Short Stories

The Brother And Sister.
(In three Stories.) ...

Agnes And The Mouse.
One brilliant Christmas day, two little girls were walking ...

Look Up.
A little boy went to sea with his father to learn to be a s...

Young Usher.
You have read of that remarkable man, Mr. Usher, who was Ar...

Lily Ford.
It was now in the latter part of December--two days more an...

Anecdotes.
A poor Arabian of the desert was one day asked, how he came...

The Echo.
Little Charles knew nothing about an echo. As he was playin...

The First Dollar.
I will tell you an affecting story about a young lad by the...

The Two Robins.
A few summers ago I was sitting on a garden seat, beneath a...

The Shepherd And His Bible.
A poor shepherd, living among the Alps, the father of a lar...

A Scene In London.
My young readers may have heard about the poor people in Lond...

The Trusty Dog.
I am glad to introduce to you, the noble dog whose picture ...

Anecdotes.
TRUE BENIFICENCE.--Mark Antony, when very much depressed, a...

Asaph
About a hundred feet back from the main street of a village...

Chorus
As the manna lay, on the desert ground, So from day to d...

Mother's Last Lesson.
"Will you please teach me my verse, mamma, and then kiss me...

The Flower That Looks Up.
"What beautiful things flowers are," said one of the party ...

Harvest Song.
Now the golden ear wants the reaper's hand, Banish eve...

The Motherless Birds.
There were two men who were neighbors to each other, living...

The Boy Found In The Snow.
One winter's night when the evening had shut in very early,...

THE BOY FOUND IN THE SNOW.

One winter's night when the evening had shut in very early, owing to
the black snow clouds that hung close around the horizon, Martha sat
looking into the fire. Her old sheep dog, Fly, lay at her feet. The
cows were foddered for the night, and the sheep were penned up in the
yard. Fly was a faithful dog, and for some reason, this evening, he
was very restless. Why he pricked up his ears, and went snuffing to
the door, and pacing about the room, was more than Martha could tell.

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

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





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