GRACE DARLING


It was a dark Sep-tem-ber morning. There was a storm at sea. A ship

had been driven on a low rock off the shores of the Farne Islands. It

had been broken in two by the waves, and half of it had been washed

away. The other half lay yet on the rock, and those of the crew who

were still alive were cling-ing to it. But the waves were dashing over

it, and in a little while it too would be carried to the bottom.



Could any one save the poor, half-drowned men who were there?



On one of the islands was a light-house; and there, all through that

stormy night, Grace Darling had listened to the storm.



Grace was the daughter of the light-house keeper, and she had lived by

the sea as long as she could re-mem-ber.



In the darkness of the night, above the noise of the winds and waves,

she heard screams and wild cries. When day-light came, she could see

the wreck, a mile away, with the angry waters all around it. She could

see the men clinging to the masts.



"We must try to save them!" she cried. "Let us go out in the boat at

once!"



"It is of no use, Grace," said her father. "We cannot reach them."



He was an old man, and he knew the force of the mighty waves.



"We cannot stay here and see them die," said Grace. "We must at least

try to save them."



Her father could not say, "No."



In a few minutes they were ready. They set off in the heavy lighthouse

boat. Grace pulled one oar, and her father the other, and they made

straight toward the wreck. But it was hard rowing against such a sea,

and it seemed as though they would never reach the place.



At last they were close to the rock, and now they were in greater

danger than before. The fierce waves broke against the boat, and it

would have been dashed in pieces, had it not been for the strength and

skill of the brave girl.



But after many trials, Grace's father climbed upon the wreck, while

Grace herself held the boat. Then one by one the worn-out crew were

helped on board. It was all that the girl could do to keep the frail

boat from being drifted away, or broken upon the sharp edges of the

rock.



Then her father clam-bered back into his place. Strong hands grasped

the oars, and by and by all were safe in the lighthouse. There Grace

proved to be no less tender as a nurse than she had been brave as a

sailor. She cared most kindly for the ship-wrecked men until the storm

had died away and they were strong enough to go to their own homes.



All this happened a long time ago, but the name of Grace Darling will

never be forgotten. She lies buried now in a little church-yard by the

sea, not far from her old home. Every year many people go there to see

her grave; and there a mon-u-ment has been placed in honor of the

brave girl. It is not a large mon-u-ment, but it is one that speaks of

the noble deed which made Grace Darling famous. It is a figure carved

in stone of a woman lying at rest, with a boat's oar held fast in her

right hand.



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