't hurt her."

Anna had been so busy examining some little three-cornered Cape of Good
Hope stamps, that she had not till now clearly comprehended what Willie
was speaking about.

"You throw stones at Mountain Moggy!" she said in an incredulous tone.

"Of course we do, and awful fun we had this very evening," answered
William, boldly.  "We heard them go in at the window and thump against
the old witch.  The clock struck, and we had to run away, or we should
have given her more of it.  But it was just as well that we were off,
for some of the fellows saw her lighting up her house for her
witcheries, and there's no doubt but that she'd have sent down some of
her imps after us if we hadn't made good use of our legs to get off."

"What do you really mean, Willie?" said Anna, now quite interested.
"You cannot tell me that you have been stoning that poor miserable old
woman on the mountain?"

"Haven't we though," said Willie, carelessly, crossing his arms on the
table and beginning to pore over his book.

"Willie says that she's a wicked black witch, with red eyes and a blue
tongue," remarked little Mabel.

"Don't stuff the little ones' heads with such abominable nonsense,
Will," said Charles, looking up from his book.  "There's nothing I hate
to hear so much; it's wrong, and you have no business to do it."

"No, indeed; it's very wrong to tell stories about her, even in fun,"
remarked Anna.

"Nonsense and stories, indeed!" cried Willie, indignantly.  "They are
neither one nor the other.  If she isn't black she's near it; and I
never said she had red eyes and a blue tongue; but if you two were to
hear her screech and howl, as I have, you'd confess fast enough that she
was a witch."  And Willie turned back to his book with the air of an
injured person.

Poor boy, he had not had the advantages of his brothers and sisters,
though worldly people would have said that his prospects were far better
than theirs.  They had been carefully trained in the way they should
walk from their earliest days by their parents, who, though not
possessed of worldly wealth, felt that they might yet give them the
richest of heritages.  William had not, like the others, been brought up
entirely by his parents.  His godmother, Miss Ap Reece, had offered to
leave him her property, provided she might have entire charge of him,
and his parents somewhat hastily consented.  By her he had been well fed
and well clothed, but not well educated.  She was capricious, fond of
gossip, and self-indulgent; and continually she would, in order to be
rid of him, send him down amongst the servants, who, as her country
residence was in a remote village, were more than usually ignorant.
There he imbibed many of their prejudices, and learned to believe in
many of their superstitions.  Meanwhile, happily, the good seed sown in
his earlier days was not entirely eradicated, though he and his brothers
and sisters always exhibited in their subsequent lives the different
systems of cultivation to which they had been subjected.  The residence
of William with Miss Ap Reece was brought to an abrupt termination by
the failure of the County Bank, in which most of her money was placed.
Her means were in consequence so straitened that she was obliged to ask
Dr Morgan to take William home.

It was soon after this that the conversation took place which we have
already recorded.

Mrs Morgan had been too much absorbed with her infant, and a book she
occasionally read, to listen to the undertone conversation carried on by
the rest of her children.  Her husband continued dozing in his chair,
but his sleep was soon interrupted, as was the conversation of the young
people, by the violent ringing of the hall-door bell.  A servant came in
directly afterwards to say that the doctor was wanted immediately.  Dr
Morgan at once left the room, and when William, sent by Mrs Morgan,
went out to inquire why he was summoned, it was found that he had
quitted the house without leaving any message to say where he had gone.
So startled were the younger ones by the sudden noise, that Arthur upset
the gum-bottle over the beautiful new stamp-book.  The little fellow
looked very much alarmed at what he had done, and possibly in some
families angry words and blows would have warned him to be more careful
for the future; but Charles and Anna had learned that "he that ruleth
his spirit is greater than he that taketh a city"; and the constant
practice of this principle made it now easy for them to say to their
brother, who sat crying and looking very sorrowful, "Never mind, little
fellow; we shall soon make it clean."  Then warm water had to be
procured, and the injured book cleansed, and a few more stamps stuck in,
and the rest put away, and scraps and writing materials cleared off the
table.  Books were then got out, and lessons looked over for the next
day.  Mrs Morgan left the room for some time to hear the younger
children say their prayers, and to see them put to bed.  When she
re-entered the room, Dr Morgan had not returned.  Dr Morgan's
prolonged absence did not create any alarm.  He was a Doctor of
Divinity, but he had also, in his younger days, devoted much time to the
study of medicine and surgery, so that he was qualified to become a
regular practitioner.  However, he had taken orders in the Church of
England, but he never regretted the time he had spent in walking the
hospitals, for, biding his time, he had now a means of access, which he
otherwise might have lacked, to even the most hardened and profligate.
Those who would not have called him in as a Christian minister to advise
them regarding their souls, were thankful to get him to attend to the
ailments of their bodies.  Once in a house he never left it without
making himself beloved and respected by its inmates, and insuring for
himself, and for his glad tidings, a favourable reception.  Although he
was not looked upon as a popular preacher, it was observed that wherever
he went there was a marked change in the religious conduct of the
people.

Such was Dr Morgan.  His great difficulty was to give that
superintendence to the education of his children which he felt they
required, without at the same time neglecting the multifarious duties of
his position.  His parishioners gained what his family lost.  But the
strict discipline by which he endeavoured to make amends for the want of
that constant watchfulness so important in training the youthful mind
did not answer the same purpose.  Yet after all he could do, he knew
that he must fail altogether, had he not gone daily, constantly, to the
Throne of Grace for strength and wisdom for himself, and for protection
and guidance for those committed to his charge.

Mrs Morgan had returned to the sitting-room; the elder children had put
down their books.  It was bed-time.  They always waited for family
prayers.  When the Doctor was absent Mrs Morgan or Charles read them,
but as he was momentarily expected, his wife and son were unwilling to
usurp his office.  At length the hall-door bell rang.  It was the
Doctor.  He appeared unusually sad and serious.  The family assembled.
His voice, generally so firm, trembled as he prayed.

When he rose from his knees, shading his eyes with his hand, he said,
after he had given them his blessing--

"Go to bed immediately, and be up betimes, for I wish you to breakfast
an hour earlier than usual, and to accompany me directly afterwards to
visit a sick, and I fear a dying person."

The younger children would all have been well pleased at this
invitation, had it not been for their father's very grave manner; yet no
one ventured to ask him the cause of this, and it was, perhaps, not
without a slight misgiving that some of the party laid their heads on
their pillows that night.



CHAPTER FOUR.

Dr Morgan gave no explanation of what had occurred till Charles and
Anna had left the room.  He then called his anxious and ever helpful
wife to his side.  "I much want your assistance, dearest Maria," he said
in a tone which showed the depressed state of his feelings; "I was
summoned just now to visit a person in a most melancholy condition.  You
have heard of the forlorn old creature--Moggy, she is called by the
country people--who lives in that wretched hovel we can see high up on
the side of the mountain.  She has been dreadfully burnt."

The Doctor's wife, ever ready with help and sympathy, in spite of the
numerous maternal cares to which she had to attend, immediately
exclaimed, "Poor old creature!  I am sure that she much wants comforts.
Shall I not at once send up some sheets and cotton wool? and is there
anything else you can think of?"

"The comfort that is wanted, dear Maria, is nearer home," answered the
Doctor, taking his wife's hand.  "I have a sad story to tell you.  On
reaching Old Moggy's hovel I found her with her hands and feet horribly
burnt; so much so, that, should she survive, which I think it possible
she may not, she will, I fear, never recover their use.  I found that
sturdy old Welshwoman, Jenny Davis, watching by her, and tending her
with the care of a daughter.  After I had dressed the poor creature's
burnt limbs, and done all I could to alleviate her sufferings, Jenny
told me that when crossing the mountain that evening on her way home,
and having nearly reached the bottom, she observed an unusual light
streaming out of the window of Old Mountain Moggy's hovel.  Believing
that the hut must be on fire, she hurried up towards it, though she
feared that she should be too late to render any effectual assistance to
its half-witted inmate.  So indeed she would, had not another person
most providentially arrived before her.  On looking in at the window as
she passed she saw a young gentleman--a tourist, she supposed--kneeling
down by the side of the poor creature; his great-coat was off, he having
with it extinguished the flames with which he said that he had found her
almost surrounded.  Happily, from the great number of under-garments she
wore, only the outer rags had caught.  He had been sitting on a rock
above the hovel, and hearing a scream, and seeing a light break forth
through a hole in the roof, he ran down, on the chance of something
being wrong, and was undoubtedly the means of saving the poor creature
from instant destruction.  He and Jenny together lifted Moggy on to her
straw bed, and in so doing a piece of burnt stick still smouldering fell
out from among her clothes.  This was evidently what had set her on
fire, but how it had come there, was the question.  Jenny was loud in
her praise of the young gentleman.  He was so gentle, and kind, and
didn't mind touching the dirty old creature, and helping to place her in
an easy position.  He took out his purse, and observing that he hadn't
much money, he gave her a handful of shillings, as he said, to help to
pay the doctor and to buy her some proper food and clothing.
Fortunately he saw a boy crossing the mountain, and running after him he
gave him a shilling to go and call a doctor.  The lad naturally came to
me.  The young gentleman would not tell Jenny his name, saying, `names
don't signify.'  He had to get back to his inn on the other side of the
mountain, and as it was growing dark he could wait no longer; but, as
Jenny said, ran off as fast as a deer up the steep, singing and jumping
as merry as a lark.  He told Jenny that, if he could, he would come back
to learn how the poor old creature might be getting on, but that he
feared he should be living too far off to reach her on foot.  This
account was, I own, like a gleam of sunshine, though it threw into a yet
darker shade the sad account of an act of which I am compelled to tell
you.  Having dressed Old Moggy's hurts, I observed several stones, some
lying on the bed, and others scattered about the floor of the hut.  A
large one I especially remarked on the hearth, and which I had no doubt
had struck the embers of the fire, and been the immediate cause of its
bursting into a flame, and igniting the poor creature's clothes.  I
asked Jenny if she could account for the stones being, as they were,
scattered about in every direction; and she then gave me a history of a
piece of barbarous cruelty, the result of a thoughtlessness and an
amount of ignorance I should scarcely have expected in the actors.
Jenny, though in most respects a true Welshwoman, is free from the
ignorant superstition which forms so sad an ingredient in the character
of the uneducated peasants of these mountain districts, and was grieved
when she found that poor Old Moggy had become the victim of the gross
superstition of her neighbours, by whom she is reputed to be a witch who
has flown across the sea from distant parts for the purpose of taking
possession of the wretched hovel on the mountain.  `I do think, sir,'
said Jenny, `if the poor creature had had the power of flying, she'd
have flown to a better sort of a place than this poor shed, scarcely fit
to shelter a gipsy's donkey from a snow-storm.  When once the mind
strays away from the truth, it's impossible to say what follies it won't
believe.  People don't seem to see the foolishness and nonsense of their
own stones.  If they'd seen her, as I have, in her right mind, they'd
know that a friend of the Evil One couldn't talk as she talks; and as
for flying, poor old creature! she can scarcely drag one foot after the
other,' Jenny Davis is a thoughtful and sensible woman, though her
exterior is somewhat rough," observed the Doctor, who was evidently
unwilling, sooner than he could, to repeat the story he had heard.  He
continued, however: "Jenny gave little heed to these foolish stories,
till one day one of her boys came from playing on the mountain-side,
with a scared look, and almost breathless, saying that the witch had run
after him, shrieking out, and uttering the most dreadful threats.  On
cross-questioning the child, she found that he did not actually see
Moggy running after him, but that his companions said she was, while the
shrieks and cries were the result of his imagination.  She determined,
however, to go and see the old woman herself.  Being a woman of action,
she immediately set off.  When she got near the hovel she found a number
of boys yelling, hooting, and throwing stones at it.  On her demanding
why they did so, they said that the old witch was within, and had done
them all some mischief.  She had stolen the ducks of the mother of one
of them, had milked the cows of a second, and a third declared that she
had prevented the butter from coming in his mother's churn.  One urchin
asserted that his father's horse had died in consequence of her
incantations, and another, that she had given his younger brother the
croup; indeed, every one had some sort of complaint to make, and
vehemently declared that they would pay her out.  Whilst she was arguing
with them the door opened, and Old Moggy appeared, an unattractive
figure, bent with age, covered with rags, and her countenance
weather-beaten and scared, and expressive of a melancholy, wild, and
restless spirit.  The boys, on catching a momentary glimpse of her (for
she instantly again closed the door), turned round, and scampered down
the mountain.  Jenny confessed that she at first felt inclined to follow
them, but once more the door slowly opened, and the poor creature looked
out to ascertain if her tormentors had gone off.  Not seeing them she
came out, and Jenny heard her in a plaintive voice thanking God for
having delivered her from her enemies; then she broke into a low wail,
the words she uttered being disconnected and incoherent.  She was on her
knees, with her hands clasped and her countenance upturned towards
heaven.  Jenny's heart was more touched than she had expected.  Going up
to the old woman, she said, `These bad boys have been teasing you sadly,
I fear, Moggy.'  A vacant stare was at first the only reply she
received, but on repeating her words Moggy seemed to gather their
meaning, and answered, `Ay, sadly, sadly; but ye knows what we have been
taught to say by One who loved us, and died for us.  "Forgive us our
trespasses, as we forgive them that trespass against us."  So ye see
that I forgive them, and I pray for them.  I pray that they may never be
poor and helpless as I am, that they may never be so afflicted in mind
and body, and that no evil may fall on their heads; and God will hear my
prayers just as much as He will the prayers of the great, and wealthy,
and learned, and young, and strong, and happy,' Then she suddenly
stopped, and began to shriek wildly and wring her hands, moaning out,
`No father, no husband, no child--all, all gone.  Oh, my child, my boy,
my hope, my pride!'  Jenny tried to soothe and comfort her, and after a
long time succeeded in leading her back into the hut, where she became
more tranquil, but still apparently was unable to give any connected
account of herself.  Jenny then, from the basket she was carrying to
market, gave her some food, for which she looked grateful, but said
nothing.  After this, by little acts of kindness, Jenny gradually
obtained the helpless creature's confidence; and daily, whenever able,
went at the same hour to disperse the boys, who after school hours have,
it sterns, been in the habit of assembling, for their amusement, to
torment her.  Jenny had often threatened to complain to the parents of
the boys, and, should they not attend to her complaints, to place the
whole case before the magistrates.  She had complained to several whose
children she recognised, but they either took no notice of what she
said, or were very angry with her; and she had therefore resolved, the
next time she found any boys ill-treating the old woman, to put her
threat into execution.  `Yes, sir, and that I must do, even though some
be gentlefolks' sons; one be your son, sir, and sorry I have to speak
it.  It's that young Master William of yours, and he is the most daring
and outrageous of the lot,' she added.  `It's a shame, sir, I'm sure
you'll allow, that they should go on so; for a more harmless
sorrow-stricken soul I have never met in my life than poor Old Moggy
here.  All she's gone through would make a book, and it's not to be
wondered at that with all her trials, and care, and the cruelty she
meets, she is often crazy like.  Maybe she's listening now, and knows
what I say, for at times she has got as much sense as any one; and it's
then that she feels her loneliness, and poverty, and wretchedness, and
that makes her go off again as bad as ever, so it seems to me, sir.'  I
would not at first believe the truth of the accusation brought against
William, but on closely questioning Jenny, I found that, without doubt,
it is unfortunately the fact that one of our children is capable of thus
cruelly ill-treating one of his fellow-creatures; and that he is so
ignorant as not to be aware of his crime; indeed he has a vague idea
that he was rather performing a meritorious act."

After sitting silent for some time, and grieving over the delinquencies
of her son, Mrs Morgan, like a tender mother, endeavoured to find some
excuse for his conduct; for one of the hardest trials which parents--who
have learned to look upon sin in its true light--have to bear, is to
discover that any one of their children is guilty of a crime.  The
Doctor, however, upright himself, and having a clear and distinct view
of right and wrong, would not allow himself to find any excuses for the
crime, though anxious as his wife for the good of the criminal; nor did
he fail to blame himself, as Mrs Morgan blamed herself, for allowing
their child, during the most impressible years of his life, to go from
under their charge.

"Still," argued the Doctor, "William has been told what is right and
wrong; he has read the Scriptures.  He has infringed one of the chief
commandments in a most cruel and cowardly manner.  I must not be
indulgent towards a crime which, if his victim dies, the legal authority
of his country will pronounce to be manslaughter.  I will endeavour,
however, first to ascertain how far he is sensible of his fault by
showing him its consequence.  Should he give no proof of penitence I
must resort to severer measures.  I purpose to take all the children
with me to-morrow morning to Old Moggy's hut, and I trust that the sight
William will there witness will prove, as it must if his heart is not
hardened, a sufficient punishment for his act."

"I hope and pray it may," said Mrs Morgan.  "I fear, though, that Miss
Ap Reece was most injudicious in her management of him, and that he has
now been allowed a long course of self-indulgence; and I believe that
nothing more effectually hardens the heart and makes it indifferent to
the feelings of others, to their sorrows and physical sufferings, than
such a mode of treatment."

Long did the Doctor and his wife talk over the subject, and then
kneeling, they earnestly placed the matter before the Throne of Grace,
seeking from thence guidance and strength.  How little, in many
instances, are prosperous, healthy, happy children aware that the chief
cause of their prosperity, health, and happiness, is to be found in the
earnest, trustful prayers of God-fearing parents.  Unhappy the children
who have not praying parents! thrice blessed those who have, and who, at
the same time, set high value on their parents' prayers, and learn
betimes to pray aright, and to pray for them as well as for themselves.



CHAPTER FIVE.

The sky was bright and blue; a fresh breeze, invigorating and pure, came
from the distant sea; the sun, just risen above the mountain tops, shone
down with undiminished lustre on the smiling valley, and all nature
sparkled with life and light, as the young Morgans, having finished
breakfast, assembled at the hall-door to accompany their father on his
proposed walk.  The elder ones remarked that he looked graver than
usual, but hoped that the fresh air and exercise would soon restore his
spirits.  They all enjoyed a walk with him, for he generally took care
to make it interesting, by giving them information on one or more of the
various natural objects they met with.  There was not a tree, a flower,
or a stone, about which he had not something to say which was well worth
hearing.  Charles called them "Father's peripatetic lectures."  This
morning, however, the Doctor was unusually silent.  His daughter Anna
walked by his side, affectionately waiting, in the hopes of an
opportunity to bring forward some subject to enliven him.  Charles also
accompanied him.  The rest of the children kept behind, wondering where
he was going; Willie especially sauntering at some distance, and
thinking that he would rather have been out by himself or with some of
the boys with whom he had lately associated.  Charles, finding that his
father was not inclined to give one of his lectures, bethought him of a
subject likely to interest him.

"I say, father, I wonder when Frank will be here.  His ship was expected
at Plymouth every day.  I sent a letter for him to Fox, giving him full
directions how he was to find his way here, so that if he could get
leave he might come up at once.  My only fear is that he may not have
any cash for his journey.  I begged Fox to advance it, but Frank may not
think of asking him.  He'll have a great deal to tell us about the
Pacific and the coral islands, the Sandwich Islanders, and the other
natives, once horrible savages, now mostly Christians.  And those people
of Fiji--the Black Cannibals of the Pacific as they were called--I want
to know if they are as bad as has been represented."

"Yes, your brother Frank will have much to say," remarked the Doctor,
and again relapsed into silence.

"I hope he may bring Tom Holman with him.  I should like to see the man
who saved his life, that I might thank him as he deserves for his
bravery," said Anna.  "Dear Frank, if it had not been for Holman we
might never have seen him again."

"Yes, indeed, I should like to see Holman, the fine and gallant fellow,"
exclaimed Charles.  "The puzzle will be how to get him here.  I know
that seamen have difficulty in obtaining leave till their ship is paid
off, and then there is the expense of the journey.  However, I will do
my best to manage that."

"And I will help you," said Anna.  "I will sell some of my fowls, and
the egg money of last year, which I have never spent, and old Mrs
Taffety's present, which mamma says I have a right to do just what I
like with.  Oh, there will be no difficulty about money matters if Frank
can get leave for Tom Holman.  It will be very nice to see him and to
thank him, though it will be difficult to thank him enough."

Dr Morgan had not joined in the conversation of his elder children.  He
appeared to be absorbed in his own thoughts.  Once or twice he glanced
round to ascertain if William was following.  He continued for some time
along the road leading to the village, and then suddenly turned into a
path leading up the mountain.  William began to feel not very
comfortable when he saw this.  Still his father might possibly intend to
cross over the mountain.  He lingered still farther behind, and when he
saw him turn off again up the uneven path which led to poor Old Moggy's
hut he was strongly inclined to run away.

Surely his father would not wish to go inside the hut.  What could he
have to say to the old woman?  However, go on he must.  Fortunately,
Charles dropped behind the Doctor, and Anna and William hurried up to
him.

"Charley, is papa really going into the witch's den?" he exclaimed in a
tone of alarm.  "She will be doing him some harm, I am sure."

"Nonsense, Willie," answered Charles.  "I did not fancy that a fellow
with a head on his shoulders could be such a goose."

"Goose or no goose, I don't wish to fall into the old witch's clutches,
nor papa, nor any of us either," muttered William, as Charles walked on
again rapidly to catch up their father, and to give a helping hand to
the two younger ones.  Willie's foolish fears increased when he saw his
father walk up to the door of the hut, and still more alarmed did he
become when the Doctor, lifting the latch, went in, and then turned
round and beckoned to him to enter, though Arthur and Mabel were allowed
to remain outside.  Most unwillingly he obeyed; but when he got inside
the door, not a step farther could he bring himself to advance, and from
the furtive glances which he ever and anon cast through the doorway, it
was very evident that he would make his escape if he dared.  Even
Charles and Anna drew back from the pitiable object which met their
sight.  The light streaming through the window fell on a low pallet, on
which, covered with a sheet, lay the form of Mountain Moggy.  By her
side sat Jenny Davis, whom William recognised as her champion who had
threatened him and his companions with condign punishment if they ever
again attacked the old woman.  Something dreadful was going to happen--
William scarcely knew what.  A glance his father cast at him made him
understand that he must not move.  Of course Jenny Davis had told
everything.  After exchanging a few words with Jenny, the Doctor lifted
the sheet from off Moggy's feet.

"William, come here and witness the effects of your cruelty," he said in
a stern voice, very unlike that in which he was accustomed to address
his children.  "Now look at those poor burnt hands.  You, and those with
you, I have no doubt, caused all the pain this poor woman is now
suffering; and should she die, at whose door, think you, will the guilt
lie?"

William could not answer.  The Doctor, taking out some salves he had
brought with him, began to dress the poor creature's limbs.  Anna could
not refrain from tears, while she went forward to assist her father and
kind Jenny.  William stood by without uttering a word, and feeling as he
had never felt before.

When the sufferer's hands and feet were once more covered up, the Doctor
directed Charles to call in the younger children.

"Listen to what Jenny Davis will tell you," he said, when they were all
assembled round the bed.

"Ah, sir, I have a tale to tell which would soften a heart of stone; but
I hope none of these young people have hearts of that sort," remarked
Jenny, fixing her eyes on William.  "She has told me how it all
happened, and it may be a warning to that young gentleman never to throw
stones at any human being, even though they may be deserted; or, for
that matter, at any living creature.  They cannot tell where the stone
may strike, and what harm it may do.  Well, sir, Old Moggy was sitting
at her poor fire when those cruel boys came up here again to play off
their cowardly tricks.  They talk of her imps doing mischief, though
they were the imps, and they were doing the mischief, I'm thinking.
Stone after stone was thrown in on her.  At last one struck the hearth
and sent a burning stick under her feet.  While she stooped down to
remove it, another large one gave her a blow on the head which must have
stunned her, for she fell to the ground and her clothes began to burn.
The agony she was suffering brought her in some degree to her senses
again, when she found herself surrounded by flames, and believed that
she was going to be burnt to death.  There was nobody near that she knew
of to help her, and she couldn't help herself; she knew that, so she
prayed for the help of God.  Just then the door burst open, and the
young gentleman I told you of ran in, and throwing his coat over her,
put out the fire.  I came in soon after, and helped to put her on the
bed.  I think that the young gentleman burnt his own hands not a little
in tearing off the burning clothes which his coat couldn't cover, but he
said it was just nothing, and wouldn't let me look at them even before
he went away."

"What a brave, noble fellow!" exclaimed Charles.  "I should like to have
made his acquaintance."

"So indeed should I," cried Anna.  "Do not you know his name, Jenny?"

"No, my sweet miss, I don't," answered the Welshwoman.  "But I think I
know where it's written, and that's where the names of the cruel, and
selfish, and heartless will never be found."

"God bless him!  God bless him!" said a deep voice from the bed.

The children started; it was the voice of Old Moggy.  They had not
supposed she was listening, much less that she was capable of speaking.
The rest of the children remembered William's remarks on the previous
evening, and all eyes were turned on him.  He stood white as ashes, and
trembling in every limb.  While they had before been speaking, the
window had been darkened by a person passing before it.  William had
remarked it, and he had taken it into his head that it was that of a
person come to carry him off to prison for his misdeeds.  The rest had
been so interested in what they were hearing that they had not observed
that a stranger was near them.

"Ye said that she knows the truth; ay, that she does, and practises what
the Word of Truth tells us; for instead of railing she blesses, and from
her heart forgives them who have ill-treated her," said Jenny.  "Poor,
harmless, weary soul that she is!  Those young ones who stand there can
know little of the sorrows and trials she has been called on to endure.
She has seen loss of parents, and property, and husband, and child, and
her good name, and all that we think makes life pleasant; and now that
she has found her way to this lone place, to die in peace, the Evil One
has made these lads come up here to mock and torment her.  I mind
reading of a good prophet going to a certain village in a foreign land,
and the lads came out and mocked him, and called him old bald-head, and
what do ye think happened?  Why, two she-bears came out of a wood and
destroyed forty and two of them.  I don't mean to say that Old Moggy is
like the old prophet, but yet she is aged and friendless; and those who
abuse and ill-treat her are, in the eyes of the Almighty, doing a great
wickedness; that they are, I'm sure."

While Jenny was speaking, the lips of the sufferer were seen to move;
and in the same deep tones which had before been heard, the words came
forth, "but forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive them that trespass
against us.  Yes, yes: oh, I forgive them; they didn't know any better;
they thought I was a witch; they thought I could work charms, and had
bad power.  Oh! they would not have done as they did if they had known
of my weary, weary, aching heart; my poor boy underneath the sea--my
husband drowned before my eyes--my sad, sad days, my sleepless nights--
my wandering brain--my hunger and thirst--my wretched, wretched life for
long, long lonesome years.  All these things you did not know of, young
gentleman, when you and your companions threw stones at me.  Don't think
I would curse you for it.  No, no.  Come near, my children.  I bless
you, ay! from my heart, all of you.  You who ill-treated me and you who
never did me harm."

Slowly and reluctantly, with awe in their countenances, the children
drew still nearer to the bed.  The old woman's voice had dropped through
weakness and exhaustion, yet she continued--

"My lot has been very hard, very hard; yet I have had a Friend above who
has upheld and comforted me.  And yet I have had many trials, many
trials, many trials.  My brain reels and wanders.  I think of my husband
and my boy, my only boy, many fathoms deep beneath the cold, cold waves,
and then my head turns and my heart changes into stone, and I forget
where I am and what has happened."

The old woman began to ramble, and suddenly burst forth in the wild song
which she had been singing on the previous evening.

Jenny Davis shook her head, observing, "She'll not be right after this
for some time.  When the fit comes on her there's no more sense to be
looked for till she has had some rest."

"I will send her up a quieting draught and some wholesome food, which
will probably do her more good than any medicine," said the Doctor,
taking Anna's hand, and motioning the others to move towards the door.

William had hitherto not spoken a word.  "Papa, may I take her up the
medicine and food?" he said, and big tears rolled down his cheeks.

"Yes, William, you may," was the answer.

Dr Morgan and his children had got outside the hut, and were on their
way down the steep side of the mountain, when they heard a cheery shout
behind them.  Turning round, Anna instantly sprang up the hill, and in
another moment was in the arms of a young gentleman who was running down
to meet them.

"It is Frank!  It is Frank!" burst from the lips of the rest.

"Why, father!  Charley! who would have thought it?" cried the young
stranger, warmly greeting them; "and Willie, and Mabel, and Arthur!
What big people they have become!  I little expected to have found you
so soon; and you were in that poor old woman's hut, too!  Well, that is
curious!  The truth is, I am lost, or rather I couldn't find you.  I
mislaid Charley's letter, and though I thought I knew the name of the
place, I found, when I got into the country, that I hadn't the slightest
notion of what it was; and after wandering about for a couple of days, I
determined to write to old Evans, at Bangor, and to await his answer at
the inn on the other side of the mountain."

"Then, Frank, you are the young gentleman who saved Old Moggy's life,"
said Anna.  "How delightful!"

"Oh, did I?  I merely threw my jacket over the poor creature's legs, and
put out the fire which had caught her clothes and would have burnt her,"
answered the midshipman.  "I am very glad I was of use, though it's not
a thing to be proud of.  It was very fortunate, however, for me, for I
don't know how otherwise I should have found you.  There is one thing I
should like to do, and that is to thrash the heartless young monkeys who
threw stones at the poor woman.  If I can find them I will."

William looked down, overwhelmed with shame, and almost wished that
Frank _would_ thrash him.

"Then what brought you back to the hut, my boy?" asked the Doctor.

"Oh, to look after the poor old woman," said Frank, "I understood from
the nurse--Jenny Davis she told me was her name--that she has no
friends, and so I thought it was but right and proper to come back and
see how she was getting on.  I dropped a bundle with some old shirts and
other things in at the window; but seeing some people there, not
dreaming that they were all of you, I of course wouldn't go in.  I
waited, expecting you soon to go away, and fortunately I made you out,
or I should have gone back to my inn, and not known that I had been
close to you."

"Bless you, my boy, bless you! may you ever act in the same way from
principle, and not merely from the impulse of the heart, good as that
may be," said the Doctor, warmly, pressing Frank's hand, and undoubtedly
feeling the contrast between his conduct and that of William.  "And now
let us hear something about yourself," he continued, in a more cheerful
tone than he had hitherto been speaking in.

The young sailor had plenty to talk about, though, as he remarked, he
found his words apt to block up the hatchway, he was in such a hurry to
get them out of the hold.

Charles and Anna were eager to hear about Tom Holman, and William would
have liked to hear what his brother was saying, but, in shame, he hung
back some way behind the rest, and when they reached the house his
father told him to go to his room, and wait there till summoned Frank
saw that there was something wrong, but forbore to inquire, hoping soon
to have an opportunity of pleading for the culprit.

"Ah, that comes, whatever it is, of his being brought up by old Becky Ap
Reece," he thought to himself.  "I am heartily glad he is free of her,
though he may never get a farthing of her money.  He was a plucky little
chap, and with good training something might be made of him; but she
treated him like one of her poodles, and would soon have made him of no
more use in the world than a puppy dog."

Though Frank Morgan was thoughtful, he was one of the merriest fellows
under the sun, and among the lightest of heart though not of head.
Frank's return brought life and spirit into the house; for Charles,
though highly esteemed, was grave and somewhat reserved; Anna was sedate
and quiet; and William, since his return home, had been very
troublesome, and was looked upon generally as an arrant pickle; while
the Doctor and Mrs Morgan were so much occupied that they were unable
to think of amusements for their children.  Everything, however, was to
give way in order to make Frank enjoy his short visit at home; and
picnics and several pleasant excursions were planned that he might find
the time as pleasant as possible.



CHAPTER SIX.

Dr Morgan loved William fully as much as he did the rest of his
children, but he saw that correction was necessary to cure him.  Instead
of being allowed to welcome Frank with the rest of the family, William
was sent to his room, where he remained by himself, not knowing what was
next to happen.  He was very sorry for what he had done; he had seen the
fearful consequences of his cruelty, by which he might have deprived a
fellow-creature of life; indeed, he knew not even now whether Old Moggy
might not die; and he also saw his own folly in believing that a poor
weak old creature, who could not preserve herself from injury, could
injure others in the way she was accused of doing, and he wished that he
had not thrown stones at her.  These thoughts made him very
uncomfortable, and he would have been glad to go anywhere, or do
anything which would enable him to cast them away from him.  It was a
great relief when his father came with the medicine and other things for
Old Moggy, and told him that he might take them to her, but must return
immediately to his room, without stopping to talk to any one.

"Solitude is good for our spiritual welfare, to allow of reflection, but
we must not permit it to hinder us in the performance of the active
duties of life," observed the Doctor to his wife, when he told her how
he purposed treating William.  "He wished to take the things to her, and
he is the fittest person to do so.  It is well that he should feel that
he is useful and doing his duty; but at the same time it is necessary
that he should understand that the so doing cannot exonerate him from
the consequences of his transgressions."

William hastened out of the house with his basket.  He knew that if he
met any of his school companions they would ask him how long he had
turned apothecary's boy, what wages he got, and whether he made the
pills as well.  He determined not to mind.  Still he anxiously looked
about, fearing some might appear.  He ran on, therefore, till he reached
the steep part of the path up the mountain.  As he climbed up his heart
again failed him, for he began to fear that Jenny Davis would at all
events scold him, and that perhaps Moggy, seeing him alone, would say
something disagreeable.  Still, as he had volunteered to go, it would be
arrant cowardice if he turned back.  He reached the hut and looked in at
the window.  Jenny saw him, and saw that he had a basket in his hand.

"Come in, come in, my good young sir," she exclaimed.

The words encouraged William, and he entered.

"It's like your father's son to come and visit the poor and the
afflicted," she added.  "I'm sure I thank ye, and so does she who lies
there, though she's ill able to speak now."

Moggy, whose senses had by this time returned, heard her.

"Ay--bless you, young gentleman! bless you!" she muttered.  "I forgive
you, and thank you, and am your debtor; and there's One above who'll
forgive you if you go to Him."

It surprised and puzzled him that Moggy bore him no ill-will, after all
the injury he had inflicted on her.  He did not stop to inquire how this
was, but, having left the contents of his basket, bent his steps
homeward.  As he wound his way by the path down the mountain-side, at a
far more sedate pace than was his wont, he thought over the matter.
Suddenly the words of the Lord's Prayer occurred to him--"Forgive us our
trespasses, as we forgive them that trespass against us."

"That's it; she has been very wicked, and so she forgives me that she
may be forgiven," he said to himself.  "But then I have been very wicked
too, and I have nobody to forgive.  I don't know anybody who has done me
harm; I wish that somebody would, and then I might forgive them."  He
reached home, and made his way to his room again.  No one came near him
all day.  At dinner-time Anna stole up with a plate of meat and
vegetables.  She placed it before him, but he felt very little
inclination to eat.  Anna was about to quit the room; Willie stopped
her.

"I know I am very wicked, but I don't know what to do!" he exclaimed,
sobbing.  "I wish that papa would come and tell me."

Anna reported these words to their father.  The Doctor might have
hastened at once to Willie, but he judged it wiser to allow the good
impression that had been formed to take root.  He therefore sent him up
the Bible, by Anna, and begged him to read the answer of Paul to the
gaoler at Philippi.  Anna showed him other texts of Scripture--"Blessed
are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy"; and then pointed out
warnings against those who wrong and oppress the poor and the afflicted.

"I know, I know that I have done very wrong, and am very wicked," sobbed
William.  "Do you think God will pardon me?  I do not feel as if I could
do anything to make God forgive me, or love me, or be kind to me again."

Anna stopped to collect her thoughts before she spoke; she then said--

"I am very sure that you never can do anything to make God forgive you,
dear Willie; and yet I am sure that God _will_ forgive you if you seek
Him through the Mediator He has given us.  God loves to be gracious.  If
you really are sorry for what you have done, if you repent, not because
your fault has brought you into trouble and disgrace, but because you
have offended God, then God will assuredly pardon you, for He has
promised in His Holy Word to do so.  He says `Knock and it shall be
opened to you, seek and ye shall find'; so you see, dear Willie, you may
be pardoned if you seek it in the right way."

And she spoke of God's love in sending His blessed Son to save us from
our sins, and of the Holy Spirit that He gives us to soften our hard
hearts and make them tender, as well as to teach us always what we ought
to do.

When she ceased speaking he was sobbing, but not bitterly.

"Pray for me, Anna," said he; "I am not able to pray for myself."

"Oh, be sure all those who love you will pray for you," she answered,
kissing him.  "Papa and mamma pray for us night and morning, I am
certain of that; and it makes me very happy and confident to think so.
But still, dear Willie, remember always that we must pray for
ourselves."

"Yes, I know, and I will try," said William, as his sister left the
room.

The evening approached.  Charles brought him up some tea and
bread-and-butter, but said nothing.  No one else came near him, not even
Frank.  He thought that Frank might have come, but still he could not
complain.  How different had been his brother's conduct and his own
towards poor Old Moggy!  He had thought her a witch, and thrown stones
at her, and called her all sorts of bad names; while brave Frank had
risked burning himself to save her, and had kindly treated her, and
given her money, and come back to see how she was faring.

"And they say that there are no such things as witches, or ugly ghosts
wandering about, or such-like creatures," he thought to himself.  "I
always fancied there were, but papa must be right, and I am sure I hope
that there are not.  And as God loves us I don't think He would let such
things be, to come and frighten us, certainly not to harm or frighten
those who love Him.  How very, very foolish I have been, to believe all
the nonsense I have heard."

With these thoughts, repentant Willie fell asleep.  He did not see that
his parents entered, when the rest of the family were gone to bed, and
bending over him observed how placidly he slept.  Then they knelt down
together and earnestly prayed for his spiritual welfare.  He had sorely
felt their absence all day, and was inclined to believe that their love
was estranged from him.  How far was this from the truth!  Thus it is
that our Heavenly Father deals with His erring children.  He shuts
Himself out from them.  He allows evil to overtake them, but not the
less does He love them.  He thus afflicts them that they may more fully
feel their dependence on Him, and return like the prodigal to His arms.



CHAPTER SEVEN.

Frank had to return to his ship, but after a short cruise he wrote word
that he had again got leave to go home; and this time he hoped to be
accompanied by his shipmate, the preserver of his life, Tom Holman.  The
family at the rectory were as eager to see Tom as they were before.
Some changes had taken place among them.  Willie was very different to
what he had been.  His masters remarked that he was much improved.  From
being the most idle, he was now one of the most attentive and obedient
of their scholars.  His parents, too, believed that they had discovered
a real change of heart.  His godmother, Miss Becky Ap Reece, had died
and left him her heir, her property realising a far larger sum than had
been expected; indeed, it was surmised that the poor lady must have lost
a considerable portion of her income at cards, or she would have been
able to live in better style, or have done more good with it than she
had done.

As soon as William heard that cousin Becky's property had been left to
him, though of course he was ignorant of its value, he entreated that he
might give it to Old Moggy to make her comfortable.

"What, all, Willie? all your fortune?" asked his father, with a feeling
of pleasure about his heart.

"O yes, papa, I do not think that I have a right to spend any of it on
myself, while she is suffering in consequence of my wickedness,"
answered Willie, with perfect sincerity.

"I rejoice to hear you say so, my dear boy, but the matter is not left
in your power, nor indeed in mine.  Until you are of age, the interest
of the capital can alone be spent; and I, as your guardian, have
authority only to expend it on your proper maintenance and education.
It is only, therefore, by denying yourself all luxuries and amusements,
and by saving pocket-money, with which I am directed to supply you, that
you can help poor Moggy as you desire."

"Oh then, that is what I will do," exclaimed Willie.  "Don't give me any
pocket-money, or let me have any amusements which cost money.  That's
almost what I wanted to do; though I should like to set her up as a
lady, or in a comfortable house, with a servant to attend on her."

"That would not be wise, Willie," remarked Dr Morgan.  "You would
expend all your means on one person, giving her more than she requires;
and though it would save you trouble, you would be prevented from
benefiting others; whereas you should calculate the means at your
disposal, and take trouble to ascertain how much good you can possibly
do with it.  I am also bound to give you your pocket-money, provided I
do not find that you make a bad use of it.  You must decide how it is to
be spent, and of course you are at liberty to return it to me to spend
for you."

"Oh, that will do, that will do!" exclaimed Willie, with pleasure in his
tone.  "But you will help me, papa, in doing what is best with it?"

"I have already anticipated some of your wishes with respect to poor
Moggy, and we will see what more can be done to make her comfortable.
She says that she prefers Windyside to any other spot on earth, and has
no wish to move from it."

On a fine day, when the sun was shining brightly over mountain and moor,
and his beams were lighting up the pine-trees and the once dark, ruinous
hovel on the hillside, Dr Morgan with most of his children took their
way towards Old Moggy's abode.  It was greatly changed for the better.
A chimney was now to be seen rising above the roof, which had been fresh
tiled; there was glass in the window, a latch on the door, which had
been repaired, and the lichen-covered walls had been scraped, fresh
pointed, and white-washed.  When the party got inside they discovered an
equally agreeable change.  A thick curtain divided the room; a screen
kept off the draught when the door was opened; the walls were whitened,
and there was a cupboard, and a table and chairs, and several shelves,
on which rested some neat crockery.  On the inside of the curtain there
was a comfortable bed, and some thick matting on the floor.  Old Moggy
was seated in a large easy-chair, with her feet on the old stool, which
before was one of her sole articles of furniture, and good Jenny Davis
was making up a nice fire of coals, on which to cook some wholesome meat
and vegetables which she had just brought from the market.

"She's getting quite strong and hearty, with the good food and
kindness," answered Jenny to the Doctor's question, "How is Moggy
to-day?"

"She can talk to ye as clear and sensibly as any one; ay, and there are
some glorious things she has been saying to me, which have done my soul
a world of good."

"Ay, Doctor Morgan, in one thing Jenny speaks truth.  I don't feel the
poor demented creature I was a few short months ago," said Moggy; "and
it's your tender kindness, and that of your dear boy, Master Willie, and
the rest of your children, has brought about the change which ye see in
me.  I am clothed, and in my right mind; and yet, through the mercy of
God, I never, even when my mind was wrong, was cast out from Him.  I
still sought Him, and found Him.  He watched over me and protected me."

"Be assured, Moggy," said the Doctor, "that we are well repaid for what
we have done for you.  But I must not stay.  I came up with my children
to-day to see how you were.  You require no doctoring, and so I must
away.  Anna, however, will remain with the rest, as she has brought up a
book to read, which may interest you."

When the Doctor had gone Anna took a seat by Moggy's side, and Willie
begged Jenny to give him some employment which might be of use.

"There's little enough, my sweet young master, that is fit for you to
do," answered Jenny.  "There are those few pots and pans to clean, and
some cups and saucers, and plates and spoons, and knives and forks, but
sure that's not work fit for a young gentleman's hands."

"Oh, any work is fit for me, if it is to serve Moggy," said William,
rubbing away at the articles which were placed by his side.

Anna read on in her sweet, low voice.  The book contained a true history
of one who bore suffering and affliction with patience and perfect
resignation to the Divine will for long, long years, till health came
back and she enjoyed peace and happiness in this world, and departed
full of joy and hope.  Moggy, who seemed deeply interested, instantly
applied the history to herself.

"That's me, that's me," she muttered.  "I have got peace and comfort,
and it's a happiness to have all these loving, dear children round me."
She paused and sighed deeply, as if a recollection of the past had come
suddenly on her, for she added, "But ah, who can bring back the dead--
those who lie far, far away in their ocean grave?  No joy for me here
till I know that I am departing to meet them."

"Dear Moggy," said Anna, interrupting her gently, and fearing that she
might give way to her feelings too much, "you have more than once
promised that you would give us some of your past history.  We should
very much like to hear it, provided you do not dwell too long on the
more painful portions."

Moggy looked up at her with a sad expression in her eyes.

"Ah, sweet Miss Anna, you do not know what you ask," she answered.  "If
I were to tell you my history without the sad portions there truly would
be little to tell; but I will not therefore deny you.  It will do me
good, maybe, to know that those I love are acquainted with my griefs,
and can pity me, and as it were share them with me."

"We know that you have had sore troubles, and we pity you for them, and
we have all learned to love you because you bear them so patiently,"
said Anna; "therefore if it gives you pain do not talk of your past
history."

"Ay, that is kind in you, Miss Anna, to say, but I have the wish now to
tell you all; what I have been, and how I came to be as I am," said
Moggy.  "Master Willie, ask Master Charles to come in (Charles had
returned outside the cottage to botanise), then I'll tell ye all, yes,
all.  Often and often I've thought of the past, so it does not seem
strange to me as it will to you, dear Miss Anna, but ye will not weep
for me, for it's long, long since I wept for myself."

A shout from William made Anna run to the door, and from thence she saw
Charley shaking hands with their brother Frank, and Willie running down
the hill towards them.  Another person stood by, who must be, she was
certain, Tom Holman.  Looking into the cottage again, and crying out,
"Frank has come!  Frank has come!" she also ran down the hill towards
her brothers.  There were warm greetings, and smiles, and laughter; and
then Frank sang out, "Hillo, Tom, come up here.  My brothers and sister
want to thank you for enabling me to get back and see them; and tell
them how you picked me out of the water and saved my life, and have
taken such good care of me ever since."

Tom had, with true politeness, gone some way off out of ear-shot of the
brothers and sister when they met.  The latter words were addressed to
him, and with the activity of a seaman he sprang up the hill towards
them.  He did not quite come up to the idea Anna had formed of him.
Though dressed as a seaman, he was somewhat different to the
commonly-received notions of what a British tar is like; still less
could he be compared to a refined pirate or dashing rover of romance.
He was an ordinary sized, sunburnt, darkish man of middle age, with a
somewhat grave expression of countenance.  When he spoke, however, a
pleasant smile lit up his firm mouth, and his eyes beamed with
intelligence.  Anna, Charles, and Willie went forward, and putting out
their hands one after the other, shook his cordially, and thanked him,
in a few simple words, for the manly services he had rendered Frank;
each hoping to find means of proving their gratitude in a more
substantial way than by words alone.  Tom answered them in a pleasant
voice, evidently gratified by the way they had treated him.

"Why you see, Miss Morgan and young gentlemen, it was your brother first
did me a service, and a very great one too, and so I felt very grateful,
and a liking to him, and that made me have my eye oftener on him when
there was any danger abroad, and be oftener talking to him; and so, do
ye see, all the rest followed in course."

"We never heard of Frank doing anything for you," answered Anna.  "We
thought that the obligation was all on his side."

"Come, Tom, don't talk about that just now," cried Frank.  "I say, Anna,
how's Old Moggy?  I'm glad to see that you have painted up her abode.  I
must go up and see her at once, and introduce Tom to her; she'll like to
hear about the foreign parts he has been to."

Saying this, he ran up the hill towards the hut.  The rest of the party
followed more slowly.  Tom remained outside; the young Morgans entered.
They found Frank seated opposite to Moggy, talking away to her, and
telling her how happy he was to see her so comfortable.  The poor old
woman was much gratified with the attention paid her.

"But where is Tom?" cried Frank.  "Willie, tell him to come in.  I want
to introduce him to Moggy.  He will be interested in her, for a kinder
heart than his does not beat in the bosom of any man, woman, or child
that I know of."

Tom soon made his appearance, doffing his tarpauling as he entered, and
taking a seat to which Frank pointed, nearly opposite Moggy.

For a minute or more after Tom had taken his seat Moggy was silent, when
bending forward, and shrouding her grey eyebrows with her withered hand,
with unexpected suddenness she said, in a deep, low voice, and a strange
inquiring expression in her countenance--

"Who are you, and where do you come from?"

"A seaman, mother," answered Tom, "and shipmate for many a year with
young Mister Morgan here."

The old woman scarcely seemed to understand what was said, but kept
muttering to herself, and intently gazing at Tom.

"Come, Moggy, you'll stare my shipmate out of countenance, for he's a
bashful man, though a brave one," cried Frank, who fancied that his
friend did not like the scrutiny he was undergoing.  Frank produced the
effect he wished, and Moggy at once resumed the placid manner she had of
late exhibited.

"Your pardon, sir; strange fancies come over me at times, though it's
seldom now I get as bad as I used to be," said Moggy.  "I forgot how
time passes, ay, and what changes time works, but I will not trouble you
with my wild fancies.  Your honoured father has shown me how I may put
them to flight by prayer, by looking to Him who died for us, and then
all becomes peace, and joy, and contentment."

"Moggy was just going to give me an account of her early days when you
arrived," said Anna.

"I shall like very much to hear all about her, if Moggy will put off her
history till another day," remarked Frank.  "I promised to return home
again without delay, so we must not remain any longer."

"Remember, children dear, time is in God's hand, not ours.  We propose,
but He disposes as He knows best.  He may think fit to let me live, to
enjoy the comforts you have provided for me in my old age, or He may
think fit to call me home; but while I live my wish will be to please
you if I can benefit you, and my last prayers will be for your welfare."

"Oh, you must live on for many a day, and we must hear your story over
and over again, till we know it by heart," cried Frank, about to go.

"Once for me to tell and once for you to hear would be enough, my dear
lad," said Moggy, shaking her head.

"Good-bye, mother, good-bye," said Tom, his heart evidently touched by
the poor old woman's condition.

"Fare thee well, my son, fare thee well.  May Heaven prosper thee and
guard thee on the perilous waters," answered Moggy, gazing intently at
him as before.  "So like thy countenance, and thy manners."

The rest of the party uttered their farewells, and leaving the hut, took
their way down the mountain.



CHAPTER EIGHT.

Frank was the life of the family in the drawing-room, and Tom interested
and astonished the inmates of the kitchen with the accounts he gave them
of his own adventures and his young officer's exploits and gallant
deeds.  It is possible that some of his companions might have preferred
hearing him sing a rollicking sea song, and seeing him dance a hornpipe,
as most seamen are represented as doing on all possible occasions; but
they soon found out that such was not Tom Holman's way.  He could talk,
though, and laugh, and be very merry at times, and never seemed unhappy;
and Mary Jones, Mrs Morgan's old nurse, declared that he was the
pleasantest, and nicest, and quietest, ay, and more than that, the best
young man she had seen for many a day.  Not that he was very young, for
he was certainly over forty.  Tom Holman was more than pleasant--he was
an earnest, Christian seaman.  Happily there are many such now-a-days,
both in the Royal Navy and in the merchant service--men who are not
ashamed of the Cross of Christ.  Tom and Mrs Jones soon became fast
friends, and it was through her that the way in which he and Frank first
became intimate was known to Mrs Morgan and the rest of the family.

"You see, Mrs Jones," said Tom, as he sat with her in the housekeeper's
room, "I was pretty well a castaway, without friends, without home,
without any one to care for me, or show me the right course to sail on.
I had got hold of some books, all about the rights of man, sneering at
religion, and everything that was right, and noble, and holy; and in my
ignorance I thought it all very fine, and had become a perfect infidel.
All that sort of books writ by the devil's devices have brought
countless beings to destruction--of body as well as of soul.  Our ship
was on the coast of Africa, employed in looking after slavers, to try
and put a stop to the slave trade.  I entered warmly into the work, for
I thought that it was a cruel shame that men, because they had white
skins, more power, and maybe, more sense, should be allowed to carry off
their fellow-men and hold them in bondage.  I was appointed as coxswain
of the boat commanded by Mr Morgan.  Often we used to be sent away in
her for days together from the ship, to lie in wait for slavers.  The
officers on such occasions used to allow us to talk pretty freely to one
another and to express our minds.  One day I said something which showed
Mr Morgan what was in my mind--how dark and ignorant it was.  He
questioned me further, and found that I was an infidel, that I had no
belief in God or in goodness, and that I was unhappy.  Some officers
would have cared nothing for this, or just abused me, called me a fool,
and let me alone; others, who called themselves religious, would have
cast me off as a reprobate.  But Mr Morgan, whom I always thought only
a good-natured, merry young gentleman, did neither; but he stuck to me
like a friend.  Day after day, and night after night, he talked to me,
and reasoned with me, and read to me out of the blessed Gospel, for he
never was without the Book of Life in all our expedition.  [See Note 1.]
Whenever he could get me alone he pleaded earnestly with me, as a
friend, nay, as affectionately as a brother.  In spite of myself, he
made me listen to him, and I learned to love and respect him, even when
I thought myself far wiser than he was.  He persevered.  I began to see
how vile I was, how unlike a pure and holy God; and then he showed me
the only way by which I could become fit to dwell with God.  It seemed
so plain, so simple, so beautiful, so unlike any idea man could
conceive, that I, as it were, sprang to it, just as a drowning man
springs to a rock, and clutching it, lifts himself up clear of the
tangled weeds which are dragging him to destruction.  From that moment I
became a changed man, and gained a peace and happiness of which I knew
nothing before."

"Dr Morgan's regards, and he hopes you'll step into the dining-room,
Mr Holman," said the parlour-maid, opening the door.

Tom was soon seated among the family circle, his manner showing that he
was perfectly at his ease without the slightest show of presumption.

"Tom, they want to hear about our adventures, and I've told them that I
must have you present to confirm my account, lest they should suppose I
am romancing," said Frank, as Tom entered.

"They wouldn't think that, Mr Morgan," answered Tom.  "But, however,
I'll take the helm for a spell if you get out of your right course."

"I don't doubt you, old shipmate," said Frank.  "But before I get under
weigh with my yarn I want you to give them a few pages out of your log
before you and I sailed together."

Tom guessed what this request meant.  "Well, sir, if your honourable
father and mother and you wish it, I'll tell you all I know about
myself.  For what I know to the contrary, I was born at sea.  My first
recollections were of a fearful storm on the ocean.  We were tossing
about in a boat.  One of them, whom I for a long time afterwards thought
was my father, had charge of me.  He was a kind-hearted man, and looked
after me most carefully.  He went by the name of Jack Johnson, but
sailors often change their names, especially if they have deserted, or
have done anything for which they think that they may be punished.  He
always called me Tom, and I didn't know that I had any other name till
he told me that my name was Holman, that he had known my father, who was
a very respectable man, who, with my mother, and many other people, had
been lost at sea.  He said that he had saved me, and that we, with a few
others, were the only people who had escaped from the wreck.  We had
been picked up by a ship outward bound round the Horn.  Two of the men
died, the rest entered on board the whaler, and as the captain could not
well pitch me overboard he was obliged to take me; for indeed Jack, who
was the best seaman of the lot, refused to do duty unless I was put on
the ship's books for rations.  It was a rough school for a child, but I
throve in it, and learned many things, though some of them I had better
not have learned.  The captain seemed a stern and morose man, and for
many months he took no notice of me; but one day as I was trying to
climb up the rattlins of the lower shrouds I fell to the deck.  He ran
to me, lifted me up, and carrying me to his cabin, placed me on his own
bed, and with an anxious countenance examined me all over to find where
I was hurt.  He rubbed my temples and hands, and Jack, who followed him
into the cabin, said he looked quite pleased when I came to again.  I
was some weeks recovering, and he watched over me all the time with as
much care as if I had been his own child.

"`Ah! the man's heart is in the right place, and I'd sooner sail with
him than with many another softer-spoken gentleman I've fallen in with,'
remarked Jack one day after I had recovered.

"We heard from one of the crew, who had before sailed with the captain,
that he had a little son of his own killed from falling on deck, and
this it was which made him take to me."

"Yes, God has implanted right and good feelings in the bosoms of all His
creatures," observed the Doctor.  "But when they are neglected, and sin
is allowed to get the better of them, they are destroyed.  None of our
hearts are in their right place, as the saying is.  They are all by
nature prone to ill.  The same man who was doing you the kindness might
in other ways have been grievously offending God."

"Ay, sir, it might have been; but it would not become me to find fault
with one who had rendered me so great a service," said Tom.  "After I
was well, he used to have me into his cabin every day to teach me to
read and write, and the little learning I ever had I gained from him.
We had been out four years, and the ship had at last got a full cargo,
and was on the point of returning home, when we fell in with another
ship belonging to the same owners.  The captain of her had died, and the
first mate had been washed overboard, and so the supercargo invited our
captain to take charge of her.  As he had no wife nor children living at
home, this he consented to do, and thus it happened that I remained out
in the Pacific another four years.  Tom for my sake went with him to the
other ship.  We were nearly full.

"`One more fish, and then hurrah for old England, lads,' sung out the
captain, as three sperm whales were seen spouting from the mast-head.

"All the boats were immediately lowered.  Jack was in the captain's
boat.  Away they pulled from the ship in chase.  Those sperm whales are
sometimes dangerous creatures to hunt.  We saw that the captain's boat
was fast, that is to say, he had struck the whale.  Away went the boat,
towed at a great rate.  Suddenly she stopped--the whale rose.  The
captain pulled in to strike another harpoon into her.  The monster
reared her powerful tail and struck the boat a blow which split her
clean in two.  We had not a boat left to go to our shipmates'
assistance; the other boats were far away in other directions.  The wind
was light, but we were able to lay up towards the spot where the
accident had occurred.  We could at length see the wreck of the boat and
two men clinging to her.  I hoped that one might be Jack and the other
the captain; for they were, I may well say, the only two people I cared
for in the world, or who cared for me.  Eagerly I looked out.  `It's Jem
Rawlins and Peter Garvin,' I heard some one say.  My heart sank within
me.  Jem and Peter were got on board.  They were, of all the crew, those
I had the least reason to like.  They told us that the poor captain had
got the line entangled round his leg, and had been drawn down when the
whale sounded, and that Jack had been killed by a blow from her tail.
It seemed wonderful that they themselves should have escaped,
considering the fury with which the whale attacked the boat.  Thus was
the last link broken which, as it were, connected me with my lost
relations, and I might say that I had not a friend in the world.  All I
knew about myself was that Jack had saved me from the wreck of a ship
called the `Dove,' which, with my name, `Tom Holman,' he had tattooed on
my arm.  He had also put into a tin case the belt I had on and one or
two other little articles, which tin case was in his chest.  It was
unanimously agreed on board that I should be his heir, so I succeeded to
the chest, the chief article of value in which was the tin case.  I took
it out, and have ever since preserved it carefully, though with little
hope of finding it of use.  I had become very fond of reading, and had
read all the books in the captain's cabin.  There were not many of them,
and there was not one which had religion in it, and I am very certain
that there was not a Bible on board.  I only knew that there was such a
book from the captain, who had read it at home, and I heard him only a
few days before his death regretting that he had not got one.  I believe
our ship was not worse than others, and to the best of my belief not one
of the South Sea whalers we fell in with had a Bible on board.  The
crews, as a rule, were lawless reprobates, and the masters petty
tyrants, who cared nothing for the men, provided they would work to get
their ships full.  We sailed for England by the way of Cape Horn.  I
wished to go there because I wished to see what sort of a country it
was, and to enjoy the amusements of which I heard the men talking.  We
had a prosperous passage till we were in the latitude of the Falkland
Islands, when we were caught in a heavy gale, and after knocking about
for some time in thick weather, when no observation could be obtained,
we found ourselves with breakers under our lee, and a rocky shore
beyond.  The masts were cut away and anchors let go, but to no purpose;
the ship parting from her anchors was driven on the rocks.  Nearly half
the crew were washed away, and the rest of us succeeded in gaining the
shore, soon after which the ship went to pieces, and all the cargo which
we had toiled so hard to collect was returned to the sea from whence it
was obtained.  Very few provisions came on shore, but there was a fair
supply of canvas and plenty of ropes.  We at once therefore put up a
tent for ourselves, and placed all our more valuable possessions under
cover.  With some spars which came on shore we formed a lofty flagstaff,
on which we hoisted a flag, in the hope that it might be seen by some
passing vessel.  There were springs of good water near the shore, and as
long as our provisions lasted we got on pretty well, but when they began
to fail the men looked at each other and asked, `What next?'

"`Oh, some ship must be passing soon, and will take us off,' cried out
two or three, who were unwilling to be placed on reduced rations.

"`But suppose no ship does pass, lads, what will you do?  I have to tell
you that, with the greatest economy, our provisions will not last
another ten days,' said the first mate, who was now captain.  `It is
barren and sandy here, but maybe, if we push our way across the island,
we may find a richer country, and some animals on which we may live.'

"Some agreed to the mate's proposal, others determined to remain on the
sea-shore.  I accompanied the mate.  The provisions were equally
divided, and those who remained said they would try and catch some fish,
in case theirs ran short.

"`Try and catch them at once, then,' said the mate; `don't wait till you
are starving.'

"In our party was a man who had been in South America, and could use the
lasso with dexterity.  He and another man fitted two lines for the
purpose, in the hope of finding some wild animals.  The rest laughed at
them, declaring that in an island where there was not a tree to be seen,
and only some long tufts of grass, it was not likely that we should find
anything but snakes and lizards.  We had made good some ten miles or so,
when we came upon a scene of desolation such as I have seldom elsewhere
met with.  Far as the eye could reach the surface of the ground was one
black mass of cinders.  The men looked at each other.

"`Little prospect of finding any animals hereabouts,' observed one of
the men.

"`Not so sure of that,' said the mate, kicking up the ashes with his
foot.  Under them appeared some blades of green grass just springing up.

"`To my mind the fire has run across the island at this part, which
seems to be somewhat narrow, for from the top of that rock I climbed I
could make out the sea on either hand; and thus, you understand, it may
have driven the animals, if there are any, over to the other parts
beyond, where I hope we may find them.'

"`But how is it that the animals didn't run our way?' asked one of the
men.

"`Because the country where we have been is barren and sandy, and they
have gone to the opposite side, which is very different.  To the best of
my belief we shall find herds of wild cattle feeding on the other side
if we bravely push on.  Here goes, who'll follow?'

"Saying this, the mate walked on quickly into the sea of cinders.  I ran
after him, and the rest followed.  The mate supposed that the fire had
occurred only a short time before we reached the island, and had been
put out by the storm which had driven us on shore, or rather by the rain
which accompanied it.  We had to sleep that night in the middle of the
cinders, without a drop of water to drink.  Some of the men grumbled,
but the mate told them that they ought to be thankful, because there was
no chance of our being burned, which there might be if we were sleeping
in the long grass.

"`Ah, lads, every situation has its advantages, if we will but look for
them,' he remarked; and I have often since thought of that saying of
his.

"On we went, the mate leading, the men often unwilling to proceed till
he uttered a few words of encouragement.  At last the sun's rays,
bursting out from between the clouds, fell on some green grass which
clothed the side of a hill before us.  It was a welcome sight; and still
more welcome was the sight of a herd of cattle which appeared before us
as we got clear of the burnt district.  It was important not to frighten
them.  We advanced carefully, the two men with lassoes leading, hiding
ourselves among rocks and bushes, and keeping to leeward of the herd.
To our great satisfaction, the animals as they fed moved on towards us.
Suddenly the men with the lassoes threw them round the neck of a cow,
the nearest animal to us.  We sprang forward, laying hold of the ends,
one party hauling one way, one the other.  In spite of all her violent
struggles, we had her fast, and one of the men, rushing in, hamstrung
her, and she was in our power.  This capture raised our spirits, for we
felt sure that we should never want food on the island, as we might
catch the oxen in pitfalls if not with lassoes.  The mate was asked how
he came to suppose that there were cattle on the island.

"`Just because a shipmate, in whose word I could trust, told me he had
seen them,' was the answer.  `What better reason for believing a thing
would you require?'

"We camped where we were, and the South American showed us how to cut up
the heifer and to dry the meat in the sun, so that we had as much pure
meat as each of us could carry.  As our companions had enough food for
some days longer, the mate wished to see more of the island before
returning.  We saw several large herds of cattle, which fed on the long
grass covering the face of the country, which was generally undulating.
We were several days away, and as we caught sight of the flagstaff, we
thought of the pleasure the supply of meat we had brought would afford
our companions.  We saw the tents, but no one came to meet us.  We
shouted, but there was no shout in return.  We feared that they might be
ill, or even dead.  We reached the tent, but no one was within; we
looked about, we could find no one.  The mate was looking seaward.  He
pointed to the offing, where, sinking below the horizon, the white sail
of a ship was seen.  It was more than probable that our shipmates had
gone in her, but whether with their own will or carried off by force we
could not conjecture.  Some of the men were very angry, but the mate
observed that was wrong.  Our shipmates, probably, could not help
themselves.  They might have supposed we should not return, and, if they
had gone with their own will, might have been unable to leave any
message for us.  The mate was a truly charitable man, for he was anxious
to put the best construction on the conduct of our shipmates.  There,
however, we were left, with a diminished party, with the possibility
that another ship might not approach the coast for many months to come.
The summer was drawing to a close.  It had been somewhat damp and cold,
and we expected that the winter would be proportionally severe.

"`We may get off, but we may possibly have to stay; and if we are wise,
lads, we shall prepare for the worst,' said the mate; and telling the
men what would be wanted, forthwith began the work he advised.

"We were to build a couple of huts, to cut and dry turf for fuel, and to
kill some cattle and prepare the flesh; to hunt for vegetables or herbs,
which might keep off scurvy, and to do various other things.

"`Example is better than precept, Tom, as you will find,' observed the
mate to me.  `I never tell men to do what I am not ready to do myself.
That's the reason they obey me so willingly.'

"I've ever since remembered the mate's words, and told them to Mr
Morgan; and I am sure he never orders men to do what he is not ready to
try and do himself if necessary.  It was fortunate for all that the
mate's advice was followed.  Some comfortable huts were got up, and a
store of provisions and fuel collected before the winter began.  It set
in with unusual seventy, and I believe that we should all have perished
from cold, and damp, and snow, had we not been prepared, though I do not
remember that the frost was hard at any time.

"Some of the men abused their companions for going away without them.

"`Let be,' said the mate; `all's for the best.  We don't know where they
are now, but we do know that we are not badly off, with a house,
clothing, food, and firing.  These islands are not so much out of the
way, but what we are certain to get off some day or other, and in the
meantime we have no cause to complain.  Let us rather be thankful, and
rejoice that we are so well off.'

"I remembered those words of the mate afterwards.  It is now my belief
that the mate was a God-fearing man, but religion had been so unpopular
among those with whom he had sailed, that he was afraid of declaring his
opinions, and just went and hid his light under a bushel.  What a world
of good he might have done us all if he had spoken out manfully!  As it
was, all that precious time was lost.  The mate did speak to me
occasionally, but timidly, and I did not understand him.  How should I?
It was not till long afterwards, as Mr Morgan knows, that I became
acquainted with Christianity.  Before that I was as a heathen; I knew
nothing of Christ, nothing of God.  The winter passed away, the spring
returned, and the summer drew on, and not a sail had been seen.  All
hands became anxious to get off, and from early dawn till nightfall the
flag was kept flying, and one or more of the party were on the lookout
from Flagstaff Hill.  At length a sail hove in sight.  Nearer and nearer
she came.  `Would our flag be seen?' was now the question.  The wind was
off the shore, she tacked, she was beating up towards us.  From her
white canvas and the length of her yards she was pronounced to be a
man-of-war corvette, and her ensign showed us that she was English.
Some of the men declared that they would rather live the rest of their
days on the island than go on board a man-of-war; but the mate told them
that they were very foolish, and that if they did their duty they would
be better treated than on board most merchantmen.  I shared their fears,
for I had heard all sorts of stones about the treatment of men on board
men-of-war, which I have since found to be absurdly false.  The end was
that we all stood ready to receive the boat when she reached the beach.
A lieutenant with a midshipman came in her.  They were very much
surprised to hear that we had been a whole year on shore, observing that
we must have saved a good supply of provisions from the wreck.  When the
mate told them of the wild cattle, and that we could catch some, they
begged us to do so, saying that the purser would purchase the meat from
us for the ship's company.  They accordingly returned on board, but soon
came back with the butcher, and by the next day we had six or eight fine
animals ready for them.  The officer kindly gave us permission to carry
off any of our property which could be stowed away on board.  From the
considerate treatment the men received, they all volunteered into the
service, and I was rated as a ship's boy, and from that day to this have
belonged to the Royal Navy of England.  The mate was promised promotion
if he would join.

"`At all events I do not wish to eat the bread of idleness,' was his
answer.  `I'll do duty in any station to which I am appointed.'

"The corvette was bound round the Horn, so back again into the Pacific I
went.  We touched at many places in Chili and Peru, and then stood to
the west to visit some of the many islands in those seas.  I had been
about a year on board when one day an object was seen from the
mast-head, which was made out to be a boat.

"There was one man sitting up in her, but three others lay dead under
the thwarts.  The man was brought on board more dead than alive, and had
it not been for the watchful care of our surgeon he could not have long
survived.  At first he was nothing but skin and bone, with sunken eyes
and hollow cheeks, but when he got some flesh on him I recognised him as
one of my shipmates who had deserted us on the Falkland Islands.  He had
not, it seemed, discovered any of us, and of course in two years I was
so grown that he did not know me.  So one day, sitting by him, I asked
him how it was he came into the plight in which we found him.  He told
me many circumstances of which I was cognisant, and how the ship was
wrecked on the Falklands, and how part of the people had gone off into
the interior, and deserted those who wisely remained on the sea-shore.
`Never mind, they must have got their deserts, and perished,' he added;
and then he told me a ship appearing the day after we left, they had all
gone on board.  They soon found that the crew had been guilty of some
foul deed; the captain and mate had been killed, with some others, and
the rest had determined to turn pirates.  My shipmate was asked if he
would do so.  They swore if he did not that he must die.  To save his
life, he with the rest consented to join them.  I will not repeat the
account he gave of all the crimes which he and his companions had
committed.  He said that he had protested against them, and excused
himself.  From bad they went on to worse, and frequently quarrelling,
murdered each other.  The end was that this ship was cast away on a
reef, one boat only escaping, and of the people in her, after she had
been nearly a month drifting over the ocean, he alone survived.  We who
had been left alone on the Falklands had reason to be thankful that we
had not gone off in the pirate ship.  Had we done so, who among us could
have said that we should have escaped the terrible fate which overtook
our shipmates?  From the time I learned the Lord's Prayer, there is no
part I have repeated more earnestly than `Lead us not into temptation.'
My poor shipmate never completely recovered from the hardships to which
he had been exposed; his mind, too, was always haunted with the dreadful
scenes he had witnessed, and he often told me that he never could show
his face in England, lest he should be recognised by those he had
wronged.  He died the day before we made the coast of England.  The ship
was paid off, but I found the naval service so much to my taste, and
there was so little on shore to attract me, that I the next day joined
another fitting out for the Indian station.  After this, I visited in
one ship or another most parts of the world.  But I think, Doctor
Morgan, you and your lady and the young gentlefolks will be getting
tired, so I'll put off an account of my adventures till another evening.
One thing I must say now, though.  I looked upon it as a blessed day on
which I joined the `Rover,' where I met Mister Morgan, and yet there was
a day which I have reason to call still more blessed, when we were off
the coast of Africa."

"Well, well, Tom.  Don't talk of that now," said Frank.  "I just did
what every Christian man should do.  I put the truth before you, and you
believed it.  I did not put myself to any inconvenience even to serve
Tom, while he risked his life to save mine.  That was after the `Rover'
had come home and been paid off, and we belonged to the `Kestrel,' and
were sent out to the Pacific.  I had an idea before we went there that
we were to find at all times calm seas and sunshine.  I soon discovered
my mistake.  We were caught in a terrific gale when in the neighbourhood
of coral islands and reefs.  I had gone aloft to shorten sail, when the
ship gave an unexpected lurch, and I was sent clean overboard.  I felt
that I must be lost, for the ship was driving away from me, and darkness
was not far off, when I saw that some one had thrown a grating into the
sea, and immediately afterwards a man leaped in after it.  He was
swimming towards me.  There seemed a prospect of my being saved.  Still,
how the man who had thus nobly risked his life for my sake, and I could
ever regain the ship, I could not tell.  I struck out with all my
strength to support myself, and prayed heartily.  I soon recognised Tom
Holman's voice, cheering me up.  He clutched me by the collar, and aided
by him I gained the grating.  Two or three spars had been thrown in
after it, and, getting hold of them we formed a raft which supported us
both.  By the time we were seated on it the ship was far away, and it
seemed impossible that in the dangerous neighbourhood in which I knew
that we were, the captain would venture to return on the mere chance of
finding us, should we indeed be alive.  Our prospect outwardly was
gloomy indeed, though we kept up hope.  I was sorry when I thought that
we should be lost; that Tom had, as I fancied, thrown away his life for
my sake.  However, we will not talk of that now.  We were drifting, that
was certain, and might drift on shore, or we might be driven against a
reef, when we must be lost.  It was now night, though there was light
enough to distinguish the dark white-crested seas rising up around us,
and the inky sky overhead.  Still we knew that there was the Eye of Love
looking down on us through that inky sky, and that though the rest of
the world was shut out from us, we were not shut out from Him, without
whose knowledge not a sparrow falls to the ground.  I say this to you,
dear father and mother, because I wish to show my brothers and sisters
the effect of your teaching.  I wished to live, but I was prepared to
die.  The water was warm, and as we had had supper just before I fell
overboard we were not hungry, so that our physical sufferings were as
yet not great.  Hour after hour passed by; the raft drove on before the
wind and sea.  We supposed that it must be near dawn, for it seemed as
if we had been two whole nights on the raft, when we both heard the
sound of breakers.  Our fate would soon thus be decided.  As far as we
were able, we gazed around when we reached the summit of a sea.  There
were the breakers; we could see the white foam flying up like a vast
waterspout against the leaden sky.  We were passing it though, not
driving against it.  A current was sweeping us on.  The dawn broke.  As
the light increased our eyes fell on a grove of cocoa-nut trees, rising
it seemed directly out of the water.  The current was driving us near
them.  We sat up and eagerly watched the shore; we had of ourselves no
means of forcing on the raft a point towards it, or in any degree faster
than we were going.  Had we been driven directly towards it, on the
weather side, which, in our eagerness, we might have wished, we should
probably have been dashed to pieces; but the current took us round to
the lee side, and finally drifted us into a little bay where we safely
got on shore.  You already know how we lived luxuriously on cocoa-nuts
and shell-fish, and about the clear fountain which rushed up out of the
rock in the centre of our island, and how our ship came back after some
weeks to water at that very fountain, and found us safe and well; and so
I will bring my yarn to an end."

"We cannot be too thankful that you were preserved, my dear boy, when we
hear of the terrific dangers to which you and your brave friend were
exposed," exclaimed Dr Morgan.  "I will not now speak of our debt to
him, never properly to be repaid, but I would point out to you all, my
children (what struck me as Frank was speaking), how like the way in
which he and Tom were preserved, is that in which God deals with His
people who put their trust in Him.  We are in an ocean of troubles, with
darkness around us.  We dimly discern breakers rising up on one side,
breakers ahead.  We can do nothing to help ourselves, except pray on and
trust in Him.  We see at length a haven of safety before us.  Our
eagerness gets the better of our faith, but the current of His mercy
drifts round and away from what is really a peril, and we are carried on
into calm waters, and find shelter and rest from danger and trouble."

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Note 1.  The author has a dear friend, a naval officer, who was, as is
here described, the instrument of bringing some of his shipmates to a
knowledge and acceptance of the truth; one especially, from being an
infidel, became a faithful follower of Christ.  His bones lie sepulchred
under the eternal snows of the Arctic pole.  How consolatory to believe,
that amid the fearful sufferings that gallant band was called on to
endure, he, with many others--it may be all--were supported by faith and
hope to the last.  We say all, for we cannot say what influence he and
other Christian men may have exerted over their companions during the
long, long years they passed in those Arctic regions ere they perished.



CHAPTER NINE.

Several circumstances had prevented the young Morgans from paying a
sufficiently long visit to Old Moggy to enable her to give them her
promised history.  Jenny reported that she was better in mind and body
than she had ever known her, and as the time for Frank and Tom's
departure was drawing near, the whole party resolved to go up to hear
her tale.  They did not fail to carry a few little luxuries which were
likely to please her.  They found her as usual, seated before her fire,
for even in the summer she seemed to enjoy its warmth, on that bleak
hill's side.  What with chairs, benches, and stools, a log of wood, a
pile of turf, and a boulder which Charley rolled in, all found seats.
Anna had to exercise a little diplomacy to induce Moggy to begin before
so formidable an audience.  The poor creature was inclined to chide Tom
for not having come up oftener to see her, when she discovered that he
was going away.

"I took a liking to your face and your manner my son, from the first
minute my eyes fell on you; and it would have been a slight thing for ye
to have come up and cheered the old woman's well-nigh withered heart,"
she observed, in a more testy tone than she was accustomed to use.

"Well, mother, don't blame me," answered Tom.  "Many's the time I've
come round this way, but feared to intrude, or I would have come in, and
I'll not now miss the chance another time."

This promise seemed to satisfy Moggy, and after a little hesitation she
began.

"Once I was blithe and gay as any of you dear young people.  I had a
home, and parents, and sisters.  There were three of us, as pretty and
as merry as any to be found in the country around.  We merrily grew up
into happy maidens, as merry as could be found, and the glass told us,
even if others had been silent, that we were as pretty too.  We sang and
laughed from morn till night, and, alack, were somewhat thoughtless too;
but we were not idle.  Our parents had a farm, and we helped our mother
in the dairy, and there was plenty of work for us.  It was a pleasant
life.  We were up with the lark and to bed in summer with the sun, and
in winter we sat by the fire when the cows were housed and the milk was
set in the pans, and all our out-door work was done, and knitted or
spun, or plied our needles, and chatted and sung; and guests came in,
and some of them came to woo; and we thought not of the morrow, and
taught ourselves to believe that the pleasant life we led would never
have an end.  Ah! we were foolish--like the foolish virgins who had no
oil for their lamps, as all are foolish who think only of the present,
and prepare not for the future.  Bad times were in store for us, such as
all farmers must be ready to encounter.  Storms injured the crops, and
disease attacked our cattle; a fire broke out in the farm buildings; and
the end was that father had to throw up the farm, to sell his remaining
stock, and to go forth almost penniless into the world.  Barely enough
remained to pay our passage to America.  I was about to go with the rest
of my family, when one I had loved right well, an honest, steady youth,
entreated me to remain.  He might soon have enough to wed.  He had a
sick mother whom he could not leave, or he would have gone with us.  If
I went we might never meet again.  I consented to remain, so that I
could obtain service in which to support myself.  A kind, good mistress
engaged me.  She was more than kind, she was wise; not worldly wise, but
her wisdom was from above.  She taught me that wisdom.  By her means my
eyes were opened to things about which I before knew nothing.  I saw
that God had dealt mercifully with me; that what I thought was a
misfortune was a blessing.  I was thus led out of darkness into light.
I was happy, with a new happiness of which I before knew nothing.  My
intended husband enjoyed it likewise; we both embraced the truth--my
only sorrow being that those who had gone away knew nothing of it.
Thomas lived at a distance, but whenever he could he came over to see
me.  My kind, good mistress often spoke to him, and approved of my
choice.  Time wore on.  We waited to hear of those who had crossed the
sea.  Sad tidings came at length.  My mother had died on the voyage.  My
father, heart-broken, and my sisters had landed and found a home, but
they missed her who had been their guide and their friend; and they
wanted me to go out and join them, and some cousins who lived a few
miles off from where I was at service, and Thomas also, if he would
marry me.  I told my kind mistress.

"`If Thomas loves you, and will take you to that foreign land, I will
not say you nay,' was her reply.

"She gave me leave to go and deliver the message to my cousins, charging
me soon to return.  My cousins were not averse to my sister's proposal,
and talked with pleasure of the many kindred who would meet in that
far-off settlement, for far off it seemed to them.  On my return I found
the front door of my mistress's house closed.  I went round and gained
an entrance through a window at the back.  What was my horror to find
her bathed in blood, fallen from the arm-chair in which she sat before
the fire.  I kneeled down to examine where she had been hurt, and was
about to raise her up when the door was burst open; some men rushed in;
I was seized.  No one aided my dear mistress.  A surgeon at length came.
He pronounced her dead.  These cruel men had allowed her to die
unaided.  I was accused of being her murderess.  My horror, my
indignation, at the way she had been treated, my grief, my agitation,
impressed them with the conviction that I was guilty of the foul crime
which had been committed; for murdered she had been, of that there was
no doubt.  Branded as a murderess I was borne off to prison.  Many
thought me guilty.  It was cruelly said that I was found red-handed by
the side of my victim.  But even in prison I sought support, and
obtained it whence alone it was to be afforded.  As King David, I could
say, `I have washed my hands in innocency.  I cried unto the Lord and He
heard me.'  Oh, my young friends, keep innocency.  Do what is right in
the sight of the Lord, and never need you fear what man can do unto you.
There was one, however, on earth who knew me to be innocent--my Thomas.
He obtained leave to visit me in prison, obtained the best legal aid by
the sacrifice of his savings, and the evidence against me broke
completely down.  I was acquitted.  I scarcely knew how, or what
occurred.  I entreated Thomas to let me become his wife, that I might
repay him by devoting my life to his service.  We married; we were
happy; and by watchful care I was enabled to make his wages go farther
than before his marriage.  More than a year had passed away; we had a
child born, a son.  We believed that he would prove a blessing to us.
Some few more years had fled by.  Again and again my sisters urged that
we would go out to join them.  At length they were both about to marry,
and our father would be left alone.  Thomas agreed to go.  I thought
with delight of showing my young son to my father, of assisting and
supporting him in his old age, and more than all, of imparting to him
those blessed truths which I myself had found such a comfort to my soul.
We sailed in as fine a ship as ever put to sea, with many others about
to seek their fortunes in the New World; but scarcely had we left the
shores of England a hundred leagues astern than we encountered a fearful
gale, which washed away the bulwarks and some of our boats, strained the
hull, and shattered our masts and spars.  It was but the beginning of
disasters.  But, dear young people, I cannot dwell on that most grievous
period of my existence.  The storm had injured our provisions.  After
the storm came a calm, more dreadful than the storm; our water began to
run short.  Did any of you ever feel the pangs of thirst?  Day after day
our shattered bark lay rolling on the burning ocean.  There was the
constant gush of water to tantalise us, for by undiscovered leaks the
sea had found an entrance, and in every watch the pumps were kept at
work.  We were thankful when a breeze came, and once more the ship moved
across the ocean; but the breeze increased into a gale more fearful than
the first.  On, on we drove; the leaks again increased.  Day and night
the men were kept toiling at the pumps; my husband worked like the rest.
In vain, in vain; they could work no longer; the water was gaining on
us; the raging seas were washing over our decks.  The strength of the
men was exhausted.  Some of the women offered to try and work the pumps.
The night was coming on.  I resolved to labour, that I might aid to
save my husband's life, our boy's, my own.

"My boy had clung to me.  I gave him, so I thought, to his father, to
watch over, while I laboured like the rest.  Would you hear what
occurred?  My heart has grown into stone, or I could not bear to tell
it.  The raging seas broke more and more frequently over the ship.  The
dreadful cry arose, `The ship is sinking, the ship is sinking!'  I flew
towards my husband--my child was not with him.  He had not received him
from me.  Frantically I rushed along the deck; it was with no hope of
safety, but to die with my boy in my arms.  Once more I was approaching
my husband; a flash of lightning revealed him to me at the moment that a
vast sea came sweeping down on the ship.  It seized him in its cruel
embrace, and bore him far, far away, with many other helpless, shrieking
beings.  Thankfully would I have followed, but I sought my boy.  In
vain, in vain!  I felt myself seized by a strong arm, and lifted into a
boat.  I lost all consciousness for the next instant, it seemed.  I
found the boat floating alone amid the tumultuous waves.  My husband and
my boy were gone.  They said there were other boats, and that some might
have been saved in them.  I know not if any were saved.  Neither my
husband nor our child did I ever again see; the cold, cruel waves had
claimed them.  For many days we lay tossed about on the foaming waters.
We were more dead than alive when a sail appeared in sight.  How I lived
I know not; it was, I believe, because all my feelings were dead.  I
felt nothing, thought of nothing; I was in a dream, a cold, heavy weight
lay on my heart and brain.  I knew not what was going on; the past was a
blank, the future was darkness.  We were lifted on board--carefully
tended.  The ship was bound, with settlers, to the same port to which I
was going.  Those who had been saved with me told my story.  Some of the
passengers were going to the far-off West, to the very spot where my
father and sisters had settled.  Their hearts were touched with
compassion by my misfortunes, and they bore me with them.  Truly they
were followers of the good Samaritan.  Day after day we journeyed on
towards the setting sun.  At length we reached my father's house; he and
my sisters scarcely knew me, so great was the havoc grief had wrought.
Kind and gentle treatment by degrees thawed my long frozen faculties,
and I began to take an interest in the affairs of the farm.  In that
region the native tribes, the red men of the prairie, were fierce and
warlike, and often were engaged in deadly contests with the whites.
Years--many years, passed by, during which our people enjoyed peace.  A
storm, however, was brewing, to burst with fury on our heads.  It came;
in the dead of night the dreadful war-whoop of the red men was heard.
On every side arose those horrid cries.  Our village was surrounded;
young and old, men and maidens, were ruthlessly murdered.  My old father
and sisters were among the first slain.  Some few bravely made a stand.
They fought their way out through the savages.  I felt my arm seized by
some friendly hand, and was borne on amid them.  Armed friends came to
our assistance, and the savages were driven back through the smoking
ruins of our home.  All, all were gone; relatives, friends, and
property.  Those who had accompanied me to the country, all, all were
gone.  I was among strangers; they pitied me, but pity cannot last long
in the human breast.  There is only One whose tender pity never wanes;
and it is only that human pity which arises from love of Him which can
stand all tests, and can endure for ever.  I was left alone, alone in
that far-off land.  My reason gave way.  An idea had seized me--it was
to visit that mighty ocean beneath which slept my husband and my child.
I wandered on.  I know not how I found my way, often through vast
solitudes where foot of man but rarely trod, till I reached the more
settled states.  Food and shelter were rarely denied to the poor mad
woman, though of the roughest sort.  At length I reached the eastern
cities; scant was the charity I found within them, I gained the
sea-coast; I gazed upon the ocean, with its majestic billows rolling up
from the far-off east.  They seemed to me like mighty monuments raised
to the memory of those who slept beneath.  For many years I had lived on
that wild sea waste, when I was seized and carried to a prison.  I
demanded to know my crime.  I heard myself branded as a pauper lunatic,
and was placed on board a ship to be returned to my native land.  Sad,
sad was my heart.  I had many companions in my misery--helpless beings
whom the strong new world would not receive.  We were placed on shore to
starve, or live as best we could.  I wandered on towards the spot where
long, long years before, I had lived a happy maiden.  No one knew me; I
was branded as a witch, and fled away.  Should I go to the relatives of
my husband?  Thomas had spoken of them as kind and charitable.  I
reached the village; every one looked at me with suspicion as a vagrant.
Well they might, for a vagrant I was, poor, wretched, and despised.  I
had been there in my happy days with Thomas; but the place itself looked
strange.  I inquired for his father, Farmer Holman.  `Dead many a year
ago; all the rest gone away; never held up his head since his son went
off with that jade who murdered her mistress.'  Such was the answer I
received.  The words fell like molten lead upon my brain.  I fled away.
I wandered on, not knowing whither I was going, till I reached these
sheltering walls on the mountain-side."

Tom had been greatly agitated on hearing the name of Holman.  Frank and
Anna had exchanged surprised glances with each other.

"Dame, do you remember the name of Jack Johnson on board the ship which
foundered with so many on board?" asked Tom.

"Ay, that I do.  He was one who took a great fancy to my precious boy,"
answered Moggy, gazing earnestly at Tom.

"It is strange, mother, but such was the name of a kind seaman who for
many years acted as a second father to me; and still stranger, that he
always called me Tom Holman," exclaimed Tom, as he sat himself down on
the stool at her feet, and drawing a tin case from his pocket, took from
it a variety of small articles, which he placed in her lap.

She gazed at them with a fixed, earnest look for some moments, and then,
stretching out her arms, she exclaimed, "Come to me, my son, my boy--
long lost, now found!  I cried unto the Lord, and He heard me out of my
deep distress.  You bear your father's name, you have your father's
looks.  Wonderful are the ways of the Lord.  The Lord giveth and the
Lord taketh away.  The Lord hath restored me tenfold into my bosom.
Blessed be the Name of the Lord!"

Tom threw his arms round the old woman, and sobbed like a child.

"Mother, mother, I have found you, I have found you!" he cried out, as
he kissed her withered cheek.

What mattered it to him that she was aged and infirm, poor and despised?
She was his mother, of whom he had dreamed in his youth whom he had
always longed to find.  He would now devote himself to cherish and
support her, and cheer her few remaining days on earth.

"My dear children," said Dr Morgan, who had entered soon after Moggy
had begun her history, "let us learn, from what we have heard, never to
cease to put our whole trust and confidence in God.  Whatever happens,
let us go on praying to God and trusting in God, for let us be assured
that He always careth for us."

THE END.






