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Title: Janet McLaren
The Faithful Nurse
Author: W.H.G. Kingston
Release Date: October 17, 2007 [EBook #23069]
Language: English
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Janet McLaren, The Faithful Nurse, by W.H.G. Kingston.
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The Morrison family lose both parents in an epidemic. One little girl,
Margaret, and two little boys, David and Donald are left. There is an
old woman who has been a nurse in the family. There appear to be no
resources, and after selling up what there is, all rather too well-used
to fetch much money, old Janet takes the children to a big town on the
East coast of Scotland, where she rents a single garret room, and
settles in. She can send the boys to school, where they do well, but
she wishes to do what she can, despite her own limited ability, for
Margaret, at home.
The boys do extremely well in their classes, winning books as prizes. A
boy called Alec Galbraith beats Donald to first place, but David comes
top in his class. Margaret has an illness, and is recommended sea
bathing to help her recovery. She almost drowns, and is saved by a boy
whom few recognise, but who turns out to be Alec.
Poor old Janet labours away to bring up these children. Alec, now grown
up, goes to Canada, and in due course the boys follow him. The rest of
the book deals with what happens there, and how they lose touch with one
another for a while, and then regain it under strange circumstances.
All comes out more or less well in the end. A short book, but an easy
one to read or listen to.
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JANET MCLAREN, THE FAITHFUL NURSE, BY W.H.G. KINGSTON.
CHAPTER ONE.
DONALD MORRISON, WHOSE WIFE HAS LATELY BEEN CALLED AWAY, DYING IN HIS
HIGHLAND MANSE, HIS CHILDREN LEFT DESTITUTE, ARE TAKEN CARE OF BY THEIR
OLD NURSE.--SHE CONVEYS THEM TO A SEA-SIDE TOWN, WHERE SHE TAKES UP HER
ABODE WITH THEM IN A SMALL ATTIC, AND LABOURS FOR THEIR MAINTENANCE,
WHILE SHE PLACES THE TWO BOYS, DONALD AND DAVID, AT SCHOOL.--HER ANXIETY
ABOUT THE EDUCATION OF MARGARET.
In his Highland manse, far away among the hills, where he had dwelt as
pastor for many years over a wayward flock, Donald Morrison lay on a
sick-bed. The same fever which had carried off his dear wife a few
weeks before, had now stricken him down. He knew that he was dying. As
far as he himself was concerned he was willing to yield up his spirit to
his Maker; but what would become of his motherless children, his sweet
young Margaret, and his two boys, Donald and David, their principles
unformed, and ignorant of the evils of the world?
"Father in heaven protect them," he ejaculated. "Give me faith to know
that Thou wilt take care of them, teach them and guide them in their
course through life." But he felt that his mind was clouded, his spirit
was cast down, the disease was making rapid progress. It was hard to
think, hard even to pray, gloomy ideas, and doubts, and fears, such as
assail even true Christians, crowded on his mind. He forgot--it was but
for a time--the sincere faith which had animated him through life. The
victory was not to be with the Evil One.
Soon there came hope, and joy, and confidence. "All will be well with
the righteous, those who put on Christ's righteousness," he mentally
exclaimed, and peace came back to his soul.
As he gazed out through the window he could see, down away on the wild
hill side, his children at play, their young spirits too buoyant to be
long suppressed by the recollection of their late bereavement, and
unconscious that they were soon to be deprived of their remaining
parent. His eye for a moment rested on the familiar landscape, the blue
waters of the loch glittering in the sunshine, a bleak moorland
sprinkled here and there with white-fleeced sheep stretching away on one
side, and on the other a valley, down which flowed, with ceaseless
murmurings, a rapid stream, a steep hill covered with gorse and heather,
the summit crowned with a wood of dark pines rising beyond it. Just
above the manse could be seen the kirk, which, with a few cottages,
composed the village; while scattered far around were the huts in which
the larger part of the pastor's flock abode. As he gazed forth on the
scene he prayed--he knew it might be for the last time--that his
successor might be more honoured than he feared he had been in bringing
home those wandering sheep to the true fold.
Once more his thoughts turned to his little ones. "Janet," he
whispered, as a woman of middle age, of spare form, with strongly marked
features, betokening firmness and good sense, and clothed in the
humblest style of attire, glided noiselessly into the room. "I feel
that I am going." He lifted up his pale and shrivelled hand, and
pointed to his children. "What is to become of them, it is hard to
leave them destitute, utterly destitute, not a friend in the world from
whom they may claim assistance."
"Dinna talk so, minister," said the woman, approaching him, and placing
his arm beneath the bed-clothes. "Ye yoursel have often told us to put
faith in God, that He is the Father of the fatherless, and the husband
of the widow. The dear bairns will nay want while He looks after them.
I hanna dwelt forty years or more with the mistress that's gone, and her
sainted mother before her, to desert those she has left behind, while I
ha' finger to work with, and eyes to see. I'll never forget either to
impress on their minds all the lessons you have taught me. It would
have been little worth ganging to kirk if I had not remembered them too.
I am a poor weak body mysel, it will not be me but He who watches over
us will do it, let that comfort you, minister. The bairns will never be
so badly off as ye are thinking, now that fever has made body and soul
weak, but the soul will soon recover, and ye will rejoice with joy
unspeakable. I repeat but your ain words, minister, and I ken they are
true."
"Ye are right, Janet. My soul is reviving," whispered the dying man.
"Call in the bairns. I would have them round me once more. The end is
near."
Janet knew that her master spoke too truly; though it grieved her loving
heart to put a stop to the play of the happy young creatures, and to
bring them to a scene of sorrow and death. "But it maun be," she said
to herself, as she went to the door of the manse. "He who kens all
things kens what is best, and the minister is ganging away from his
toils and troubles here to that happy home up there, where he will meet
the dear mistress, and, better still, be with Him who loved him, and
shed His blood to redeem him, as he himsel has often and often told us
from the pulpit."
She went some way down the hill, unwilling to utter her usual shrill
call to the young ones. "Ye maun come in now, bairns," she said, in a
gentle tone; when the children came running up on seeing her beckoning.
"The minister is sair ill, and ye'll be good and quiet, and listen to
what he says to you, he is ganging awa on a long long journey, and ye'll
promise to do what he'll tell you till ye are called to the same place
he'll reach ere lang."
Something in her tone struck Margaret, who took her hand, and looking up
into her face burst into tears. She already knew what death was.
Donald, the eldest boy, had lingered a short distance behind.
David, seeing Margaret's tears, with a startled, anxious look, took
Janet's other hand. "Is father ganging to heaven?" he asked, as they
got close to the house, showing how his mind had been occupied as they
came along.
"I am sure of it, and it is a happy, happy place," was the answer.
"Ye'll speak gently, Donald," she said, turning round to the eldest boy,
who, ignorant of his father's state, might not, she feared, restrain his
exuberant spirits.
There was no need of the caution, for the minister's altered look struck
even Donald with awe. Janet led the children up to the bedside. The
dying father stretched out his hands, and placed them on their heads, as
they clustered up to him, while his already dim eyes turned a fond
glance at their young fresh faces. "You will listen to Janet when I am
away, and pray God to help you to meet me in heaven. Make His word your
guide, and you cannot mistake the road."
"I will try to mind that, and tell Donald and David, too," was all that
Margaret could answer.
"Canna ye stay longer with us, father?" asked Donald, touching the
minister's hand, as he was wont to do when speaking to him.
"He we should all obey has called me," said Mr Morrison. "May He bless
you, and guard and keep you. Bless you! bless you!" His voice was
becoming fainter and fainter, and so he died, with his hands on his
children's heads, his loving eyes on their cherub faces.
"Blessed are they who die in the Lord," said Janet, as she observed the
smile which seemed to rest on the minister's features. Taking the
children, scarcely yet conscious of what had occurred, she led them from
the room, and then stepped back to close the eyes of the dead.
Having put the sobbing orphans to bed, she hastened out to obtain the
assistance of a neighbour in preparing the body for burial. She
insisted on paying the woman for the office she had performed,
remarking, as she did so, "I have the charge of the manse and the bairns
till the minister's friends come to take them awa', and they would na'
wish to be beholden to any one, or to leave any of his lawful debts
unpaid." In the same way she took upon herself the arrangement and
expense of the funeral. She sold the goods and chattels, as her master
had directed her to do, for the benefit of his children; but they were
old and worn, and the purchasers were few and poor, so that the proceeds
placed but a very limited sum in Janet's hands for the maintenance of
the little ones. As she received them she observed, "It's as muckle as
I could ha' hoped for; but yet those who had benefited by his
ministrations might have shown their gratitude by geeing a trifle above
the value for the chattels." Human nature is much the same in an
Highland glen as it is in other parts of the world.
The day arrived when Janet and her charges must quit the manse. She had
sent up to Jock McIntyre, the carrier, to call for the kist which
contained her's and the children's clothing, as he passed down the glen.
The most weighty article was the minister's Bible, with which, although
it might have brought more than anything else, she would not part. She
had reserved also a few other books for the children's instruction.
Taking Margaret and David by the hand, Donald leading the way with a
bundle of small valuables over his shoulder, she set forth from the
house which had sheltered her for many long years, into the cold world.
Margaret's eyes were filled with tears, and David cast many a longing
glance behind him, while Donald, with his bundle, trudged steadily on
with his gaze ahead, as if he was eager to overtake something in the
distance. Whatever thoughts were passing in his mind he did not make
them known.
Janet's head was bent slightly forward, her countenance calm, almost
stern. A difficult task was before her, and she meant, with God's
grace, to perform it. She had not told the children where she was
going, though she had made up her own mind on the subject. Several of
the cottagers came out to bid them farewell; but as she had made cronies
of none of them, there was little exhibition of feeling, and she had
taken good care that no one should be aware of the destitute condition
in which the orphans were left. Humble presents and offers of
assistance would undoubtedly have been made, but Janet shrunk from the
feeling that her charges should be commiserated by those among whom
their parents had lived, and she returned but brief thanks to the
farewells offered her. She would far rather have been left to pursue
her way without interruption. "Fare-ye-weel, neighbours, just tack Miss
Margaret's, and the laddies, and my ain thanks, but we canna delay, for
Jock will be spearing for us, and we ha' a lang journey to make before
nightfall," she said, bending her head towards one and the other as she
wended her way among them down the hill side.
Janet had a horror of cities and towns, having been bred and lived all
her life in the Highlands, with the exception of a brief visit she once
paid, with Mrs Morrison's mother, to beautiful --, on the east coast.
It being the only town with which she was acquainted, she had made up
her mind to go there.
She had heard also that there was a school in the place, and to that
school Donald and David must forthwith be sent. Without learning, she
was well aware, she could not expect them to get on in the world as she
wished. With regard to Margaret, the consideration of how she was to be
brought up in a way befitting a young lady, caused her more anxiety than
anything else. She might, indeed, teach her many useful things, but she
was herself incompetent, she felt, to train the little damsel's manners,
or to give her instruction from books. Still, "where there's a will
there's a way," she said to herself, "and I ha' a tongue in my head, and
that tongue I can wag whene'er it can do the bairns good."
The journey was a long one, and though honest Jock charged but little
for their conveyance, a large hole was made in Janet's means before they
arrived at the end of it.
The gaunt grave woman, with her three fresh blooming children, caused
some curiosity, as she went about looking for lodgings. A single upper
room was all she could venture to engage. Here she took up her quarters
with her young charges, and thanking her merciful Father who had brought
her thus far in safety, she felt like a hen which had safely gathered
her brood under her wings. She furnished her abode with two
truckle-beds, one for the boys, the other for Margaret and herself. She
procured also a small table and four three-legged stools, a similar
number of mugs and plates, and a few other inexpensive articles.
That same evening, determined not to lose a moment of time, with well
used spinning-wheel set up, she began to spin away as if she had been
long settled, while the children played around her, glad once more to
find themselves alone, and free from the gaze of strangers. She waited
till they were asleep, and then set to work, to manufacture out of the
minister's best suit some fresh garments for the boys, such as she
considered befitting their condition. Her busy needle was going the
greater part of the night, still she was up betimes, and again at work.
She, however, allowed the children to sleep on as long as they would.
"They will weary up here in this sma' room, the poor bairns, instead of
running about on their aine free heathery hills, and I must na' spare
the time to take them out on the links just now till their clays are
ready, and I can send them to school."
One of those admirable institutions in Scotland for the education of all
classes enabled Janet to carry out her project without difficulty. Mr
and Mrs Morrison had carefully taught their children, and the two boys
were well advanced for their age. The master of the school, on hearing
who they were, at once received the orphans, and promised, as far as he
could, to befriend them. "If you will be obedient boys, and try and say
your lessons well, you will get on," he observed.
Donald looked him full in the face, and at once said he would try, and
he always meant what he said. David made no answer, but clung to
Janet's gown, as if unwilling to be left behind among so many strange
people.
"Ye will be back in the afternoon, and we will be spearing for you,
bairns," she said. "They are precious, sir, very precious," she added,
turning to the master. "If they are shown the right way, as their
father showed it them, they will walk in it; but the deil's a cunning
deceiver, and ever ganging about to get hold of young souls as weel as
old ones. Ye'll doubtless warn them, and keep them out of bad company."
"I'll do my best, my good woman," answered the master, struck at Janet's
earnestness for the interests of her charges; and having bid her
farewell, he led off Donald and David, while Janet, taking Margaret by
the hand, returned to her lodging to resume her daily labour, well
satisfied with the arrangements she had made for the education of the
two boys.
Donald and David returned safe home in the evening from their first day
at school. Donald was full of all he had seen and done, and was
especially delighted at finding that he was superior to many boys of his
own age. Having made several friends, he said he thought school a very
fine place. He might have gone out to play a game of golf on the links,
and he would have done so had he not promised Janet to return at once,
but he hoped that she would let him go another day. David had not been
behind hand with his brother in his class, but he had not been so happy,
and the boys had asked him questions to which he had been unable to
frame replies, without betraying the truth, which Janet had especially
charged them not to do.
"They wanted to ken all about us," exclaimed Donald, "and I told them
that they must just mind their ain business; my home might be a castle
in the Highlands some day, and whatever it might now be, I was contented
with it."
"A very proper answer," exclaimed Janet, smiling for the first time for
many a long day. "Ye maunna be ashamed of your home, or those in it,
laddie; just gang on doing your duty, but dinna mind what young or old,
or rich or poor, think of ye."
"But I said nothing, I would na answer them," said David, sobbing.
"Ye did weel, too, laddie," observed Janet. "The wise man knows where
his strength lies, the weakest may thus come off the conqueror."
She had now to make arrangements for Margaret's education. This was
more difficult than for that of the boys. She could not trust her
sweet, gentle, blue-eyed maid among girls who might be rough or
unmannerly, and yet she could not possibly afford to send her to one of
the upper class of schools. Margaret already read much better than she
did, for her own attainments extended no further than a limited amount
of reading and writing. The few books, besides the Bible, she had
brought away from the minister's library, were mostly on theological
subjects, somewhat, she felt sure, beyond Margaret's comprehension. She
lived on dry crusts for many a day to sanction her extravagance in
purchasing several books, one after the other, suited to the little
maiden's taste. Margaret was delighted to receive them, and while Janet
sat and span she read them aloud to her, and amply rewarded was the kind
nurse for her self-denial. Not dreaming that Margaret could possibly
educate herself, she still continued turning in her mind how that
desirable object should be accomplished.
"Dinna ye think that if we ask God He will show us the way," said
Margaret, one day, looking up into the face of her nurse, who had made
some remark on the subject.
"We will do as ye propose, my sweet bairn," answered Janet. "He is sure
to hear us," and, accordingly, when the chapter from the Bible had been
read, which Janet never omitted doing, she, with her young flock around
her, knelt in prayer, as had been the custom at the manse, and she did
not fail to ask for guidance and direction in the matter which had so
sorely perplexed her mind.
CHAPTER TWO.
THE BOYS OBTAIN PRIZES.--JANET DECLINES RECEIVING VISITS FROM ALEC
GALBRAITH, OR ANY OF THEIR SCHOOL-MATES.--MARGARET'S ILLNESS.--IS
ORDERED FRESH AIR AND SEA-BATHING.--CARRIED OFF BY A WAVE, AND SAVED BY
ALEC GALBRAITH.--MARGARET AND HER BROTHERS ARE INTRODUCED TO HIS MOTHER.
It gave joy to the loving heart of Janet, when one day her two bairns
came home, each with a prize under his arm.
"But mine is only the second in my form; David got the first prize in
his," said Donald, as they exhibited their books to the eager eyes of
their nurse and sister.
"Weel, they are bonny--they are bonny," exclaimed Janet, as still
mechanically spinning away, she bent over the books which Margaret, with
sisterly eagerness, was examining.
"I thought I should have had the first, but another fellow ran me hard
and gained it," said Donald.
"Who was he?" asked Margaret, looking up, inclined to quarrel with the
boy who had deprived her brother of the honour which she thought ought
to have been his.
"A very fine fellow--one Alec Galbraith--he beat me fairly; and there's
as much in him as any boy at school." Margaret felt that she had been
too hasty in her conclusions. "I intended to bring him here for you to
see, Margaret," continued Donald. "Though he lives in a fine house, and
has a father and mother, and several big brothers away in foreign parts,
I am not going to let him suppose that I am ashamed of my home. He has
often asked me, and I am determined to be able to say, `That's where I
live, and now what do you think of me?'"
"Nay, nay, my bairn, dinna ye bring him here," exclaimed Janet. She
thought she knew more of the world than her young charge, and scarcely
comprehended his independent spirit, though her own in reality was very
similar. "He will just be laughing at you afterwards, and tell others
that ye live in an attic with a poor old woman."
"He had better not," exclaimed Donald, in an angry tone. "But I ken he
will na do ony sic thing--he is an honest fellow, and if he likes me it
is for what I am, and not for where I live."
"Dinna ask Galbraith to come here," put in David. "Though he may be the
same to you, he may be letting out to others, and maybe they will ne'er
he so kind in their remarks, and will be asking to come here
themselves."
This last observation of David's decided Janet. "We will ne'er have
Alec Galbraith, nor any other of your school-mates, coming here, Donald,
so just tell them that Janet McLaren does not wish to receive visitors,"
she exclaimed, in a more authoritative tone than she usually employed.
Donald promised to act as she desired, and Alec Galbraith continued to
be known only by name to her and Margaret.
Although the two boys, in consequence of the active life they led going
to and from school, and playing on the open links, retained their
health, Margaret, unaccustomed to the confinement to which she was
subjected, began to grow thin and pale. Her cheeks lost their bloom,
her spirit, and the joyous elasticity of her step, were gone. Janet at
length perceived the change in the sweet child, and saw that something
must be done for her. She took her to a doctor, who advised fresh air,
with a romp every day on the links, and sea-bathing. The remedies were
cheap; but Janet could not think of allowing Margaret to go out without
her, and she could not afford the time unless she took out her
knitting-needles, which usually employed her fingers when her
spinning-wheel was laid aside.
The next morning the old Highland woman was to be seen pacing the links,
knitting as she walked, while Margaret, delighted with her newly gained
freedom, went bounding away before her, only wishing that she had her
brothers to share her happiness. When they came home in the evening she
easily persuaded Janet to go out again; and as the three children set
off together, they felt as they had not since they left their Highland
home. Still, as the doctor had prescribed bathing, Janet, who had paid
for the advice, considered that it would be throwing away the siller if
it was not carried out.
The maidens, of high and low degree, in that unpretending little town,
both then and long after, were accustomed to enjoy the salt water in a
primitive fashion. Neither tents nor bathing machines were thought of.
Each matron stood ready with a large sheet, under which her charge put
on her bathing-dress, and then ran off to frolic amid the waves,
resuming her wonted garments in the same way, after her bath. Margaret,
till now, had never seen the ocean. It inspired no fear--only delight
and pleasure--and she hurried into the water like a sea nymph, enjoying
its bracing freshness. For many successive mornings she went down, in
company with several other girls of various ages, to bathe and sport
with glee in the bright waters of a little bay, sheltered on either side
by high rocks from the gaze of passers by.
One morning the sea, though still bright, came rolling in with greater
force than usual, dashing the sparkling spray high up against the dark
rocks. Several of the other girls exclaimed that they should enjoy a
delightful bath, and Janet, unaware of the treacherous character of the
ocean, did not hesitate to allow Margaret to join them. Now a wave came
rolling in, sweeping in a snowy sheet of foam high up the beach, now it
receded with a murmuring sound over the rounded pebbles. The girls,
taking each other's hands, ventured in as far as they were accustomed to
go, waiting till they saw a wave approaching, when they hurried back
again up the beach, where they could escape its force. Margaret, as the
last comer, was the outer one of the line. Not comprehending the
necessity of caution, she let go her companion's hand at the moment the
rest of the party were making their escape from the coming sea. In an
instant she felt herself lifted off her feet; she endeavoured to spring
forward, but the wave had her in its grasp, and, as with a loud roar it
receded, she was carried away towards the entrance of the bay.
For the first moment Janet did not perceive the danger of her darling.
"Oh my bairn! my bairn!" she shrieked out, when she discovered what had
occurred, and throwing down the sheet she rushed into the water vainly
attempting to reach her. Several of the elder girls, horror-stricken,
held her back, scarcely conscious of what they were doing. Louder and
louder she raised her imploring cries for help, as she endeavoured to
break loose from the agitated group surrounding her.
Margaret continued floating on the surface; but was every instant being
borne further away towards the white-topped waves which rose outside the
bay. At that instant a lad was seen to run along the top of the rocks
till he neared the end, when, without a moment's hesitation, he sprung
off into the water, and swam boldly towards the little girl. She had
not from the first struggled, and she lay perfectly quiet, while he
grasped her dress with one hand and struck out with the other towards
the beach. The danger of both was great. Now they appeared to have
made good progress, and now the sea carried them out again towards the
mouth of the bay; but the lad still swam on with undaunted courage
towards the eager arms which were stretched out to assist him in
landing. At length he succeeded in getting near enough to allow Janet
to grasp her charge, and once having her in her arms, she bore her away
up the beach to a warm nook under the rocks, while the lad, his task
accomplished, made good his footing, and then, without waiting to
receive the congratulations of the girls, and the thanks which Janet
would have poured out, hurried off towards his home to change his wet
clothing.
Margaret, who had fainted, quickly returned to consciousness; and from
the remarks she made while Janet was putting on her dry clothing, she
seemed scarcely aware of what had occurred, nor till the other girls,
who had speedily dressed, gathered round her, did she understand the
danger in which she had been placed.
"Who is he? Can ony o' ye tell me the brave laddie's name? that I may
thank him and love him for saving my bairn," asked Janet. Some of the
girls gave one name, some another.
"Na, na, he is neither o' them," exclaimed one of the elder girls. "He
is young Alec Galbraith, whose father and mother live in the big house
over the links there. He gangs to the school, and my brothers ken him
weel."
Taking her bairn in her arms, Janet hastened homewards. The boys had
already started for school, ignorant of the danger to which their sister
had been exposed. Janet placed her on the bed, and now, for the first
time, giving way to her feelings, burst into tears. "I'll ne'er again
trust you to that treacherous sea, my own sweet bairn," she exclaimed,
bending over her. "If it had taken you away, I could na have lived to
come home and see the poor boys breaking their hearts, and they would
have had no one left to care for them. But our God is kind and
merciful, and we maun lift up our hearts to Him in praise and
thanksgiving."
"I will try to do so, dear Janet, though I feel that I cannot be
grateful enough to Him," said Margaret, in a faint voice, and
comprehending perhaps now far more than before, from the unusual
agitation of her nurse, the fearful peril through which she had been
preserved. "And, Janet," she added, in a whisper, "I should like to
thank, with my whole heart, the brave boy who swam out to me and brought
me safely on shore. I remember seeing him running along the rocks and
coming towards me, and then I felt sure I was safe."
"Yes, we will thank him. If I had to live a hundred years, I would
thank him to the end of my days," exclaimed Janet. "But his parents are
rich people, and a poor body like me can give him ne'er more than empty
thanks."
"But if they come from the bottom of our hearts he'll prize them,"
observed Margaret. "And do ye ken who he is?"
"Ay, that I do--he is Donald's class-mate, no other than Alec Galbraith,
your brother is always talking about."
"Oh, I am so glad," exclaimed Margaret. "I can believe all Donald says
of him. I must go with you and thank him too, and I will never more be
jealous though he keeps at the head of the class, and Donald is only
second. He must be as brave as he is clever, or he would not have
risked his life to save that of a poor little stranger girl like me, and
then to have gone away without even stopping to be thanked."
Janet guessed that young Galbraith was not likely at that time to be
found at his house, and indeed Margaret was not fit to go out again at
present. She therefore waited till the boys came home in the evening
from school. They had heard nothing of what had occurred. All they
knew was, that Alec Galbraith had come later than usual to school, that
the master had received his excuse's, and that he had performed his
tasks with even more than his ordinary ability. They listened with
panting breath to the account Janet gave of the occurrence.
"Bless him," cried Donald, "I will never again try to take him down. I
would rather he had done it than any other fellow in the school."
"I will give him all my prizes, and pray for him as long as I live,"
exclaimed David.
Janet thought Margaret sufficiently recovered in the evening to venture
out. "We must go with you," exclaimed Donald. "I want to take
Galbraith by the hand, and tell him all I feel."
The party set off--Janet, as usual, taking her knitting as she quitted
her wheel, from which her active fingers had been spinning yarn even
while the conversation above described had been going on. Margaret was
rather pale, and somewhat weak, but her sturdy brothers supported her on
either side. Though she was eager to thank Alec Galbraith, she felt
somewhat timid at the thoughts of encountering him and his parents.
"I know Alec well enough to be sure that he will make light of the
matter," observed Donald. "He will tell you that he ran no danger, and
enjoyed the swim. But that must not make us less grateful to him. I do
not know what sort of people his parents are--perhaps high and mighty,
and may be angry with you for placing their son in danger. However, I
don't care what they say; nothing shall make any difference in my
feelings towards Alec."
"Nor in mine either," whispered Margaret.
"Nor in mine," said David. "I only wish that I had more to offer him,
not that I can ever pay him, but just to show my love and gratitude."
Would that people were as grateful to God for the benefits daily
received, and above all, to Jesus, for the great salvation He has
wrought for us, as these young people were to the brave boy who had
risked his life to save that of little Margaret.
The above conversation took place as they approached the handsome
residence of Mr Galbraith. Alec had seen them. He ran out to meet his
friends. "I am so glad you have come, Donald. My mother wants to know
you--for I have often told her about you, and how hard you pressed me in
the class. And is this little girl your sister? Why!" and he looked up
from Margaret to Janet, and blushed, as if he had done something to be
ashamed of. "I do believe that I had the pleasure of towing you on
shore this morning; but don't talk about it--it was no trouble at all,
and I have often wetted these old clothes through and through before."
"Oh, but I maun talk about it," exclaimed Janet, grasping his hands, and
pouring out her thanks with all the impetuosity which her grateful
feelings prompted.
"I knew that was what you would say, Alec," exclaimed Donald. "But we
know better about the danger and trouble. You might have been carried
away by the sea, for I am very sure you would never have let go of
Maggie while you had life."
Margaret tried to say something, but she could never exactly remember
what words she uttered.
"If there was any danger, I am sure I did not think about it," said
Alec. "And I am very glad, for your sakes that we got safe to shore.
But now come in and see my mother, for I have often told her that as you
would not lot me go to pay you a visit, we must get you to come here."
Mrs Galbraith, a very amiable and gentle looking woman, received her
visitors with the greatest kindness, and tried at once to make Janet at
home. The old nurse expressed to her the gratitude she felt to her
young son for the service he had rendered.
"It is indeed a happiness to me to find that my boy has behaved rightly
and bravely," answered the lady. "It would have been a sad thing if the
life of that sweet little girl had been lost, and I can only rejoice
that my dear boy was the means of preserving it. I should like to
become better acquainted with her, and you will, I hope, allow her and
her brothers to remain here. I'll send them home at night, or perhaps
you would like to come for them."
"I'll come for them, mem, and am grateful to you for your kindness,"
said Janet, who dreaded any one visiting her humble abode, while, at the
same time her heart beat with satisfaction at the hope that at length
her dear little Margaret might obtain a friend who would give her that
assistance in her education which she herself was unable to afford.
Leaving the children with their new friends, she cheerfully went to her
solitary home to sit and spin, and think over what might be their future
fate in life; and as she span many were the schemes she drew out in her
imagination of their destiny. The boys would do well she was sure,
though they might have a hard tussle with the world. Donald would do
battle bravely with any foes he might have to encounter, and David would
not be behind hand, although he might meet them in a more quiet manner.
Maybe he will wish to follow in the steps of his father, and become a
minister of the gospel, she thought. Weel, weel, its a true saying,
that "Man proposes, and God disposes." If we trust in Him all will be
for the best.
CHAPTER THREE.
MRS. GALBRAITH PROMISES TO BEFRIEND MARGARET.--ALEC'S FIRST VISIT TO
JANET'S ATTIC.--HER SCHEMES FOR CLOTHING AND SUPPORTING THE BOYS.--
ASSISTED BY A KIND BANKER AND OTHERS.--THE BOYS MAKE GOOD PROGRESS AT
SCHOOL.--JANET'S HUMBLE FAITH REWARDED.
The children had a great deal to tell of all they had seen at Mistress
Galbraith's when Janet came to take them home.
"She is, indeed, a very kind lady," said Margaret. "She told me that
once she had a little daughter just like _me_, but God had taken her to
Himself, and asked me if I would like to come and see her very often;
but I said that I couldna leave you, Janet, all alone, when the boys
were at school, with no one to talk to you."
"I can talk to myself, Margaret, ye ken," answered Janet. "I would na
hae ye say nae to the good lady, for I like her looks and her way of
speaking, and she may be a true friend to ye. And if she asks you again
ye will just say ye will do what she pleases, and that ye are obliged to
her. And what do you think of the big house and the great people?" she
asked, turning to Donald.
"It's all very braw and fine; but I would rather hae a house of my ain,
and you in it, Janet," answered Donald.
"May be you will get that, laddie, some day."
"I hope I may; and then I'll ask Alec to come and stay with me, since
you will na let him come here," said Donald.
"I could na deny him onything--so, if he wishes to come, he must come,"
said Janet.
"Then I will tell him," said Donald, "and I am sure he will not carry
tales to the other boys."
The next morning Alec found out the house on his road to school, and
made his way up to Janet's attic. He tapped gently at the door. Donald
went out to meet him.
"I told you we did not live in a fine house, and so you see," he
observed, pointing round the room. "But I am sure you do not think the
worse of us, or our good nurse. We should have been starving if it was
not for her--that's what I have got to tell you."
"No, indeed, I do not think the worse of you or her," answered Alec.
"If I thought it would vex you I would not have come; and I promise you
that I will not say a word to others which you would not wish me to say.
But my mother desired me to call and invite your sister Margaret to
spend the day with her, if Mistress Janet will give her leave."
"She will go, and gladly, as soon as the boys are off to school," said
Janet, answering at once for Margaret.
"Come along then," exclaimed Alec to his companions. "My mother is
longing to see Miss Margaret again, and we will not delay her."
As soon as the boys were away Janet set off with her charge. Mrs
Galbraith received her with the greatest kindness, and would have had
Janet to stay with her also.
"Thank ye, Mistress Galbraith," answered Janet. "But I ha' my household
affairs to attend to, and they will na get on very weel unless I am
present."
From that day forward Janet escorted Margaret to the house of her new
friend every morning at the same hour.
Janet greatly missed her young companion, but she sat on in her solitude
rejoicing in the thought that Margaret was gaining the instruction she
so much desired her to obtain. As she span and span she turned in her
mind various plans for supporting the children and for ultimately
establishing them in life.
"Their claithes will soon be worn out. Donald is already too big for
his, and though they may do for David for a few months longer, with
patching and mending, I would na' like to ha' the poor boys pointed out
by their school-mates as young gaberlunzies; and the siller I get for
the yarn will only just pay the rent and find porridge for the bairns,"
she thought to herself. "The Bible says that it is the duty of
Christians to support the fatherless and widows. I would na' beg for
mysel' while I ha' got fingers to spin wee, but I maun nay let my pride
stand in the way o' the bairns. They maun be clothed and fed, so I need
find out those who ha' got the means, and gi'e them the privilege of
helping the young orphans. The good lady, Mistress Galbraith, will look
after Margaret, I ha' little fear o' that, but I canna let her ha' the
charge of the boys."
Janet having made up her mind to act never lost time in setting about
it. As yet she was unacquainted with the names of any of the people in
the place, with the exception of Margaret's new friend. This knowledge
she had to gain; but, as she said to herself, "wi' a tongue in her
mouth, and lugs to listen wee, that was na' a difficult matter."
She first visited the few shops at which she dealt, and getting into
conversation with the masters or mistresses, quickly gleaned from them
some of the desired information. Having, with much acuteness, made up
her mind as to those most likely to respond to her appeal, she went
forth the next morning, having deposited Margaret with Mrs Galbraith,
to commence the series of visits she proposed making.
The first was to Mr McTavish, the banker, an elder in the church, and a
man much respected, she heard. He listened to her tale with his keen
eyes fixed on her countenance. "You speak the truth," he said at
length, putting his hand in his pocket and drawing out his purse.
"Na, na, sir, I dinna want the siller," said Janet. "If you ha' a mind,
sir, to gie a jacket or a pair of breeks to the minister's son, or ony
other article of dress ye think fit, I'll be grateful, but I dinna come
to beg. It must be a free gift on your part. I dinna want any man's
siller."
The banker, somewhat amused at the good woman's reply, promised to
supply Donald with a new suit; and writing an order to his clothier,
desired her to present it, and obtain what she wanted. Highly delighted
with her success she took Donald in the evening to be measured for a
suit, having first begged the master not to allow the boy to know how it
was obtained.
"Its not that I would na' wish him to be thankful, but it would be bad
for him to feel that he is supported by charity. And I will pray for
blessings on the head of the good gentleman, and the day may come when
he is able to show that he is sensible of his kindness," she observed.
The worthy clothier appreciated her motives. "You have another bairn, I
understand, to look after," he observed. "When he is in want of a suit
let me know, and I will try what I can do for him."
Janet thanked him for his kindness, and promised not to forget his
offer.
She was not always so successful as in these first instances. Some
people refused to believe her story, or declared that they had already
more people looking to them for assistance than they could support;
others again gave full credit to her tale, and admiring her faithfulness
and honesty, were glad of an opportunity of helping the destitute
orphans of whom she had nobly taken charge. Frequently she brought home
a supply of food, but not a particle of it would she touch herself. "It
was given for the fatherless bairns, and they alone have the right to
it," she would say, contenting herself with a bowl of brose, the usual
coarse fare on which she subsisted.
The sale of her yarn enabled her to pay her rent, and to find food for
herself, and a portion for the children. Her own rough garments
appeared never to wear out, while the roof of a neighbouring house below
the window of her attic afforded her a drying ground on washing days.
Money she would never receive; but as the history of the orphans became
known, she was amply supplied with clothing for them of all
descriptions.
Donald and David continued to make excellent progress at school,
obtaining the approbation of all their masters, and gaining, in addition
to Alec Galbraith, several friends among their school-mates.
"Your boys, if they continue as they have began, are sure to do well,
Mrs McLaren," said the head-master, when she went to pay their school
fees.
"Weel, sir, I am sure too o' that, for the prayers of the minister and
my dear mistress could na' have been offered in vain, and though I am
but an humble woman, it is the chief thing I ask o' God, and I ken He
will na' refuse my request."
Margaret went daily to Mrs Galbraith, but that lady did not offer to
take her entirely under her charge. She had her reasons for this; her
own health was failing, and she felt that should she be taken away, and
the young girl be again thrown back on Janet's hands she would feel the
change more than if she continued to reside with her kind nurse.
Although she had never visited Janet, she guessed the limited
accommodation her attic must afford, and had, therefore, engaged, giving
Janet the money to pay the rent, another small chamber on the same
floor, which was devoted to the use of the two boys. Janet gladly
accepted the offer. She felt that as the children were growing up such
an arrangement was absolutely necessary for their comfort, though it
might have been beyond her means to supply it.
When the days shortened the two boys might have been seen in their
little room, seated on their three-legged stools, with a table,
manufactured by themselves, between them, their heads bent down close
together over their books, to obtain as much light as the farthing
candle, placed in the most advantageous position, could afford. When
the cold of winter came on they were compelled to seek Janet's
fire-side, where she would sit silent as a mouse, watching them with
fond eyes, as they conned their tasks, while Margaret, on the other
side, actively plied her needle, either making her own clothes, or
performing some work for her kind patroness. Margaret had lost the
bloom of childhood, and though her features were not sufficiently
regular to allow her to be considered decidedly pretty, she had grown
into an interesting girl, with an amiable expression of countenance--a
faithful index of her mind. Donald had become a strong active fine
looking lad, with features which betokened firmness and decision of
character, while David, though not so robust as his brother, was
handsomer, and a stranger, seeing the two together, would at once have
pronounced him possessed of more mildness and gentleness than his elder
brother, and less able to buffet with the rude world.
CHAPTER FOUR.
DONALD HAVING RECEIVED AN OFFER FROM MR. TODD OF AN APPOINTMENT IN
CANADA, ACCEPTS IT, AND PREPARES FOR HIS DEPARTURE.--MRS. GALBRAITH'S
UNHAPPINESS ABOUT HER SON'S RELIGIOUS PRINCIPLES.--ALEC RECEIVING AN
APPOINTMENT IN CANADA, SAILS WITHOUT RETURNING HOME, TO HIS MOTHER'S AND
MARGARET'S GRIEF.--DONALD ALSO LEAVES HOME FOR HIS DESTINATION.
Janet and David were the sole occupants of the attic. The lad was
seated at his little table with his hooks and papers before him, Janet
looking on wondering at the strange figures he rapidly formed as he
worked away at his mathematical studies. The weather was still cold,
and she had pressed him to keep her company, and enjoy the warmth of her
fire, which the early season rendered necessary. Not a word had she
uttered lest it might interrupt him, when, as she drew forth the thread
from her wheel, which had been idle but a few hours out of the
twenty-four, Sabbath days excepted, since her arrival at her present
abode, David looked up and inquired how many yards she could spin in a
minute.
"I ne'er thought anent it," she answered. "But why do ye ask, my
bairn?"
"Because I wish to calculate how many times the yarn you have spun since
we came here would encircle the globe," answered David.
"Oh, but to be sure a puir body like o' me could na' do sic a thing as
that," she exclaimed, rather aghast at the very idea of such a
performance. David, however, marking the yarn with his pen, bade her
spin away while he counted sixty.
He was engaged in his calculations when a quick eager step was heard on
the stair, and Donald, his countenance glowing with health and
animation, entered the room.
"Janet, I have had an offer, a magnificent offer," he exclaimed,
breathless from some other cause beyond the mere effort of mounting the
stairs. "I would consult no one, and would tell no one till I had seen
you. I was playing at golf on the links, when, rushing along, I ran
right against a gentleman who was standing watching the game. I stopped
to beg his pardon, when, looking up in his face, I was sure he was Mr
Todd, he who was grieve o' the laird of Glenvarlock, and used to come
often to the manse and ha' a crack with our father. Many is the time he
has carried me in front of him on his horse, and lent me a pony to ride.
I asked him--I was right--I told him my name, and that I was at the
High School here, and Margaret and David and I were living with you. He
shook me warmly by the hand, and said he was very glad to meet with me,
inquiring what I thought of doing, and many other questions. He then
begged, as soon as the game was over, that I would accompany him to his
lodgings. `I have been thinking of something for you, Donald,' he said,
when I rejoined him. `I am preparing to start, as soon as the spring
commences, at the head of a party of emigrants to settle on a large
tract of land in Upper Canada, and I want the assistance of one or two
active young men, with heads on their shoulders, who have their way to
make in the world. I have been out there for two years, and know the
wants of the country. Active surveyors are especially required, and I
can assure you that you will be able to obtain a sufficient knowledge of
surveying, for all practical purposes, before we start. All your
expenses will be paid, and you will receive a small salary to commence
with. Say that you will accompany me, and I will not look elsewhere for
an assistant.' I told him I could not say yes till I had asked you,
Janet, and talked to Margaret and David. I do not like to leave you
all, but you see I may make my fortune, and have a home for you all to
come to some day; and if I stay in Scotland it may be long before I can
obtain a situation, and longer still before I can have a house of my
own."
Janet remained silent for some minutes, gazing fondly at Donald,
revolving the matter in her mind, with her lips apart as if the
announcement had taken away her breath. David, with his pen still on
the paper, looked up eagerly at his brother, participating in his
feelings. A sigh which burst from Janet's bosom broke the silence.
"Ye maun go my bairn, as it seems to me that the Lord in His goodness
points out the way. We will ask Him to guide and direct us. Ye should
not go forth into the world without feeling sure that ye are under His
protection, and that He will gie ye, my bairn, if ye ask Him with
faith."
"I know He will, and may be it was He who sent Mr Todd on to the links
this afternoon to meet with me," answered Donald, who, in his eagerness,
was perfectly ready to agree with Janet.
"He orders the steps aright of all who serve Him," observed Janet.
"Janet speaks the truth," said David firmly. "I wish that I could go
with you."
"Na! na! my bairn, you are not old eno' or hardy eno' to bear the rough
life which Donald will ha' to lead in that strange country," exclaimed
Janet, who was not prepared to lose both of her boys at once. "And oh,
it is that terrible sea you will ha' to cross which troubles me to think
of. Is there no other way of getting there?"
"I should be sorry if there was, for I have often longed to sail over
the ocean, and I look forward to the voyage with delight," answered
Donald. "You must not think of the danger. Nothing worth having is to
be gained without that, in my opinion, and we shall be having you safe
on the other side of the ocean before long, I hope, Janet."
"Na, na, my bairn, you maun come back to me, but that terrible ocean I
could ne'er cross."
Donald no longer pressed that matter, and was content with the full
permission Janet gave him to accept Mr Todd's offer, provided Margaret,
on her return home, did not object. The young lady soon arrived, and,
to Janet's surprise, entered at once warmly into Donald's projects.
That evening, as the family knelt down in prayer, Janet earnestly lifted
up her voice in a petition that her bairn might be directed aright, and
protected amid the dangers to which he would be exposed.
The next day, before returning to Mr Todd, Donald consulted his kind
master, who advised him to accept the offer, and put him in the way of
obtaining the instruction he required.
Janet, who had never allowed her charge to discover the means she
employed for obtaining their support, told him to set his mind at rest
about his outfit, which it had naturally occurred to him he should have
a difficulty in obtaining. She at once went to Mr McTavish, who had
continued her firm friend. "An excellent opening for the lad," he
answered. "I should be glad to help him, and let him come and shake me
by the hand before he starts."
Margaret, who besides obtaining many other female accomplishments from
Mrs Galbraith, had learned to use her needle, had ample employment in
manufacturing various articles of dress from the cloth Janet from time
to time brought home with her. Mrs Galbraith, knowing how she was
occupied, begged her to return home each day at an early hour that she
might assist Janet, assuring her that she could readily spare her
services. How eagerly Janet and Margaret sat and stitched away,
allowing themselves but a short time for meals. They were determined to
save expense, by making all Donald's underclothing themselves. Mr
McTavish had desired Janet to let him order what outer clothing he
required at the tailors, with a promise that he would see to the
payment.
Donald meantime attended assiduously to his studies to prepare himself
for the work he was expected to perform, so that he was longer absent
from home than usual every day. His studies were congenial to his
taste, and he entered into them with the more zeal that they were
preparing him for the real work of life in which he had so long wished
to engage.
David was always studious; and now that he had less of Donald's society,
who was apt, when he could, to entice him out to join in the sports in
which he himself delighted, he had more time than ever to attend to his
books. Janet's great wish was that he should enter the ministry, but
she had not yet broached the subject to him. Observing, however, his
habits, she had little doubt that he would willingly agree to her
proposal whenever she might make it.
"Surely the minister would like to have one of his bairns to follow in
his footsteps," she said to herself, "and though it may cost more siller
to prepare him for the work, I pray that what is needful may be
supplied, and my old fingers will na' fail me for many a year to come."
The time was approaching for Donald to take his departure. Margaret
would have preferred consequently, as she had lately done, remaining
with Janet, but her kind friend, Mrs Galbraith, was ill, and much
required her services. Had Alec been at home, it is possible that she
might not have thought it wise to have had so attractive a girl
constantly with her, but Alec had been now for upwards of a year absent.
He had obtained, through his father's interest, a good situation in a
mercantile house in London, and had latterly passed several months in
Germany, where he had been sent on business with one of the partners of
the firm. He frequently wrote home, giving a full account of himself
and his proceedings, as well as of the thoughts which occupied his mind.
Of late Mrs Galbraith had not been so well satisfied as formerly with
the tenor of his letters. His mind, she was afraid, had become
tinctured with that German philosophy which is so sadly opposed to all
true spiritual religion. Mr Galbraith, who was inclined to admire his
son's sayings and doings, told her not to fash herself on the subject,
and that he had no doubt Alec would remain faithful to the kirk, though
at his age it was but natural, mixing in the world, that he should
indulge in a few fancies not in accordance with her notions. The answer
did not satisfy the wise and affectionate mother.
"Such fancies ruin souls," she observed. "While indulging in them he
may be called hence without faith and hope, what then must his fate be?"
She wrote an earnest letter to Alec. The reply was in his usual
affectionate style; but the part touching the matter she considered of
most importance, was as utterly beyond her comprehension as she
suspected it was beyond that of the writer, lucid as he apparently
considered it. The replies to several letters she wrote in succession,
left matters much as they were at first, and she could only pray and
look forward to his return, when she trusted that her tender
exhortations would produce a beneficial effect upon his mind.
"When he comes I must part with dear Margaret," she said to herself.
"It will not do to have the two together. Alec may possibly attempt to
impress his opinions on her mind, and may unsettle it should he fail to
do more permanent injury; or, even should he keep them to himself, her
sweet disposition, and other attractive qualities, may win his heart,
while she may give her's in return, and I am sure that his father would
never consent to his marrying a penniless orphan, and blame me for
throwing them together."
These thoughts, however, she kept within her own breast. Once
entertained, they caused her much anxiety. While, on the one hand, she
earnestly wished to have Alec home that she might speak to him
personally; on the other, as her eyes fell on Margaret's sweet face, she
feared the effect that face might have on her son. She must let her
remain with Janet, that was settled; but Alec was sure to find his way
to Janet's humble abode, as he had been accustomed to do when a boy to
visit his schoolfellows, and he was very likely to suspect the cause of
Margaret's absence from his mother's house.
Had she been able to look into the hearts of the young people, Mrs
Galbraith would have had considerable cause for anxiety on the score of
their meeting. Alec had had for many a day what might have been
considered a boyish fancy for Margaret, while she regarded him as a
brave, generous youth, who had saved her life, and her brother's best
friend; and though she had never examined her own feelings, she would
have acknowledged that she considered him superior to any one else in
the world.
Mr Galbraith, who never having for a moment thought about the subject,
had no reason for speaking cautiously, came into the room one day while
Margaret was seated with his wife, and exclaimed--
"Alec writes word that he wishes if possible to come home and see us, as
he has had a fine offer made him which I have advised him to accept, and
which will keep him away from England for some years. He is doubtful,
however, whether he will be allowed time to come home, and if not we
must console ourselves with the thoughts of his bright prospects. I
should have been glad if you could have had a glimpse of him, but I
purpose myself going up to London to see him off."
"Oh, do try and get him to come home, if only for a few days," exclaimed
Mrs Galbraith. "I could not bear the thoughts of his going away
without seeing him. But you have not said where he is going?"
"I will tell him to come if he can," said Mr Galbraith, "he is not,
however, going to a distant country, but merely to Canada, where he is
to assist in forming a branch of the firm, either at Montreal or
Toronto, as the partners are anxious to commence without delay. I
consider the appointment a feather in the cap of so young a man."
Margaret listened eagerly to all that was said. She was very certain
that Alec was fitted for any post which might be assigned to him. She
trusted, however, he would find time to get home and see them.
"Donald and he will meet to a certainty; how delightful for both of
them, and we shall hear from each how the other is getting on, and they
will be of mutual assistance. Perhaps they will go out in the same
ship," she thought.
Both Mrs Galbraith and Margaret were to be disappointed. A letter was
received from Alec two days later, saying that the vessel which was to
convey Mr Elliott, the principal of the firm, and himself, was to sail
immediately, and that no time could be allowed him to run down to
Scotland. Mrs Galbraith greatly felt this announcement, but this was
not the chief cause of her sorrow. She had long felt her health
failing, and knowing that her days were numbered, she feared that she
should never again see her son. All she could do was to commend him to
the protecting care of Heaven, and to pray, from the very depths of her
soul, that even though it might be through trials and troubles, he might
be brought to accept the truth as it is in Christ Jesus, and have a
living faith in His all-sufficient sacrifice. Would that all mothers
prayed thus for their absent sons exposed to the wiles of Satan and the
snares and temptations of the world. Such prayers would assuredly be
heard; how many wandering sheep would be brought into the fold of
Christ?
Margaret felt very sad when she heard that Alec was not coming, but she
kept her feelings to her own bosom. She had to return home to assist
Janet in completing Donald's outfit. She and her old nurse worked
harder than ever, there still seemed so much to be done, and Mr Todd
had sent Donald word that he must hold himself in readiness to start at
a short notice. The expected order came.
"Fare-ye-weel my bairn, fare-ye-weel, ne'er forget that the deil, like a
roaring lion, is ganging about to seek whom he may devour, and put your
trust in Him who is able and willing to save you out of all your
troubles. They maun come; dinna fancy all is sunshine in the world, but
He will be your shield and buckler in time of danger if you love and
serve Him."
Janet, as she spoke, threw her arms round Donald's neck, and big tears
dropped from her eyes. Margaret clung to him, and kissed his cheek
again and again, till he had to tear himself away; when accompanied by
David, he went on board the vessel which was to convey him to Leith,
whence he was to proceed on to London. David remained with him till the
last, and then returned to Janet's humble abode to apply himself to his
books.
CHAPTER FIVE.
DONALD'S VOYAGE TO CANADA.--HE GAINS THE FRIENDSHIP OF MR. SKINNER.--
REACHES QUEBEC.--VOYAGE UP THE ST LAWRENCE.--ARRIVAL AT THE NEW
TOWNSHIP.--DESCRIPTION OF THE SETTLEMENT.--MR. SKINNER PREACHES THE
GOSPEL, AND TAKES UP HIS RESIDENCE IN THE PLACE.
Donald found himself in a new world on board the fine emigrant ship,
which was conveying him and nearly three hundred settlers to Canada.
They were of every rank, calling, and character, but one object seemed
to animate them all--an eager desire to establish themselves and obtain
wealth in the new country to which they were bound. Some talked loudly
of the honour and glory of subduing the wilderness, and creating an
inheritance for their children; though among them Donald observed many
whom he was sure would never do either the one or the other.
Though frank and open-hearted, influenced by the usual caution of a
Scotchman, Donald did not feel disposed to form friendships with any of
his fellow-passengers until he had ascertained their characters. His
time, indeed, was fully occupied in pursuing the professional studies he
had commenced at home, and in doing work for Mr Todd. There was one
person on board, however, who excited his interest. He was a man of
middle age, and of mild and quiet manners, while the expression of his
eyes and mouth betokened firmness and determination. Donald could hear
nothing about him except that his name was Skinner, and that he was not
connected with any of the parties of settlers on board. His
conversation showed an enlightened mind, but he seemed at first rather
inclined to obtain information than to impart it. Perhaps he also
wished to gain an insight into the characters of his companions before
he allowed of any intimacy. Wherever he was, however he would allow of
no light or frivolous conversation, and he did not hesitate to rebuke
those who gave utterance to any profane or coarse expressions. Donald
had heard him spoken of as an over religious man. That he was a strict
one he had evidence, when one day, while several fellow-voyagers were
indulging in unseemly conversation, Mr Skinner approached them.
"Will you allow me to ask you a question, and I trust you will not be
offended, are you Christians?" he asked.
"Of course, Mr Skinner, of course we are," answered two or three of the
party, in the same breath.
"Then you will desire to follow the example of the Master whose name you
bear," he replied. "And He has said, `Be ye holy for I am holy.' `By
their fruits shall ye know them.' Now the fruits of the lips which you
have been producing are directly opposed to His commands. Can you
suppose that He who hears all you utter will be otherwise than grieved
and offended with the words you have just been speaking? Out of the
mouth the heart speaketh. Let me entreat you to examine your hearts,
and judge what is within them, and then ask yourselves whether they have
been changed. Whether `you are holy as God is holy,' whether you are
real or only nominal Christians. You are voyaging together to a country
where you expect to prosper--to secure an independence, and to enjoy
happiness and contentment for the remainder of your lives; but, my
friends, would you not act wisely to look beyond all this? As our
voyage in this ship must come to an end, so must our voyage through
life, and what then? Again I repeat, that though by nature depraved,
prone to evil, full of sin, with hearts desperately wicked, God says to
all who desire to enter the kingdom of heaven, to become heirs of
eternal life, to be prepared to go and dwell with Him, to enjoy eternal
happiness instead of eternal misery, `Be ye holy as I am holy.' You
will ask me, how can that be? I reply, take God at His word. He would
not tell us to be what we cannot be. He does not mock us with His
commands. He has said, `Believe in the Lord Jesus Christ and thou shalt
be saved.' But He does not mean that your belief is to be merely
affirmative; it is not sufficient only to acknowledge that Christ lived
and died on the cross. All Scripture shows that you must have a living
active faith in the complete and finished work of Christ. You must look
to Him as _your_ Saviour; you must know that His blood was shed for _you
individually_, and acknowledge His great love for you, which brought Him
down from the glories of heaven to suffer on the cross, and that love
must create a love in your hearts, and make you desirous of imitating
Him and serving Him. You must turn from your sins and strive to hate
sin, and in this you will have the all-sufficient aid of His Holy
Spirit. Thus, though as I have said, in yourselves unrighteous, sinful,
impure and doing things that you would not, yet, washed in the blood of
Jesus, God no longer looks on your iniquities. He blots your sins out
of remembrance. He puts them away as far as the east is from the west
He imputes Christ's righteousness to you. He clothes you in Christ's
pure and spotless garments. He declares you to be `holy as He is
holy.'"
Some of the young men he addressed hung down their heads, and others
tried to make their escape, but two or three fixed their eyes earnestly
on the speaker, whose manner was so kind and gentle that none could be
offended, however little they might have been disposed to agree with the
doctrine he enunciated. Among the latter was Donald Morrison. He had
heard many excellent sermons; he had listened respectfully to the
religious instruction which Janet, according to the light within her,
attempted to give him, but he had seldom heard the truth so plainly and
earnestly put before him, or at all events he had never so clearly
comprehended it.
Finding several of the party inclined to listen, Mr Skinner continued
his address, urging his hearers at once to accept the merciful offers of
salvation so freely made. As is generally the case where the gospel is
preached, some were inclined to side with the preacher, while others
were stirred by the natural depravity of the human heart, instigated by
Satan to more determined opposition.
Donald was induced from what he heard to examine his own heart. He had
not before been aware that it was depraved by nature and prone to evil;
that it must be renewed before he could love and truly serve Christ. He
had been trusting to his own good principles, to his desire to do right;
and he had been prepared to go forward and fight the battle of life,
relying on his own strength. Happy are those who make the important
discovery he did before the strife commences, before temptation comes in
their way, or an overthrow, often a fatal one, is certain. Donald had
believed that by living morally and honestly, and by labouring hard, he
should merit admission to that heaven where Christ would reign as king;
but he had never truly comprehended the necessity of the atonement--that
sins must remain registered against the sinner unless washed away by the
blood of Jesus, and that His blood can alone be applied through the
simple faith of the sinner.
From that day forward Donald sought every opportunity of conversing with
Mr Skinner, who was never weary of answering his questions and solving
his doubts. Mr Todd expressed some fears that his young friend would
become so engrossed with religious subjects, that he would neglect his
professional duties, and yet Mr Todd held religion in great respect,
and believed that he made the Bible his guide in life.
"I am very sure, my dear sir, that no man who truly loves and obeys the
Saviour will, in consequence, become a worse citizen, or be less
attentive to his worldly duties," answered Mr Skinner, to whom the
remark was made. "And I trust you will find Donald Morrison no
exception to the rule."
Donald spent a portion of each day with Mr Skinner, sometimes reading
with him, at others walking the deck, as the ship glided smoothly over
the ocean.
Their passage was somewhat long, for calms prevailed, but it was
prosperous, and at length the emigrant ship entered the waters of the
magnificent St Lawrence, and finally came to an anchor before the
renowned city of Quebec, which looked down smiling on the voyagers from
its rocky heights.
There was eager hurry and bustle on board, for the emigrants were
anxious to land, while on shore a general activity prevailed, as it was
the busy time of the year, when merchantmen, long barred by the ice
which bound up the river during winter, were daily arriving, and the
huge timber ships were receiving their cargoes of logs, brought down
through innumerable streams and lakes which intersect the country,
hundreds of miles from the far-off interior.
The emigrants now separated, some to go to the eastern townships or
other parts of the Lower Province, but the greater number to proceed up
the St Lawrence, and across Lake Ontario to the magnificent district
then being opened up, bounded west and south by Lakes Ontario, St Clare,
and Erie.
Donald found, to his satisfaction, that Mr Skinner was going in the
same direction. Donald knew no more than at first who Mr Skinner was;
he was satisfied, however, that he was a true man, with a single eye to
God's service.
"I may possibly settle among you," said his new friend. "Wherever human
beings are collected together, there I find my work."
"Are you a minister then?" asked Donald.
"Are not all Christ's faithful servants His ministers?" asked Mr
Skinner, "called on by Him to make known His great love to perishing
sinners; to tell them the only way by which they can be saved? In that
sense I reply yes to your question. My young friend I desire not to eat
the bread of idleness, nor to take aught from other men's hands."
Donald felt that he ought not to press his question further.
The party ascended the river in a sailing vessel to Montreal, and from
thence Kingston was reached by stage waggons, which conveyed them along
the banks of the river where the navigation was impeded by rapids,
though the greater part of the journey was performed in large boats up
the St Lawrence and through the beautiful lake of the "Thousand
Islands."
"I wish Margaret and David could have a sight of this lovely scenery,"
said Donald to his friend, as they glided by numberless islets in
succession, covered with rich and varied foliage.
"Their steps may some day be directed hither," answered Mr Skinner, who
was even a warmer admirer of the beauties of nature than his young
companion.
At Kingston they embarked on board a large schooner. Next morning, when
Donald came on deck, his surprise was great to find the vessel out of
sight of land. The water was perfectly smooth; a thin mist hung over
it, which probably concealed the nearer northern shore, for as the sun
rose, he could distinguish in that direction a long low line of coast,
fringed with the trees of the primeval forest. Here and there, as they
sailed along, small openings could be perceived, where settlements had
lately been formed, and the giants of the forest had fallen beneath the
woodman's axe.
The voyage terminated at Toronto, till lately called Little York, on the
western shore of the lake, but a long journey had yet to be performed
across the peninsula to the district Mr Todd had undertaken to settle.
Waggons and drays were put in requisition to convey the party and their
goods through the forest, while the leader and his staff, with other
gentlemen, rode on ahead to prepare for their reception. Donald
wondered how vehicles with wheels could make their way amid the stumps
of trees, along the track which then formed the only road to the
settlement. Here and there were swamps, which were made passable by
huge trunks of trees laid across the track, and bridges of timber, of a
primitive, though of a strong character, had already been thrown across
the streams.
"You see pioneers have been before us," observed Mr Todd to Donald.
"Settlers direct from the old country would have been appalled with the
difficulties the well-trained backwoodsmen have overcome."
Here and there were small clearings, in the centre of which log-houses
had been put up, to serve as wayside inns. At one of these Mr Todd and
his party halted as evening closed in. The accommodation was scanty,
though an ample meal of eggs and bacon and corn cakes, was served on a
long table which stood in the middle of the public room. Upon it,
beneath, and on the benches at the sides, the guests, wrapped in their
cloaks, with their saddles for pillow's, passed the night. Donald,
before lying down, went out to take a turn in front of the hut. As he
looked along the cutting towards the west, a bright glare met his eyes.
It at once struck him that the forest must be on fire, and he was
hastening back to warn his companions, when he met Mr Skinner.
"There is no danger," observed the latter. "We will proceed along the
road, and you will see the cause."
The light from the fire enabled them to find their way among the stumps,
and they soon saw before them an opening in the forest, in the centre of
which blazed a huge pile of vast trunks of trees, surrounded by men,
who, with long pitchforks, were throwing faggots under the trunks to
assist in consuming them.
"Although these trees would be worth many pounds by the water-edge, here
they are valueless and in the way, and no other mode has been discovered
of disposing of them," observed Mr Skinner to Donald. "Yet I always
regret to see the destruction of those magnificent productions with
which God has clothed the earth, but thousands and tens of thousands of
those monarchs of the forest are destined ere long to fall to make way
for the habitation of man. Yet one living soul is of more value than
them all, and we may hope that many a voice may be raised to Him in
hymns of praise amid this region, hitherto a wilderness, and which has
resounded only with the howl of the savage wolf, or the fierce war songs
of the long benighted inhabitants of the land."
A busy scene presented itself as the cavalcade at length reached the new
settlement. Here and there, amid the stumps of trees, were scattered
tents, shanties, and log-huts, either finished or in the course of
erection. Women were cooking over fires in front of their rude
dwellings, while their children played around. Oxen, urged on by the
cries of their drivers, were dragging up huge logs to form the walls of
the huts. Drays were conveying sawn timber from the banks of the broad
stream which flowed by on one side--a saw-mill, turned by its water,
being already busily at work. A little way off, the tall trees were
falling with loud crashes before the woodmen's axes, engaged in
enlarging the borders of the settlement. While here and there arose
edifices of greater pretensions than their neighbours, with
weather-boarded sides and roofs. Several broad roads intersected the
projected town at right angles, from which, however, no attempt had as
yet been made to remove the stumps of the trees; while all around arose
the dark wall formed by the forest, closely hemming in the clearing,
with the exception of the single opening through which the travellers
had made their way.
"This is a wild place, indeed," said Donald, as he surveyed the scene.
"It was wilder a few months ago," answered Mr Todd. "It is our task to
reduce it into order, and ere long we shall see handsome houses, gaily
painted cottages, blooming orchards, green pastures, and fields waving
with rich corn, in lieu of the scene which now meets our eyes. But we
have no time to lose. We must select a spot by the river for the new
settlers to camp on, obtain a supply of wood for their fires, and get
some shanties put up for the women and children and old people."
Mr Todd and his attendants dismounted at the door of the chief inn. It
was also a store, at which every iron article, from a plough to a
needle, all sorts of haberdashery and clothing, groceries, stationery,
drugs and beer, wines and spirits, could be procured, as the proprietor,
who shook hands with the new arrivals, informed them.
Donald was soon actively engaged under Mr Todd in the duties of his
office, and from that day forward till the close of the summer he had
very few minutes he could call his own, with the exception of those
granted during the blessed day of rest. He now learned to value the
Sabbath more than ever, when he could rest from the toils of the week,
and leave his surveying staff and chains, his axe and note-book, and
turn with earnest faith to God's Word. No chapel or church had as yet
arisen, and the gospel would not have been proclaimed had not Mr
Skinner invited the inhabitants to meet him beneath the shade of the
lofty trees, where, with his own hands, he had cleared away the
brushwood. Here he proclaimed the glad tidings of salvation by the
blood of the Lamb, to many who had never before heard the glorious news.
Many assembled gladly, especially the settlers from bonnie Scotland;
some came from curiosity, or to pass away the time; and a few to mock at
the unauthorised preacher, who, in his ordinary dress, ventured, as they
asserted, to set himself up among his fellows. Provided souls were won,
the stranger cared nothing for the remarks which might be made.
He had purchased a plot of ground on the banks of the stream, some way
removed from the township, and here, with the aid of three or four hired
labourers, he had made a clearing and erected a log-hut, at which Donald
was always a welcome guest, with several others who came to hear God's
Word explained.
The winter came on, and snow covered the ground, but the axemen went on
with their labours, and the tall trunks they felled could now with
greater ease be dragged either to the saw-mill, to the spots where
log-huts were to be erected, to form snake fencing, or to the great
heaps prepared for burning. Donald was surprised to find how rapidly
the months went by, and how soon the period of the year at which he had
arrived in Canada had returned.
CHAPTER SIX.
LETTERS FROM HOME.--MARGARET LOSES HER FRIEND.--UNSATISFACTORY REPORT OF
ALEC.--DAVID RESOLVES TO GO OUT.--DONALD URGES HIS SISTER AND JANET TO
COME ALSO, AND PREPARES FOR THEIR RECEPTION.--NO TIDINGS CAN BE OBTAINED
OF ALEC.--DAVID'S ARRIVAL.--MR. SKINNER EXPLAINS TO HIM IMPORTANT GOSPEL
TRUTHS.
Donald had frequently written home, and had heard from Margaret and
David in return. Every word from them was of interest to him, and all
kind Janet's sayings and doings were faithfully recorded. She seemed to
work even harder than ever; but as Margaret remarked:--
"She manages to make her purchases at a cheapness that surprises me, and
I often cannot account for the number of articles she brings home for
the money she has to expend. Perhaps she gets more for her yarn than
formerly, or has a hoard with which we are unacquainted. Mrs Galbraith
is as kind as ever, and gives me a number of things which assist me
greatly. Her health is, I fear, however, failing rapidly, and if she is
taken away I shall lose the best friend I ever expect to have, next to
Janet. She hears occasionally from Alec, who is at Montreal, which is,
I suppose, a long way from you, or you would have mentioned him. Mr
Galbraith has much altered; he looks grave and anxious, and is often
irritable with his dear wife. I pray that she may be spared, but I am
very very anxious about her."
The next letter to this acknowledged with pleasure and gratitude the
receipt of the first sum of money Donald was able to send home.
Margaret wrote:--"It has made us rich beyond our most sanguine hope; but
Janet seems unwilling to spend any of it, and says she does not like to
deprive you of your siller; so pray do not send any more unless we
really require it. Mrs Galbraith is kinder than ever, and insists on
giving me everything I can possibly want, saying that I am of so much
service to her that I ought to receive a salary in addition. I, of
course, only do what I can to show my gratitude for her kindness to me
since I was a little girl."
Another letter came from Margaret some months after this, when Donald
had been in the colony upwards of a couple of years. Her kind friend,
Mrs Galbraith, had been taken away, and though she had died with the
hope that Alec would be brought to know the truth, she had been for the
last few months of her life so deeply anxious about his spiritual
welfare, that she could not help speaking on the subject to Margaret,
who had hitherto not been aware of the dangerous notions he had imbibed.
Margaret expressed herself deeply grieved with what she heard, and
promised to unite her prayers with those of her friend for Alec's
conversion.
A few months later Donald again heard from Margaret. Mr Galbraith had
followed his wife to the grave. Her exhortations to him had not been in
vain, and having accepted the truth himself, he was as anxious about his
son as she had been. "I visited him frequently during his illness, as
Mrs Galbraith had entreated me to do," said Margaret, "and though he
was undoubtedly most anxious about Alec's spiritual state, he also, from
what he said, seemed to fear that his worldly prospects were very
different from what he had hoped. The mercantile house with which he is
connected has failed, and I fear that the greater part--if not all--of
Mr Galbraith's property has been lost also, so that Alec will be left
without support unless he can obtain another situation. I need not
suggest to you, my dear brother, to write to your old friend, and
ascertain his position, and if he requires it give him a helping hand.
I must now tell you the determination to which David has come, though he
will write to you himself on the subject. We were not till lately aware
of the assistance we have received from dear Mrs Galbraith and other
friends, from whom we have discovered our kind Janet has been in the
habit of demanding whatever she considered necessary for us. I am sure
that she would not have begged a sixpence for her own support. I am now
thrown more completely than ever on her hands, and though I am anxious
to do anything I can to maintain myself she will not hear of my leaving
her. I would take a situation as a child's governess, or as a companion
to a lady, such as I have been to Mrs Galbraith, or go into service,
but she insists that I must bide at home with her, as she could not
trust me out of her sight, but that I am welcome to ply my needle as
much as I please, and that she doubts not she shall find work for me if
I follow her wishes, which David is anxious that I should do. He cannot
bring himself to draw on her resources, so as to continue his studies
till he can become a minister, which will not be for some years yet. He
has often talked of going out to join you in Canada, and his heart is, I
am sure, set on so doing. He has his doubts as to his fitness for the
ministry, and says that head-learning and book-learning are not
sufficient, and that he is conscious of being destitute of all other
qualifications. He declares he should sink down with nervousness
directly he enters a pulpit, that his voice and memory would fail him,
and that he does not possess that love of souls and desire to win them
to Christ, which he considers the chief qualification for the preacher
of the gospel. I agreed with him when he made the last remark; but
still I trust that he is mistaken about his qualifications. Nothing I
have urged has had any effect in inducing him to alter his
determination. Though he studies as hard as ever, he almost starves
himself in his anxiety not to be a burden to Janet, he will not buy any
fresh books, or spend more money than he can possibly help; indeed, I
must own to you that she would have great difficulty in giving him any,
though she tries to make him believe, as usual, that she has as much as
he can require. I begged you before not to send us home any of your
earnings; but I do not hesitate now to ask you to remit as much as will
be sufficient for David's voyage, if you approve of his going out to
join you."
"The very thing of all others I have been longing for," exclaimed
Donald, as he finished Margaret's letter. "I have ample to enable him
to come out, and I am sure Mr Todd will find employment for him. But
Margaret and Janet must not remain with straitened means; I wish they
would come out also. I will send home sufficient for their voyage, and
use every argument to induce them to come. If they will not they must
spend the money on their own support at home. Margaret will, I am sure,
be perfectly happy out here, though Janet would find the country rather
strange, yet neither of them would mind the rough life they would be
compelled to live, any more than others do, many of whom have been far
more accustomed than they are to the luxuries and refinements of the old
country."
Thus Donald meditated till he persuaded himself that in a few months he
should see his sister and brother and their faithful nurse arrive to
take possession of the log-hut he proposed building for them. He lost
no time in writing a letter, and in arranging with Mr Todd to send home
a considerable portion of the salary due to him. He insisted that
Margaret should receive whatever David did not require for his
passage-money and journey to the township, and should spend it on the
support of Janet and herself, should they decline accompanying David.
He thought it impossible that they could refuse, and forthwith set to
work to build a substantial log-hut on a plot of ground which, by Mr
Todd's advice and assistance, he had purchased not far from Mr
Skinner's location.
Mr Skinner had made inquiries about his family when he heard of his
hopes of being joined by his brother and sister and old nurse. He at
once begged that he would apply to him for whatever he might require for
their comfort and convenience.
"I am a bachelor, and as my personal expenses are trifling, I shall
consider it a privilege to be allowed to be of use to those who are so
well deserving of assistance," he observed. "That old nurse of yours
has excited my warm admiration. Her knowledge may be limited, but from
your account she has lived a practical Christian life, and though you
may justly desire to be independent, and to support yourself by your own
labour, you cannot wish her and your sister to decline whatever aid God
puts it into the hearts of others to offer to them."
Donald warmly thanked his friend; and seeing the justness of his
remarks, without hesitation accepted his offer. His mind was thereby
greatly relieved from any anxiety he might have felt in supporting those
who had become dependent upon him, till he himself should be able to
gain sufficient for the purpose.
He wrote immediately to Alec Galbraith, but some time passed, and no
answer was received to his letter. He then got Mr Todd to make
inquiries of some acquaintances at Montreal, and through them he at last
heard that after the house in which Alec had been engaged had broken up,
the young man having vainly attempted to find employment in other firms,
had left the place without letting anyone know in what direction he had
gone. He had created many enemies by the opinions he publicly expressed
on religious and political subjects, and was looked upon as a disloyal
and dangerous person.
This account greatly grieved Donald, who had not supposed it possible
that the fine manly and talented friend of his youth would be otherwise
than liked, and succeed wherever he might go. "What can possibly have
changed Alec so much?" he asked himself more than once.
Donald mentioned the subject to Mr Skinner.
"What was the foundation of his good qualities?" inquired his friend.
"Were they built on the rock which, when the floods of trial and
temptation came would stand firm, or on the sandy soil, whence they were
sure to be washed away."
Donald considered. "He resided in Germany for some time, and I know
that his religious opinions underwent a change for the worse, and from
some remarks Margaret let drop, that his mother was very anxious about
him."
"That is a sufficient explanation," observed Mr Skinner, with a sigh.
"We must pray that like the prodigal son he may find that he has husks
alone to eat, and be brought back to the loving Father, who, with open
arms, is ever ready to receive those who, having made that important
discovery, return to Him."
The two Christian friends knelt down and offered up their petitions that
the wanderer might be found out and restored.
Few people in the settlement were more busy than Donald Morrison.
Besides building his log house, at which he worked with his own hands,
and superintending the clearing of the ground, he had his official
duties to attend to, which he in no way neglected; and, as the
settlement increased, they became more onerous than at first. "If David
were with me he would find plenty to do," he said, over and over again.
"I wish that he were coming, and I have no doubt Mr Todd would obtain
for him a situation under me."
When Donald wrote home he had begged his brother and sister not to wait
till they could write and announce their intended coming, but if they
could persuade Janet to accompany them, to set off immediately. As each
party of settlers arrived he looked out eagerly, hoping to find those so
dear to him among them. He was destined frequently to be disappointed.
At last, one evening he was seated in his new house, now nearly
completed, busily employed on some plans which he had taken home from
Mr Todd's office, when he was aroused by a knock at the door. On
opening it he saw standing before him a tall slight young man, whom he
knew by his bonnet and tartan coat to be Scotch, "Does one Donald
Morrison live here?" asked the stranger, gazing eagerly at his face.
The moment he spoke Donald knew the voice; it was David's, and the
brothers' hands were clasped together.
"I should not have known you," exclaimed David, scanning Donald's
sunburnt countenance, and sturdy strongly built figure.
"Nor I you, till I heard you speak," answered Donald. "But have you not
brought Margaret and Janet?"
"I am sorry to say no. Janet would not venture across the salt ocean,
and Margaret would not quit her. Janet, indeed, did her utmost to
dissuade me from coming to this land of impenetrable forests, fierce red
men, savage wolves, roaring cataracts, and numberless other dangers,
such as she believes it is, and her dread of exposing Margaret to them,
I suspect, made her more determined to stay at home than had she herself
alone been asked to come, as for our sakes I believe she would have
risked all could she have been satisfied that Margaret would have been
in safety. Finding all my arguments useless, I set off as you wished
me."
"She is a good faithful creature, and we must still hope to overcome her
fears for our dear sister's safety," said Donald. "However, I am
thankful you have come, and I am sure that you will not be
disappointed."
Donald lost no time in placing an abundant supply of bachelor's fare,
prepared by his own hands, on the table. As may be supposed, the
brothers sat up the greater part of the night, talking over the past as
well as their future prospects.
Donald was not disappointed in his hopes of obtaining employment for
David, Mr Todd being glad at once, on his brother's recommendation, to
secure his services. David gave his mind to the work he had undertaken,
and soon became a very efficient assistant to Donald. Though he looked
pale and delicate when he first arrived, and was unable to go through
the physical exertion required of him without fatigue, he rapidly gained
strength, and in a short time became strong and hardy.
Shortly after his arrival Donald took him to call on Mr Skinner, who
welcomed him kindly, and led him to enter freely into conversation, that
he might, as Donald suspected, ascertain his opinions. Donald, when
speaking of his brother, had merely stated that he declined entering the
ministry, and preferred coming out to join him as a settler. Mr
Skinner allowed several days to pass, during which they frequently met,
before he offered any remarks to David on the choice he had made.
"You have abandoned the most important of callings, my young friend, for
one which, though honourable and useful, and which may obtain to you
worldly advantages, is not, in the nature of things, likely to render
spiritual service to your fellow-creatures," he observed.
"Several reasons prompted me to take the course I have pursued,"
answered David. "The principle one, however, was, that I felt myself
unfitted for the ministry, and had a strong desire to come out and join
my brother. I had no spiritual life in myself, and could not impart it
to others."
"Certainly you could not impart to others what you did not possess
yourself," observed Mr Skinner. "But, my dear friend, are you content
to remain without that spiritual life? It is required, not only for
those engaged in the ministry, but for all who rightly bear the name of
Christ, for all who desire to be His subjects, to enter into the kingdom
of heaven. The Holy Spirit alone can impart it to you or to others, but
having it, whether set apart or not for Christ's service, you may be
made the instrument by which many of your fellow-creatures may obtain it
likewise. It should be the object of all Christ's subjects to win souls
for Him. When Christ spoke to Nicodemus and told him that he must be
born again, He addressed a learned man, an expounder of the law of
Moses. If a physician, a merchant, or person of any other calling, had
come to Him He would have said the same. And now I entreat you to ask
yourself the question, which Christ would have put had you gone to Him.
He would have said, as He said to Nicodemus, `Ye must be born again.'
He would not have first inquired whether or not you were intended for
the ministry. He would have said, as He does to all human beings, high
and low, rich and poor, men and women, boys and girls, who desire to
live with Him in heaven for ever and ever. You may be very industrious,
and energetic, and honest, and moral, and well conducted in your secular
calling, but that will not stand you instead of what Christ requires.
The old man must be put off, the new nature be received. I repeat, `You
must be born again.'"
"And how can that be brought about?" exclaimed Donald, much perturbed in
mind.
"Christ says, `the wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the
sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh and whither it goeth,
so is everyone that is born of the Spirit.' Christ did not leave
Nicodemus with this answer, which might well have perplexed him, as it
has those who have turned aside from it as incomprehensible; but He
shows how man must do his part to bring about that new birth. It is by
_simple faith, by taking God at His word_, by looking to Christ and
trusting to His blood as all-sufficient to wash away sin, to His
sacrifice as being accepted in lieu of our punishment. He explains it
in those most blessed words--that most perfect of all similes--`As Moses
lifted up the serpent in the wilderness, even so must the Son of man be
lifted up, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish but have
eternal life.' Know and feel that you are bitten by sin, dying
eternally from its rank poison, and then look to Jesus as the certain,
the only cure, just as the Israelites, bitten by the fiery serpents,
were commanded to look at the brazen serpent, held up by Moses in the
wilderness, as the only way by which they could be cured. Thus, through
simple faith, is the necessary change brought about. All God demands
from us is faith. He, through the Holy Spirit, does the rest. My dear
young friend read that all-important portion of God's Word with earnest
prayer for enlightenment, and you will understand the simple plan of
salvation, which His loving mercy has formed, far more clearly than you
can by any words I may use. The question is, Do you believe that the
Bible is God's Word, that Jesus Christ, His Son, came into the world to
suffer, the just for the unjust--that the world, through Him, might be
saved? If you do, then hear His words,--`He that believeth on me is not
condemned.' If you do believe, then you are born again, for all who are
not born again remain under condemnation. What you require, what we all
require, is more grace, more faith, more love, more trust. For all
those things we can pray, and wrestle, and strive, and God will not
allow us to pray in vain. Faith may be a strong rope or a thin rope, so
thin that we dread its giving way; but God _forms_ it, _God holds it
fast_. In His hands it will not break. Let us then trust in Him, and
ever seek the aid of the Holy Spirit to hold us up, and we shall find
the thin line increasing in size till it becomes a stout cable, capable
of, ay certain of, holding our wave-tossed bark amid the fiercest
tempest which can break around us."
David returned home rejoicing. He did not regret abandoning his former
intention and coming out to Canada; but he resolved to give himself up
to the study of the Bible, and while following his secular calling, to
assist his friend in spreading the truths of the gospel among the
surrounding population.
CHAPTER SEVEN.
DONALD'S EXPEDITION THROUGH THE FOREST.--ATTACKED BY WOLVES.--RELIEVED
FROM THEM BY A HURRICANE, AND NARROWLY ESCAPES BEING CRUSHED BY FALLING
TREES.
Donald having David now to attend to his office work, frequently made
expeditions to long distances where it was proposed to establish fresh
townships. These were performed on foot, and he had become so expert a
backwood's man, that he had no hesitation in trusting himself without a
guide. He, however, carried his gun, and in summer a fishing rod, that
he might supply himself with provisions by the way. His gun also he
required for defence against any wolves or bears he might encounter,
both of which were at that time common in the country, though long since
driven off to the wilder regions of the far west and north.
He was returning from one of these expeditions in the early spring, when
night approaching, as he was making his way through the forest, he
prepared to encamp. His axe quickly enabled him to cut some sticks for
his shanty, for which a quantity of large pieces of birch bark scattered
about served as a covering. The tops of some young spruce firs strewed
on the ground made a luxurious couch, while there was no lack of dry
broken branches to furnish a supply of firewood. He quickly formed his
hunter's camp, and commenced cooking a couple of fish he had caught in a
stream he had shortly before forded, and a bird he had shot during the
day. This, with a handful of Indian meal made into porridge, gave him a
sumptuous repast. After reading God's Word by the light of his blazing
fire, he commended himself to His merciful care, and having renewed his
fire, lay down within his hut fearless of danger.
His journey had been long and fatiguing, which made him sleep soundly.
He was at length awakened by a long low howl. He opened his eyes and
discovered that his fire had gone out, but he was still too much
oppressed by sleep to rise. He was under the impression that he had
merely dreamed of the noise he had heard. It shortly came again,
however, and this time he was aware that it was a reality. Mixed with
the howl were the sounds of savage barks and yelps. He knew them to be
the voices of wolves, disputing, probably, over the body of some deer
they had pulled down, or found dead after it had escaped from the
hunter's rifle. Their repast finished, they might come in the direction
of his camp. Starting up he prepared to relight his fire, and drawing
the wood together, which he had kept for the purpose, he quickly
produced a flame, and then looked to the priming of his gun to be ready
in case of an attack. To sleep longer was out of the question; he
therefore sat up, listening to the appalling sounds which ever and anon
echoed through the forest. He had hitherto in his journeys never fallen
in with a pack of wolves, though he had frequently met solitary
individuals, whose savage jaws had shown what fearful foes, a number
combined together, would prove. His stout Highland heart was not,
however, inclined to give way to fear; besides which, his faith was
firm, and he knew in whom he trusted. At the same time, not being a
mere enthusiast, he felt that it was his duty to consider what were the
best means of preserving his life by his own exertions, should the
wolves discover him, and venture on an attack. He first collected all
the fuel he could find near at hand, and made his fire blaze up
brightly. As, however, it might not last till the morning, it occurred
to him that it would be wise to examine the neighbouring trees, and to
select one up which he might climb, should the savage creatures come
round him. The larger trees were inaccessible; but he found one near at
hand, the lower branches of which he might reach, could he manage to
drive a few pegs into the trunk. With his axe he at once cut some holes
as high as he could reach, and then sharpening several pieces of wood,
hardening them in the fire. The trunk was soft, and to his satisfaction
he found that he could make a ladder, by which he could reach the lowest
branches, and thence gain a part of the tree which would afford him a
secure seat, and enable him to fire down upon his assailants, and, as he
hoped, drive them away.
The night wind blowing keenly, he had no wish to take his seat on the
tree till compelled by necessity. Having therefore made his
arrangements he again threw fuel on the fire, and sat down within the
shelter of his hut, with his gun by his side. The howling of the wolves
had ceased, and he hoped that they had turned away from him, and that he
should not be troubled by a visit. A feeling of security stole over
him, and fatigue overcoming his prudence, he again dropped off to sleep.
How long he had thus sat with his eyes closed he could not tell, when he
was awakened by hearing the savage howls of the wolves close to him.
Starting up he caught sight of numberless dark forms, with glaring eyes,
making a circle round the fire, which they were evidently unwilling to
approach, eager as they were to seize their prey. The fire had burnt
somewhat low, and he feared that should the flames cease to ascend they
might make a dash across the embers, and rush upon him.
The tree he had selected was at hand, and he now regretted that he had
not ascended it at first. A few dry sticks were still within his reach.
Springing out of his hut he seized them, and threw them on the fire.
At that moment a savage wolf, either one of the leaders of the pack, or
more hungry than its companions, made a rush at him from one side.
Happily he was prepared, and firing, the creature rolled over. The
instant it was dead the rest of the animals sprang on the body, tearing
it to pieces. Donald on this, after re-loading his gun, having stirred
up the fire so as to make it burn more brightly, ran towards the tree,
up which he began to climb. The short delay of loading his gun might
have proved fatal, for part of the pack perceiving him, came yelping on
furiously, and he had scarcely got his feet out of the reach of their
fangs before the whole pack had collected round him. His gun, which he
had slung at his back, being rather weighty, he was afraid that the pegs
would give way, and that he should fall among the ravenous jaws below
him, but he succeeded at length in reaching a firm branch, and he drew
himself up on to it, and thence climbed to the point he had selected.
Here he sat securely. Though he had escaped from the wolves they showed
no signs of quitting him; the light of the fire, which still blazed up
brightly, exhibiting their savage forms, as they stood howling beneath
the tree, or circled round and round, looking up with eager eyes towards
him. He refrained from firing, believing that they were more likely to
go away when they found that they could not reach him, than if he should
kill some of their number, when the pack would remain to devour the
carcases of their companions. At last, when morning dawned, and they
still continued round the tree, he began to lose patience, and to fear
that they would carry on the siege till they had starved him out.
"I cannot kill the whole pack," he said to himself, "but I may knock
over so many that the others may at length take warning and make their
escape."
He had no difficulty in firing, and as a branch offered him a good rest
for his gun, he was able to take steady aim, and never missed a shot.
He had killed half a dozen or more, still the wolves continued round the
tree. It was in a dense part of the forest, through which the beams of
the sun did not penetrate, or the creatures, disliking the bright light
of day, would probably have retreated to their fastness. Hour after
hour passed by, the air became unusually sultry and hot, even in the
forest. Donald was growing, at the same time, very hungry, and though,
as yet, he had rather enjoyed the adventure, he now began to feel
seriously anxious about his safety. He had but a few bullets remaining,
and the small shot in his pouch would produce but little effect on the
heads of the wolves, and only render them more savage. He waited for
some time, and then again began to fire, hoping that the sound of his
piece might be heard by any party of Indians or travellers in the
forest, who would come to his assistance, for he knew that the wolves,
cowardly though savage, will seldom venture to attack several people
together. He had expended his bullets. He felt more and more sensible
of the increased heat, and on looking upwards through the branches he
observed an unusual appearance in the sky. The wolves, at the same
instant, became silent, and then seized, so it seemed, by a panic, the
whole pack set off at full speed amid the trees, and were lost to sight.
The heat grew more intense than ever, not a breath of wind was stirring,
the thunder roared in the distance, gradually the sky, as he could see
it through the branches, became of an inky blackness, till a dark pall
collected overhead, then the clouds appeared to break up, and whirled
round and round each other in a state of dreadful commotion, forked
lightening darted from the heavens, and the thunder, in rapid heavy
peals, roared and rattled again and again till the very trees of the
forest seemed to shake with the concussion. Far away out of the forest
arose a black cone-shaped column, which soon joined itself to the mass
of clouds overhead, the lightening flashing with greater vividness and
rapidity, the thunder becoming more deafening than ever. The sound
increased to a dreadful roar, coming nearer and nearer. He had no doubt
that it was indeed a whirlwind sweeping through the forest, he could
hear the tree tops dashed together, the rending branches, the crashing
of falling trees, as the stout branches were twisted round and round,
torn up by the roots, or snapped off as if they had been mere saplings.
Should the devastating tempest pass across where he stood, he could
scarcely hope to avoid being crushed by the falling trees.
He now remembered an open space a short distance off, which, had the
ground not been swampy, he would have selected for his camp. He hurried
towards it. As he made his way through the forest he could hear behind
him those dreadful sounds which betokened the rapid approach of the
hurricane. Already the tree tops were waving furiously above his head,
as he sprang out into the open space, towards which he was directing his
steps. In an instant after the tall trees came crashing down, and
almost lifted off his feet, he found himself encircled by masses of
leaves and boughs torn off and whirled through the air. On he sped till
he gained the centre of the meadow, when, on looking back, a wide
opening appeared in the part of the forest through which he had lately
passed. An avenue had been formed nearly two hundred yards in width, in
which not a tree remained standing, while it seemed to extend far away
into the depths of the forest.
As he was anxious to continue his journey, as soon as all was quiet, he
set off in the direction taken by the newly formed avenue. He had to
proceed a considerable distance towards the track which led to the
township, and he kept as near it as the fallen trees would allow, that
he might observe the havoc which had been produced. He calculated, as
he walked along, that upwards of three miles of forest had been levelled
of the width already mentioned, and that many thousand trees had, in a
few seconds, been destroyed.
CHAPTER EIGHT.
DONALD RESUMING HIS JOURNEY, HEARS A CRY OF DISTRESS.--FINDS A MAN UNDER
A FALLEN TREE, WHO, AFTER CARRYING HIM SOME DISTANCE, HE DISCOVERS TO BE
ALEC GALBRAITH.--THEY CAMP FOR THE NIGHT.
Donald was about to leave the scene of havoc caused by the whirlwind,
when a groan, as if from a person in pain, reached his ears. It was
repeated with a faint cry of "Help! help!" He made his way among the
fallen branches in the direction from whence the sound came. At length
he saw, beneath a fallen tree, a man of strong frame, so pressed down by
a bough that he could not extricate himself.
"Get me out of this, for I can endure the agony no longer," cried the
man.
Donald hastened up to him. "I'll do my best to release you, my friend;
but let me see how I can best manage it," he said. At first he thought
of chopping away the bough, but then he saw that the man would suffer by
the blows. He soon, on examination, determined how alone it could be
done. With his axe he cut two pieces of wood, one of which would serve
as a crowbar, the other thicker and shorter, to place under the bough
after he had raised it. It was a work of time, and his heart was
grieved at the pain which the poor man was enduring during the
operation.
At length, by great exertion, he raised the bough sufficiently off the
crushed limb to enable him to drag out the sufferer.
"Water! water!" were the only words the latter could utter. Donald had
a small quantity in a flask, with which he moistened his lips. It
somewhat revived the man; but how, in his crippled state, he could be
conveyed to the township, was now the question. The stranger was
strongly built and heavy, and Donald felt that, sturdy as he himself
was, he could scarcely hope to carry him along the uneven track so great
a distance. Still, to leave him in his present exhausted condition was
not to be thought of; the wolves, too, from which he had escaped, might
come back before he could possibly return with assistance.
"I must take you on my back, my friend," he said to the stranger, who
appeared to have recovered sufficiently to understand him. "I see no
other way of preserving your life. Trust to me. I can at all events
carry you some distance before nightfall, we will then encamp, and
continue our journey to-morrow."
"I am not worth the exertion and trouble it must cause you," said the
man, gloomily. "The pain overcame me, and I would that the trunk itself
had fallen on me, and put me out of existence altogether."
"Nay, nay, my friend," answered Donald. "You should rather be thankful
to the merciful God who, though He has allowed you to suffer injury, has
preserved your life, that you may yet have an opportunity of devoting it
to His service."
"I do not comprehend your philosophy. I know that I have been suffering
unspeakable agony. I have nothing to be thankful for on that account,"
answered the man.
"We will not dispute the point now, my friend," said Donald. "But let
us make the best of our way to the township. This stout stick, which I
used as crowbar, will serve to support me as I walk. Now let me lift
you on my shoulders, and we will proceed on our journey."
Donald, on this, stooped down, and placed himself so that the stranger
could cling to his back, and with his heavy weight he made his way
through the forest.
He had not gone far, however, before he began to fear that he should
make but slow progress, even should he not be compelled to abandon his
intentions altogether, and to leave the unhappy sufferer by himself in
the forest. He staggered on till he reached a small stream, where he
could obtain water to quench the sufferer's burning thirst. He examined
also the injured limb--the bone did not appear to be broken, although
the flesh was fearfully bruised and discoloured.
The clay was already far advanced, and when in a short time he began to
feel the strain which had been put on his own muscles, he came to the
resolution of encamping where they were, and should no one appear, to
continue the journey the next day.
Having first bathed the sufferer's leg in the cold waters of the stream,
and bound it up as he best could, he commenced making preparations for
encamping, by cutting some spruce fir tops for a bed, collecting stakes
and slabs of birch bark to form a hut, and dry branches for a fire.
This did not take him long. He hurried through the work, for he wished
to shoot some birds or catch some fish for supper. Having lighted a
fire, he left his patient, suffering less apparently than before, and
went off up the stream hoping to find the necessary provisions.
He was more successful even than he expected, and returned with an ample
supply of fish and fowl. Hitherto the stranger had been in too much
pain to speak more than a few words. The food greatly revived him; and
as he sat up, leaning against the side of the hut, Donald observed that
his eyes were fixed on him with an inquiring look. Donald had spoken
several times in broad Scotch.
"It must be so," exclaimed the stranger at length, "though I am not
surprised, Donald Morrison, that you do not know me."
Donald gazed eagerly at the stranger's countenance, then leaning
forward, grasped his hand.
"Yes, I know you now, Alec Galbraith, my dear friend," he exclaimed,
"though till this moment I had no suspicion who you were. How thankful
I am that I should have been sent to your help."
Donald then told Alec how anxiously he had been inquiring for him, and
how sorry he had been at being unable to discover where he was. "I
don't like to make you talk now, though," he added. "You must tell me
all about yourself by-and-by."
"That would not take long, Donald," answered Alec. "Though, as the
subject is not a pleasant one, I will gladly defer it. Just before I
had discovered who you were I had been intending to insist on your
leaving me till you could send some one back from the township to bring
me in, if any one could be found to perform so thankless an office for a
wretched pauper like me. I had been counting on my strong arm and
resolution to make my way in the backwoods, as many another determined
fellow has done, and now I find myself suddenly brought down, and for
what I can tell to the contrary, a helpless cripple for life."
"You are right in supposing that I would not leave you, my dear Alec,"
answered Donald gently. "Indeed, I would not have done so had you been
a stranger. Trust to God's loving mercy for the future. Your leg is
not, I hope, materially injured, and on your recovery you may be able to
carry out the plan you proposed, for I feel sure you will find
employment for your head as well as your arm, and the two together, in
this magnificent country, will secure you all you can require. But oh,
Alec, if you would but put faith in the love of God and His protecting
care you would no longer be in dread of the future."
Alec sat silent for some minutes. "If God is such as I was always
taught to suppose Him, He can only visit with His vengeance a being like
myself, who has dared His power, and done numberless things which He is
said to prohibit. No, I feel that I am a wretched outcast sinner in His
sight, worthy only of punishment. He has for some time past been
pursuing me with His vengeance, and I see no reason why He should stop
till He has crushed me quite."
"Of course, my dear Alec, you are perfectly right in your estimation of
yourself, and right, too, with regard to God, if you judge Him as man
judges. His justice demands your punishment, but His love and mercy
would preserve you if you would accept the plan He has formed for saving
you and restoring you to that favour which you have justly lost. He
asks you to do what you have just done, to acknowledge yourself a
sinner, and now do what He demands besides, and throw yourself
unreservedly upon Him."
"Your system is a beautiful one, Donald, but I confess that I cannot
comprehend it," said Alec, with a groan, produced by the pain he was
suffering, then he added, in his old careless and somewhat sarcastic
tone, "Tell me, old fellow, is it thoroughly orthodox."
"It is according to God's word, and that I dare not dispute," answered
Donald. "And I will pray that His Holy Spirit will make it as clear to
your mind, and bring it home to your soul, as He has to mine. We will
not, however, talk further now, as it is important that you should get
some sleep. I will watch over you, and keep the fire burning, and I
hope that to-morrow we shall be able to resume our journey. Before you
sleep, dear friend, we will offer up a prayer for God's direction and
assistance."
"As you think fit," answered Alec, expressing no satisfaction at the
proposal.
Donald knelt and prayed, and then read a portion of God's Word. Alec
sat listening, but made no remark, though he pressed his friend's hand
when he had finished, and then lying down closed his eyes.
As Donald sat by the side of his friend he observed that though his
slumbers were troubled he appeared to sleep soundly. He had resolved to
carry him till he could get help, though he felt that the task was
almost beyond his strength; but he did not despair. He prayed for that
aid he so much needed, and felt sure that it would be sent in the way
God might judge best.
The faithful believer does not expect a miracle to be wrought in his
favour, but he knows that the Most High, who allows not a sparrow to
fall to the ground without knowing it, so orders and arranges all the
movements of His creatures, that He accomplishes, by apparently ordinary
means, whatever He desires to bring about. Thus when the believer prays
he is sure that his prayer will be answered, though it may not be in the
way he, in his finite judgment would desire. Resting securely on God's
love and mercy, he is sure that all will be ordered aright.
CHAPTER NINE.
WHEN ENCAMPED, DONALD IS VISITED BY AN INDIAN, WHO ASSISTS IN CARRYING
ALEC TO THE TOWNSHIP--INFLUENCED BY THE CONDUCT OF THE CHRISTIAN INDIANS
AND THE EXHORTATIONS OF HIS FRIENDS, ALEC IS BROUGHT TO ACKNOWLEDGE THE
TRUTH.--HIS BROTHER REQUIRES HIS PRESENCE IN ENGLAND, TO RECOVER HIS
FATHER'S PROPERTY, AND HE SETS OFF.
Donald was still reading from his pocket Bible, but had begun to feel
somewhat drowsy, when he was fully aroused by seeing a tall figure
moving through the forest towards him. As the stranger approached, the
light of the fire exhibited a person of a dark countenance, with black
hair, in which were stuck a few tall feathers, while his coat and
leggings, ornamented with fringe, were of untanned leather. Donald at
once knew him to be one of the natives of the land. The Indian
approached fearlessly, and sat down beside him.
"I see your fire from my camp," he said, in tolerable English. "I white
man's friend. Where you go?"
Donald, who knew that the natives in that district were on friendly
terms with the settlers, at once told him who he was, and the difficulty
in which he was placed.
"I help you," said the Indian. "We not far from river. Canoe take up
your friend to township."
The assistance offered was just what Donald had been praying for.
"God has sent you to my help, my friend," he said to the Indian, "and I
gratefully accept your offer."
"You know God and His Son Jesus Christ?" asked the Indian.
"I do, my friend, praise His name that He has made Himself known to me."
"I know and love Him too," said the Indian. "He good Master; I wish all
my people knew Him and served Him, then they not drink the fire-water,
and vanish out of the land, as they are doing."
Donald grasped the Indian's hand. "I do, indeed, wish that not only
your people, but mine also, were subjects of the Lord," he said. "Let
us pray that we may have grace to make His name known among them."
The white man and the red knelt as brothers, side by side, and together
offered up their prayers for the conversion of their countrymen.
"Please read God's Word to me," said the Indian. "I love to hear it."
Donald gladly did as he was requested, his companion occasionally asking
him questions. It was nearly midnight before the Indian rose to return
to his own camp, promising to come back in the morning with some of his
people to convey Alec to the river.
Soon after daybreak, he appeared with a litter, which he had had
constructed, and a supply of food, in case, as he said, his white
brother might require it. Alec had been for some time awake. He did
not appear surprised when the Indians arrived.
"I heard you reading to the stranger," he said, "but I was too weary to
speak."
As soon as breakfast was over, Alec was placed on the litter, and the
Indians bore him along lightly and easily through the forest. It was
past noon before the bank of the stream was reached. Here they launched
two of their canoes, which together were sufficient to convey the whole
party. Alec was placed in one, under charge of the chief, and Donald
took his seat in the other. At night they camped on shore, when Donald
read the Bible to his redskin friends, Alec being apparently an
attentive listener.
"It is strange," he afterwards remarked to Alec, "that that book should
have such a power over the men of the wilderness as apparently to change
their savage natures."
"God's Holy Spirit is the power applied to those who accept His offer
made to them by means of the book," continued Donald. "You, my dear
Alec, will experience the same change if you will but take God at His
word and trust Him, although you, from having had these offers often
made and rejected, may have to pass through many troubled waters, such
as these children of the desert have not experienced. But remember His
words, `Seek and ye shall find, knock and it shall be opened unto you.'
`What encouragement does that promise afford sinners, conscious that
they are such, and tossed about with doubts and fears.'"
Alec made no reply. Donald, however, felt sure that the conduct and
conversation of his Indian friends had had a great effect on his mind.
On the evening of the second day, the party reached the township, when
the Indians conveyed Alec to Donald's house. The sincerity of the chief
was proved, when he refused to receive any reward for the service he had
rendered.
"No, no, my friend," he answered. "I rejoice to help brother
Christians, for I remember the Lord's words, `I was hungred, and ye gave
me meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink: I was a stranger, and ye
took me in: naked, and ye clothed me: I was sick, and ye visited me: I
was in prison, and ye came unto me.'"
Alec, who had been laid on Donald's bed, desired to bid farewell to the
Indians before they took their departure, and to thank them for the
service they had rendered him.
"Do not speak of it, friend," answered the Indian. "Jesus, our Master,
went about doing good. I only try to be like Him, and I very, very far
away from that."
"It is wonderful, very wonderful," murmured Alec, after the Indians had
left him. "I do not think my philosophy could have changed them as
their faith in the Bible appears to have done."
Notwithstanding this, it was long before Donald perceived the desired
change in his friend's heart.
The surprise of David may be supposed, when, on his arrival from the
office, he found a stranger in the house, and discovered who he was, and
though he grieved to see him in so sad a condition, yet he was thankful
that he had thus been placed under his and his brother's care. Like
brothers, indeed, they watched over him, assisted by Mr Skinner, who,
as they had to be constantly absent, proposed taking up his abode with
them till Alec's recovery.
"I shall make a capital nurse," he said, "and may be able to minister to
a mind diseased."
Donald had also obtained the assistance of a surgeon, who at first
seemed very doubtful whether Alec would ever recover the use of his
limb, and expressed himself somewhat carelessly to that effect in the
hearing of his patient. Alec groaned.
"To be a miserable cripple and a friendless beggar for the rest of my
life," he muttered.
"No, no, dear Alec, you will not be either friendless or a beggar," said
David, who sat by his side. "While Donald and I live you will find
means of employment, even if you lose the use of your leg; and I am sure
you know enough of us to feel that we can only rejoice to have you
beneath our roof."
For many days Alec continued ill and feverish, and seemed to pay but
little attention to what Mr Skinner from time to time said to him,
although his kind friend spoke most judiciously, and always sought the
right season for speaking. He did not always, indeed, address him
directly.
"It seems surprising to me," he observed, one day, "that anyone should
fail to acknowledge that man is composed of two parts, the physical and
spiritual, and that God, his maker, who has so amply provided for his
physical wants, and formed this world so beautifully and so perfect,
should have neglected supplying the wants of his spiritual part--by far
the most important--with what it so greatly requires, guidance and
direction; and above all things, what it so yearns after, a knowledge of
Him who formed it. Now those who really study the book (which professes
to be given by God) according to the way He in it points out,--namely,
in a humble spirit,--with prayer for enlightenment--invariably find that
want fully supplied; and making due allowance for the various
constitutions of the human mind, they are entirely agreed on all
cardinal points regarding the Bible, while its opponents, who profess to
be guided by the light of reason alone, differ in every possible way,
their theories being almost countless; while they agree only in denying
the authority of a book, of the Divine nature of which they have no
experimental knowledge, declining, in their pride, to follow the
directions it gives them for obtaining that knowledge. Then, when we
take a glance round the heathen world, past and present, we find men
following courses, with habits and customs destructive to human
happiness, and abhorrent to the conscience which God has given man when
uncontaminated by them. Contrast the result which the theories of
philosophers and the heathen systems produced, with that which the mild
loving faith Christ taught, if universally adopted, would bring about in
the world, and who would hesitate between the two? And then when, in
addition, we remember that Christ ensures to His followers eternal
happiness, greater even than the mind of man can comprehend, what
madness is it in those who hesitate to accept His offers! True, there
are mysteries which even the Bible does not explain, such as the
existence of Satan; but it does explain why Satan has power over man,
and why sin and misery and death came into the world. This was the
reason that man was disobedient, that man refused to trust to his Maker
and listened to Satan. Man, in the pride of youth, health, and
strength, and mental powers, may look with contempt on the Gospel, but
God, in His loving mercy brings down those He loves, by poverty,
suffering, and loss of friends, and then they feel their weakness and
the vanity of all human systems, and are led to turn to Him who alone
can lift them up and give them comfort, and a promise of a better life.
How plain and easy are the demands He makes; how full of mercy; how
simple is the plan He has arranged."
Alec, as usual, had had been listening attentively to all Mr Skinner
had said. He never attempted to argue with him. He had long lost all
confidence in the correctness of the notions he had held. Tears filled
his eyes. "I believe, help Thou my unbelief," he ejaculated, in a
broken voice.
His health and strength had been rapidly improving. Through the
assistance of his friends, when perfectly recovered, he obtained
employment, and was soon able to lay by money, and to feel himself
independent. Notwithstanding this, by his life and conversation, he
showed that the good seed had taken root; the only companionship he
sought was that of Donald and David, and Mr Skinner, and other true
Christians whom he could meet with in the neighbourhood. He had
followed his friends' example, and purchased a piece of land, which he
had commenced cultivating, and on which he told them he hoped soon to
put up a substantial log-house.
"You will not like to live a solitary life," said Donald. "You will
want a companion. I did not get on half as well as I do now before
David came out."
"Perhaps I may some day find one," answered Alec, smiling. "I shall
live on in hopes that one of congenial tastes to my own may be sent me."
"Till you find him you must promise to remain on with us," said Donald.
"We cannot part with you, and I suspect that we should be jealous of any
one whom you might select."
A short time after this Alec received a letter from one of his long
absent brothers, who had returned to England. He wrote saying that he
had looked into their father's affairs, and found that there was yet
some property which might be recovered, but that it would require his
presence and that of the rest of the family, to settle the matter. A
remittance, to enable him, without inconvenience, to pay his passage
home, was enclosed in the letter. Donald and David were truly glad to
hear of this.
"You must not be persuaded, Alec, however, to stay away," they
exclaimed. "You must promise to come back as soon as your affairs are
arranged. You are wanted in this country."
Mr Skinner, while he congratulated his young friend on the brightening
of his worldly prospects, cautioned him affectionately against the
temptations to which he might be exposed.
"I know that I am very weak," answered Alec, humbly. "But I go forth,
not in my own strength but seeking the aid and direction of God's Holy
Spirit."
"While that is sought, and it will never be denied, you will be strong,
and I have no fear of the result," was the answer.
The Morrisons and Mr Skinner undertook to look after Alec's property
during his absence, and he set off on his journey to England.
CHAPTER TEN.
A LETTER FROM MARGARET.--JANET'S ILLNESS.--ANXIETY ABOUT ALEC'S
RETURN.--A DELIGHTFUL SURPRISE.--ARRIVAL OF ALEC AND MARGARET WITH
JANET.--MARGARET HAS BECOME ALEC'S WIFE. CONDUCTED BY THE BROTHERS TO
THEIR NEW HOUSE.--ARRIVAL OF MR. SKINNER'S SISTER, MRS. RAMSDEN AND HER
DAUGHTERS, WHO, AS MIGHT POSSIBLY BE EXPECTED, BECOME THE WIVES OF
DONALD AND DAVID JANET CONTINUING TO LIVE WITH MARGARET, PAYS FREQUENT
VISITS TO HER OTHER BAIRNS, AND IS EVER WELCOMED BY THEM, AND THE
NUMEROUS WEE BAIRNS WHO SPRING UP IN THEIR MIDST.--CONCLUSION.
In those days, when no magnificent ocean steamers, with rapid speed,
crossed weekly the Atlantic, the settlers in Canada, whose friends had
returned to the old country, had often to wait three or four months
before they could hear of their safe arrival.
Some time after Alec had gone a letter was received from Margaret,
written in a less happy strain than was usual to her. Janet had been
suffering from rheumatism, and found it impossible to spin as much as
she had been accustomed to do. The state of her health made her feel an
unwonted anxiety about the future prospects of her beloved charge. "I
know, however, that all will be well," wrote Margaret, "so I do my best
to keep up her spirits, by reminding her of God's loving kindness, in
which she has hitherto so firmly confided. Were it not, however, for
the assistance you have given us, my dear brothers, I confess that we
should have a great difficulty in supporting ourselves. I do all I can
to repay our kind and loving friend for the years of tender care she has
bestowed on us. What would have become of us all had it not been for
her?"
Donald and David had a short time before this sent home a larger sum
than usual, which they hoped would have been received soon after the
letter was written, and they trusted that it would assist to restore
Janet's spirits, and convince her that as long as they lived Margaret
would not be left destitute.
Weeks and weeks passed by, and no acknowledgment of the sum was
received, and no other letter came to hand.
As they hoped that Alec Galbraith would not be long absent, wishing to
give him a pleasant surprise, they had gone on with the erection of his
house, and completed it, declaring that as their reward they would sell
their property, for which they had had several advantageous offers, and
go and live with him till they should fix on another location further
off in the wilderness, to bring under cultivation.
"He must have been at home several weeks, and had plenty of time to
arrange his affairs with his brothers," observed David.
"I wonder he has not written to us. Perhaps the letter, or the vessel
herself bringing it, may have been lost," observed Donald. "That has
been the fate of several of Margaret's letters. Depend upon it we shall
hear from him or our sister before long, and he is sure to pay her a
visit before he comes back, that he may bring us news of her and Janet."
They were seated together one evening in their log-house, their meal
just placed on the table. "I fancy I heard footsteps," said David.
"Yes, some one hails."
It was Alec Galbraith's voice. Donald and David rushed out. There
stood Margaret and Alec Galbraith, while dear old Janet followed with
eager looks close behind them. Donald, seizing his sister's hands, drew
her to him, while David grasped those of Alec, till his brother could
relinquish Margaret to him, and then land Janet, rushing forward, threw
her arms around both the brother's necks, and sobbed out, "My bairns, my
bairns, though I feared the salt sea I would have gone over more than
twice the distance to hold ye thus agen!"
The new arrivals were soon seated at the already spread board. As
Margaret happened to place her hand on the table Donald observed a plain
gold ring on her finger.
"What!" he exclaimed, turning quickly to Alec. "Is it really so?"
"I thought we should surprise you," he answered, laughing. "But I would
not come away without her, and as she knew that you would mourn my
absence, she at last consented to return with me as my wife, provided
Janet would come also. It was a hard matter, however, I can assure you,
to persuade her to venture across the ocean."
"Indeed, my dear Donald," said Margaret, when she and her brother were
shortly afterwards together, and her husband was absent, "much as I
found I loved him, and had loved him since I was a girl, I would not
have consented to be his wife had I not been convinced that he had
abandoned those infidel principles which had caused his poor mother so
much grief, and had also become a faithful follower of the Lord. I was
at first delighted to see him, and then my heart sank within me for fear
that he was unchanged. He did not leave me long in doubt on the
subject. I knew by his gentle and subdued manners, by the unmistakable
expressions he used, and then by the deep sorrow that he expressed, that
the opinions he once held had grieved his poor mother, that he no longer
adhered to the vain philosophy in which he had formerly gloried. I soon
discovered that he loved me, and then I had no hesitation in giving him
my heart in return."
"You acted wisely and rightly, dear Margaret and David and I are truly
glad to welcome him as a brother, whom we have long looked upon as the
most intimate of our friends."
The next day, Alec and Margaret, accompanied by Janet, were conducted in
due form by Donald and David to the house which they had but lately
finished on Alec's property. The surprise was indeed a great and
delightful one. As it did not take long to get in as much furniture as
was required at that season of the year, Margaret and her husband, with
her faithful nurse, in a few days took up their abode there.
Alec's worldly circumstances had greatly improved, for much more of his
father's property had been recovered than he expected, so that his share
was considerable, and with the experience he had gained, he was able to
employ his capital in farming, with great advantage.
"What will you two poor bachelors do by yourselves," said Margaret.
"Could you not manage to come and live with us in this house as you
purposed doing had Alec returned alone?"
"We have work enough in drawing our plans, and other business of our
office to employ nearly every hour of the day," answered Donald. "And
besides, we are anxious to assist Mr Skinner, who wishes to enlarge his
house as soon as possible, as he expects a widowed sister and her family
to join him shortly, and he does not consider the accommodation he can
now offer them, sufficient."
"Oh, I suppose he wishes to have a nursery built where the children may
be out of hearing," said Margaret, laughing.
"He has not mentioned the ages of his nieces, or how many there are of
them," said David, "but I should think, from a remark he made, that they
cannot be little children."
The young men made no inquiry of their friend about the more juvenile
portion of the family of his expected relatives. As he had himself now
been some time absent from England, he might have been able to give them
very little information. David, however, confessed to Margaret that he
felt somewhat curious on the subject. This was increased when the new
part of the house having been finished, Mr Skinner fitted up one
chamber which he said was for his sister, and two other pretty little
rooms for his elder nieces, and certainly the furniture, which he put in
to them, was scarcely such as he would have chosen for young children.
Just at the time Mr Skinner was expecting the arrival of his sister,
Mrs Ramsden and her family, Donald and David had to leave home to visit
some distant township on business. Mr Skinner had, before this asked
the assistance of Margaret and Janet in fitting up his house. Janet,
with her usual kindness of heart, offered to remain for a day or two to
receive the new comers, whom she understood had no servant with them.
"The poor lady may be tired, and the bairns will ha' na one to gie them
their supper, and put them to bed, and it will be just like old times
coming back, and be a muckle pleasure to me," she observed, to Margaret.
Mr Skinner was very glad to accept her services, feeling sure that she
would be of much assistance, although he might not have supposed that
his nieces would require the attendance of a nurse.
Janet was to bring word to Margaret when Mrs Ramsden would be able to
see her, and she proposed then walking over with Alec to visit her.
She had numberless occupations which kept her and Janet fully employed;
for though her husband had engaged a sturdy Scotch girl to milk the
cows, and perform some of the rougher work of the farm, the damsel
herself required her constant superintendence. There were poultry of
several varieties, as well as pigs, to be fed; the flower and kitchen
garden to be cultivated, and numerous household duties to be attended
to, Alec himself being constantly engaged in clearing fresh ground, and
in the more laborious work about the farm.
Margaret had greatly missed Janet the days she had been absent, and with
much satisfaction, therefore, she saw her with her knitting in hand--
without which, even in Canada, she never moved abroad--approaching the
house.
"Oh yes, they are come, my bairn," she said, to Margaret's inquiry.
"Mistress Ramsden herself is a brave lady, and seldom have my eyes
rested on twa mair bonny lassies than her daughters, na pride, na
nonsense about the young leddies, Mistress Mary and Emily Ramsden, and
just as gentle, and loving, and kind as lambs to the younger children.
They thanked me for my help; but they put their hands to everything
themselves, and would nae let me do half as much as I wished. I'll tell
you what, Margaret, I have set my heart on having them for my twa
bairns. They would make them bonny wives, indeed, but don't ye gang and
tell your brothers, for there is that obstinacy in human nature that
they might back, and kick, and run off into the woods rather than do
what, if left alone, they would be eager after."
Margaret promised to be discreet, and allow her brothers to judge for
themselves, without praising the Misses Ramsden, should her opinion of
them, as she had little doubt it would agree with that formed by Janet.
Next morning she and Alec paid their promised visit, and she was fully
as much disposed as Janet to admire the Misses Ramsden and their mother.
The more she saw of them the more pleased she was, not only with their
appearance, but with their earnest piety, their simple unassuming
manners, and their apparent energy and determination, and their evident
readiness to submit to all the inconveniences to which settlers in a new
country must, of necessity, be subjected.
A few days after this Donald and David returned, and called on Margaret
on their way home. They naturally inquired whether Mrs Ramsden and her
family had arrived. She wisely said but little about the young ladies,
and Janet was equally discreet. They, however, managed to find their
way that evening to Mr Skinner's.
They were always glad to pay their kind friend a visit; but from their
sister's and Janet's discreet silence, they suspected that the change in
the character of his establishment would be a drawback to the pleasure
of their previous intercourse. Not, however, till a much later hour
than usual on the evening in question did they discover that it was high
time to take up their hats and wish Mr Skinner and his sister and her
daughters good-bye.
As they walked homewards, Donald, after a long silence, burst out
laughing, exclaiming, "Weel, I expected to see a number of bairns in
pinafores, but eh! she's a braw lassie."
"She is the sweetest young creature I have ever had the happiness of
meeting," said David.
"But I am talking of the elder sister," exclaimed Donald.
"And I speak of the younger," observed David. "But they are both very
nice girls--there is no doubt as to that--no nonsense about them--so
full of spirits and fun, and yet so lady-like and quite, and I heard
Emily's voice, when joining in the prayer, it was so true and earnest."
"I was nearest Mary, and was struck by the genuine tone of her's,"
observed Donald.
"Do you know, David, that I had made up my mind to follow the example of
Mr Skinner, and to live a bachelor for ten years to come at least, and
then, perhaps, to go back to the old country to look out for a wife.
But eh! that looking out for a wife must be unsatisfactory work at best.
How can a man possibly discover the real character and disposition of a
lady when the object he has in view is suspected, if not well known."
"We may be sure we shall be guided aright if we seek guidance in that as
in all other matters," answered David. "But I cannot help hoping that
neither you nor I need be compelled to make the expedition you suggest.
I have sought guidance, and I am sure that in God's good time we shall
be directed aright."
Day after day, when their work was over, they had some cogent reason for
calling at their friend's house; and when Margaret next met them, Donald
confessed that if he ever could venture to marry he should be thankful
to make Mary Ramsden his wife, while David made the same acknowledgment
with regard to her younger sister.
Happily, in a prosperous country like Canada, to steady and industrious
men like the young Morrisons, the impediments were not insuperable, nor,
indeed, did they take long to overcome.
Faithful Janet was overjoyed when she heard that the lassies she so much
admired had promised to become the wives of her twa bairns, with a full
approval of their mother and uncle. As they agreed that their old house
might not always be sufficiently large to hold them both, they moved
further off to the west, where they were enabled to purchase, by the
sale of their already well cultivated farm, two good sized allotments of
land, on each of which they reared a comfortable log-house, where,
shortly afterwards, they and their brides took up their abode.
"My work is among my fellow-creatures," observed Mr Skinner, "or I
should be much inclined, my dear nephews, to follow your example, and
move nearer you."
He therefore remained at the now well advanced township, though before
long, to their great satisfaction, the Galbraiths became their near
neighbours, Alec having purchased a property a little beyond theirs.
The Morrisons gratefully remembered the kindness they had received from
Mr McTavish and other friends in the old country. To many young men
who came out with introductions from them they gave a hearty welcome,
extending a helping hand to those who required assistance, while they
rendered a still greater service to not a few whom they saw falling into
evil ways, by perseveringly, though gently and lovingly, warning and
exhorting them--not leaving them in spite of ingratitude and opposition,
till they had been the means of bringing them back into the right path.
In the latter respect especially, Alec followed their example. He
remembered into what a depth of sin he had sunk, and that it was through
the love of Jesus, and by no merit of his own, he was drawn out of it.
His sin he knew was washed away. Gratitude to that loving Saviour urged
him to try and call those sheep who were wandering away along the thorny
paths he had followed into the true fold, where they might rest secure
under charge of the faithful Shepherd who never forsakes those who seek
Him.
Janet, though continuing to live with Margaret, paid frequent visits to
the other houses of the family, at which her coming was always hailed
with delight by the numerous wee bairns, who, in the course of time,
made their appearance among them, as she was also warmly welcomed by
Donald and David, who, though they felt that to Mr Skinner they were,
humanly speaking, indebted for the spiritual life they enjoyed, could
never forget how devotedly she had watched over their infancy and youth,
and that it was mainly to her training and instruction their present
prosperity was owing.
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