Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Front piece
 Title Page
 Table of Contents
 The Harbor, and the People Who...
 Strangers are Landed
 The Northern Light
 A Sacred Messenger
 A New Place and a New Name
 A Sunday at the Harbor
 A Glimpse at Sandy's Fireside
 A Sad Catastrophe
 A Happy Discovery
 Night Thoughts
 A New Enterprise
 Out of the Highways
 The Sunday School
 The Minister
 The Schoolhouse
 The Children's Meeting
 Plants, and What They Teach
 The Church Formed
 Mr. Alton's Conviction
 A Joyful Event
 Objections Met
 Dr. Sprague's Conversion
 A House of Worship
 A Strange Accident
 What Hope?
 The Funeral, and What Followed
 A Noble Effort
 A Grand Success
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Title: Snail-Shell Harbor
Physical Description: 266, 16 p., 3 leaves of plates : ill. (some col.) ; 17 cm.
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Creator: Langille, J. H ( James Hibbert )
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
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    Front Matter
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    Title Page
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    Table of Contents
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    The Harbor, and the People Who Lived There
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    Strangers are Landed
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    The Northern Light
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    A Sacred Messenger
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    A New Place and a New Name
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    A Sunday at the Harbor
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    A Glimpse at Sandy's Fireside
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    A Sad Catastrophe
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    A Happy Discovery
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    Night Thoughts
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    A New Enterprise
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    Out of the Highways
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    The Sunday School
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    The Minister
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    The Schoolhouse
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    The Children's Meeting
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    Plants, and What They Teach
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    The Church Formed
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    Mr. Alton's Conviction
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    A Joyful Event
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    Objections Met
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    Dr. Sprague's Conversion
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    A House of Worship
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    A Strange Accident
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    What Hope?
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    The Funeral, and What Followed
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    A Noble Effort
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    A Grand Success
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PREFACE.* HIS volume is a picture from life,as recently seen by the author inthe region referred to. May it awaken aninterest in behalf of that important part ofour country, and especially in its moraland religious wants!J. H. L.






SNAIL-SHELL HARBOR.CHAPTER I.The fiarbor, and the People who Zived there.N the north-western coast ofLake Michigan, a narrow point ofland bends around towards the westand north, somewhat like the curl-ing tube of a snail-shell. From this peculiarshape, the smooth sheet of clear water whichfills the cove was, by the early settlers of thoseparts, called Snail-Shell Harbor.There is scarcely a more romantic spot in allthis region. The point itself, with its short,11

12SNAIL-SHELL HARBOR.dense growth of cedars and white birch, push-ing to the very edge of an abrupt shore ofbright limestone, forms a motley contrast withthe tall, dark-green forest clothing the higherland, which rolls up against the horizon beyond.The water is clear as crystal. Fish more thantwenty feet from the surface seem near enoughto be reached with the hand, and pebbles gleamas if within a show-case. The eastern curveof the harbor, formed by the mainland, is acontinuous bluff of limestone, rising up out ofthe water like a perpendicular wall some hun-dred and fifty feet. Its strata are smoothly cutand clearly marked, and look like a huge pieceof masonry. Shrubbery has grown out of itschinks; and vines creep about it in variousdirections, and hang in rich festoons. At itsbase, fragments of stone, shaped like brokencolumns, rise to a considerable height out of thewater.About two miles farther south is Indian

THE HARBOR.13Bluff. It reaches out a long distance into thelake, continues its height of four hundred feetto the extreme point, and is covered with ashort, dense growth of dark evergreen down tothe water's edge.Between this and Snail-Shell Harbor is alarge inlet, around the head of which curves abeautiful beach of yellow sand, densely packed,and broad enough for several horsemen to rideabredst. The sand bottom extends like animmense inclined plane, a long distance intothe lake, making an admirable bathing-place.Add now to the scene a few islands off themainland, and our idea of the locality is madeout.The scattered population of this region is astrange mixture, from different communitiesand nationalities. They represent many Statesof the Union, as well as England, Ireland,France, and various parts of Germany. Forthe most part, they are by no means an elevated

14SNAIL-SIELL HARBOR.class of people; but seem, rather, like strayfragments of humanity, which, by some strangecombination of circumstances, have drifted tothese far-off shores of our country.The season is too cold and short, and the soiltoo unproductive, to make farming profitable;so the people are occupied, for the most part,with fishing. In more thriving communities,some miles distant, lumbering is quite a busi-ness; while farther north-west is the cele-brated region of iron-mines.At the time when our narrative begins,Snail-Shell Harbor contained but one family;and there were no neighbors nearer than twomiles in any direction; while all the families, *for ten miles distant, would scarcely have filleda country schoolhouse.The home of this solitary family was a long,narrow, low, log-hut, in the innermost curve ofthe harbor, and close to the water's edge. Oneend was the dwelling, and the other was a store;

THE HARBOR.15for this was the commercial point for morethan twenty miles around. An additionalsmall shed near by, for the cow, made up thebuildings of the locality.The head of the family, and the merchant,was an odd and mysterious character. Morethan fifty years of age, he had been known forthe last seven years in these parts as a Nor-wegian by birth: back of that his history waswrapt in a mystery; and he was perfectly mute,as to adding any information to the variousconjectures of his neighbors. " Sandy " wasthe only name he had reported for himself;and by this he was known more familiarly thanany other man, for many miles distant.Of about middling height, he was thick,heavy-limbed, and square-built; his naturallyawkward movements being increased by theuse of a wooden stub, instead of a right leg,which he had left behind him somewhere inhis mysterious journey through life, no one

16SNAIL-SIIELL IARBOR.knew where. Some of the shrewder mensuggested, in a quiet way, that it might havebeen lost in some piratical encounter, with whichthey supposed his former life to have been con-nected. His large head, bushy hair, full,swarthy face; coarse features, made ruder bycontinual contact with the worse sides of life;and his large gray eyes, which never changedin their cold, dark expression, all gave himan air quite in keeping with the unhappysuspicions concerning the obscurity of hisearlier years. Nor did his present life improvemen's opinions. To the small but honorabletrade in groceries, dry-goods, and hardware,demanded by this sparse community, he addedthe horrible traffic of intoxicating drinks; forwhich many spent more of the scanty supplyof money within their reach than f* the realwants of life. Sandy had no troubles of con-science. Sharp in a small sphere of trade,humorous and even vulgar in conversation,

TIE HIARBOR.17obliging by nature and more so from policy, hecould barter in corn-meal and whiskey, gambleand swear, all to the same purpose. To him,sensual gratification and worldly gain were thehighest good. Beyond these, he never seemedto think.But the moral sentiment of his communitywas so low, that men were not startled by hisimmoralities; while certain marks of superiorpower, which he showed, elevated him into re-spectability. Wholly uneducated, he could con-duct his entire business without the aid of eitherarithmetic or ledger. His command of a boatwas perfectly wonderful. He seemed to beon perfectly good terms with all the windsand the waves. No one ever knew him to beafraid of a storm, or to have a mishap in anyemergency.Some five years since, lie had married anIrish widow, with a young family of threesons. Short, slender, straight, of fair com-2

18SiYAIL-SIIELL IIARBOR.plexion, deep hazel eyes, and heavy, dark hair,she wore a constant look of carefulness andanxiety, not without certain marks of lin-gering disappointments. Her active, tidy hab-its, good English, and general taste, showedthat she had, at some time, come in contact withthe higher walks of life. She had seen hap-pier days in times gone by, and was in manyrespects by far Sandy's superior. There wasmuch wonderment at her marrying the rudestranger; but the miserable life and death of adrunken husband, with three small children onher hands, and nothing to support them, hadreduced her ambition to the bare necessitiesof life.Tom, Frank, and Harry was the order inwhich the boys were known; and their ageswere, respectively, fourteen, twelve, and nine.Harry, the youngest, was a babe of sevenmonths when his father died of delirium-tremens. He was a bright child, overflowing

THE HARBOR. 19with life and activity, and a genuine goodnature, the star of the household.What was there here to give healthfulemployment to these young hands, and trainsuch restless, growing minds into a fit senseof life ? Almost nothing, even worse thannothing. Absolutely idle more than half thetime, and surrounded by the lowest influences,how much of a true humanity could one.xpect for them ?

CHAPTER II.Strangers are Landed.HE harbor, with the settlements ad-,?/8U Jjoining, was in every respect a com-munity by itself. However thrillingand profound the interests that mightstir the great world in general, they seldomever reached this remote corner of mankind.No thoroughfare disturbed the quiet. Nonewspaper brought sensations. The harborwas the centre of trade and pu4ic affairs.Here every face was known, and almost everycharacter. The appearance of a stranger wasa most uncommon occurrence, and excited thedeepest curiosity.20

STRANGERS ARE LANDED.21It was early in spring. The great sheets ofice, over which men, horses, and oxen hadcome and gone throughout the long winter,had groaned and heaved, and broken into allshapes and sizes, and drifted out slowly intothe great waste of waters beyond. The hugedrifts of snow upon the hills had reluctantlymelted away under the growing warmth of thelong cloudless days, and rushed down thesharp-cut ravines, chiming in with the song ofbirds, and all the voices of spring, which echolike the steps of summer in the distance. Thefamiliar boats of the different bays and nooks inthe vicinity had just begun to appear in theharbor, when a strange-looking sloop was tiedto the wharf, and landed a company of strangegentlemen, dressed in the latest cut of fashion,and moving with all the airs of thorough andextensive habits of business.The whole family in the log-hut are on thealert. Sandy is all animation, and thumps

22SNAIL-SIELL IIARBOR.about with his wooden leg even more brisklythan usual. Mrs. Sandy peers through thesmall window of her humble apartment; andthe boys go down to the wharf, and examinethe boat, and, coming back, scan the strangersfrom head to foot. And they, in turn, examinethe coast, sound the harbor, and make excur-sions among the thick woodlands, which undu-late in every direction fiom the shore; and formtheir decision.Snail-Shell Harbor is no longer to be thequiet spot we have just been describing. Anew enterprise is afoot, which is to bring topass a thorough revolution. One of the largeiron-mines near Lake Superior is about tosmelt its ore in its own region; and, as theyfind it easier to take the ore to the woodthan the wood to the ore, they will purchasethe immense tract of woodland in the vicinity,and make the harbor the point of business.Henceforth, it is to be one of the most ac-

STRlANGERS ARE LANDED.23tive communities in all the region roundabout."A grand tiling for you, sir. The businesswill start right up, and make a little fortunefor you," congratulated one of the gentlemen,as lie put a roll of greenbacks in Sandy's hand,as a recognition of his special claim to this spot,by way of pre-emption."Can't tell vat you big fish vill do wid uslittle ones," replied Sandy, half in jest, and halfin earnest.It was quite evident that he was not espe-cially pleased with the prospect of becomingsecond to other men in the domain of whichlie had so long been king." You'll soon get out of the log-house, whenthe money begins to pour in here," continuedthe first speaker in a tone of flattery."Veree goode: ve'll see," added Sandy,with an air of shrewd misgiving, notwitllstand-ing the flattering prospects just alluded to.

24 SNAIL-SIIELL IIARBOR." You shall have your share of business ofsome kind," promised another gentleman of thecompany, with an emphasis and air of candorwhich were not unsatisfactory to Sandy, as hecast off the moorings of the sloop from thewharf, by way of compliment to the gentlemengoing on board." Goode words. Time 'ill show," he mutteredhalf aloud to himself, or to the boys, who, withhim, were watching the elegant little craft asher white sails, finely filled, disappeared aroundthe point.

CHAPTER III." 2Te .orthern Light."~ .~!~qNLY six weeks had passed; butgreat chalnges had been wrought inand about the harbor. The short,thick growth of cedars and whitebirch showed general signs of havoc. A longdock had been constructed; several schoonershad landed large quantities of building-mate-rial; and houses and barns of the ruder classhad been built. An immense smelting-stackwas going up; and coal-pits were beginning tosmoke on the sides of the high hill which over-looked the harbor. Tie whole region echoedwith the sound of axes and hammers. More25

26SNAIL-SHELL HARBOR.men were constantly coining; and new pointsof work were starting every day.It was a clear June morning. Tie air wascool, and so refreshing and invigorating, thatone involuntarily took long, deep breaths.The sky was deep and cloudless; and the wholelake sparkled like a sea of stars. Every tilingwas particularly lively this morning; for to-daywas to be a new era in the community. " TheNorthern Light," one of the finest steam-boats on the lake, was expected every hour, tobring large re-enforcements to the business.In due time, the cloud of smoke, and thelarge hull, appeared in the distance, among thehost of fishing-boats which displayed theirwhite sails against the horizon. Great was theexcitement when the steam-whistle blew atthe mouth of the harbor, and the large boat,bristling with passengers, moved up with allher dignity, and cast her moorings upon thedock. Greater still was the surprise when the

" THE NORTHERN LIGHT."27cargo was opened up. First in order came ahundred horses, large, sleek, and of all colors." Big as elephants Fat as seals Do for ashow Finer sight I never seed " exclaimedSandy with emotion."See there !" cried one of the boys inutmost curiosity, as trucks, wagons, and work-ing-irnplements in many colors, and fresh fromthe manufactories, were paraded upon the dock." What's that ? " cried another, as an im-mense steam-engine for the smelting-stackwas pushed out from the steamer's broadsidewith much difficulty, and with loud shouts fromthe sailors." That's an iron horse !" said the captain,who stood near, and stopped just long enoughto utter the words, between his stentorianorders to the hands, who were covering thedock with building-materials of various kinds.An " iron horse " was something new to theboys ; and they were truly puzzled in trying to

28SNAIL-SHELL IIARBOR.find some point of resemblance between thehuge piece of machinery and a real horse.Meanwhile the strangers had landed, andwere inquiring as to the various items of in-terest about the place."Great deal to see here;" spoke Sandy, whocould appreciate all the points of interest in thevicinity; and at once offered his service asconductor-in-chief of the company.He hobbled around in a perfect excitement.His tongue, always glib and oily, was amazinglyeloquent; and he showed a degree of politenessof which no one had ever before suspectedhim capable. He called the attention of thecompany to the various nooks and haunts; andthey collected a whole cabinet of little curiosi-ties, and carried off evergreens in abundance.They thought Sandy himself, with his broadNorwegian brogue and odd humor, as much anobject of curious interest as any thing thelocality afforded.

" TIIE NORTIERN LIGIT." 29The cargo was landed; the passengers were"all aboard ;" and the steamer was movingmajestically out of the harbor, with the under-standing, that, henceforth, she was to touch reg-ularly once a week at this point, on her roundtrip to the principal business-localities of thelake-regions.

CHAPTER IV..3 Sacred .rfessenger.N addition to the regular landing ofthe steamer, schooners came occasion-ally; and steam-tugs belonging to thecompany plied constantly betweenthe harbor and adjoining points connected withits new business.The great healthfulness of the northernlake-regions, the beautiful and romantic scenerywhich abounds on every hand, and the manyresources of amusement in hunting, fishing,&c., bring many visitors from different parts ofour country to spend their summer monthshere. Green Bay, Escanaba, Negannee, andMarquette are among the principal resorts, and30

A SACRED MESSENGER.31are places of much interest. Now that theharbor was becoming known as a locality whichabounds in fine scenery, and a new and impor-tant point of business, many found their waythither from the surrounding public resorts, ontugs and scows, to spend a few hours in rowilg,fishing, or observing the rapidly-increasingbusiness of the iron company.One morning late in June, when a fewfleecy clouds, transfigured by a clear sun,gleamed like streaks of pearl on the pure azurebeyond; when great varieties of wild-flowers,curious in forms and colors, began to peer inbeds of moss, to creep over rocks, and hangfrom cliffs; and the harbor, smooth as a mirror,reflected tree and rock and bluff and hill untilevery surrounding object became double,-there appeared in the harbor a solitary stranger,of quite unusual and marked appearance. Evi-dently lie was not altogether a man of businessnor of pleasure. Plain and neat in dress,

32SNAIL-SIIELL ILARBOR.young, pale, and delicate, contemplative ratherthan demonstrative, he made a quiet visit, tooka full observation of the moral as well as thebusiness aspects of the place, and in a humbleway delivered a sacred message, the effect ofwhich was to be felt in after-years. For sometime, he had been fishing near the dock, from theside of the tug which had brought him in. Hehad seen the rush and commotion of business,and heard the vulgarity and profanity of thecommon conversation. From that logical asso-ciation of ideas by which we receive a generalimpression from but a partial view of principalfacts, he felt that this place was given over toworldly gain, while God was wholly forgotten;and, like Him who wept over the doomed city,his heart was moved with compassion for thesouls about him.Like his Master, " who went about doinggood," preaching the gospel even to the wickedSamaritan woman at the well, he, with remark-

A SACRED MESSENGER.33able skill, spoke of Jesus, and the way of life,to every one he met. The steward on the tug,the captain, and all the hands, had been set tothinking by his quiet and timely suggestions.Bad language had been quietly rebuked, andthe life hereafter had been solemnly referred to.Sandy, while thumping around on the dock,indulging his usual fieedom in profanity, andendeavoring to draw attention to his saloonnear by, had felt pricks of conscience, and asense of shame altogether new to him, whilelistening to the strange accents of a purerspirit, perhaps, than he had ever met before.Leading employees of the company, and work-men of the lower class, had met the sameinfluence. Many new reflections were started;and more than one felt a strange spiritualhunger.There was a pattering of bare feet upon thedock. Harry, the youngest and most promisingmember of Sandy's family, left free to go3

34SVSNAIL-SHELL IL4RBOR.and come when and where he pleased, was ab-sent from the harbor when the tug came in;and had just appeared to take his usual obser-vation of the arrival. His face was fresh as arose washed out with dew. Whatever werehis marks of poor breeding, he was evidentlygifted of nature with a bright mind and ahealthy body. The stranger, who had justdrawn in a bass over the stern of the tug, wasthe principal object of notice ; and, with that in-stinct by which children so readily detect agenial nature, Harry was unconsciously drawntowards him. First, he sat down on a pile oflumber on the edge of the dock: then heleaned over against the side of the tug; andfinally climbed on board, and sat down close tothe stranger's elbow.There had not been silence all this time. Akindly and interesting conversation had mag-netized and attracted Harry more than anything else. He was not naturally bold or ob-

A SACRED MESSENGER. 35trusive; but somehow he felt perfectly free, andstrangely happy, in the presence of the newvisitor.An expression, half of surprise, half ofconfidence, beamed in his large, deep, blue eye,as the stranger grasped his fat hand playfully."Do you like me ? " inquired the little fellowsomewhat seriously, after looking fairly into hisfriend's face and eyes for several minutes."I like all little boys that are good," was thereply, with a smile. "I guess you're good, areyou not ? "That was a strange question to Harry, andhe could only laugh awkwardly in reply."Good boys don't use any bad words," con-tinued the stranger. " Don't play or work onSunday.""Pa swears," replied the little fellow."And Tom and Frank."" Oh, how sorry I am for them !" added thegentleman, with an expression of sorrow, tlatl

36SNAIL-SHELL HARBOR.brought a grave, thoughtful look to every fea-ture of the child's face. "It is very wicked toswear."This was startling news to our little friend.Oaths of every kind llad been common to al-most all conversation he had ever heard; andhe had never been taught that they were wick-ed. Nor had he ever learned any thing aboutthe Lord's day. He had never heard " thesound of the church-going bell; " and the voiceof prayer and praise, common to church andSunday school, and so many family circlesthroughout our land, he had never known.To his life, all days of the week were alike, ex-cept that, on Sunday, the household drove alarger trade in every article of exchange, liquorsnot excepted: for there was not a church, orSunday school, or family altar, for many milesaround; and Sunday was the day to leave fish-ing and the farm, and go to the harbor to trade,gossip, and drink. Nor had the new business

A SACRED MESSENGER.37wrought any marked change. The men itbrougllt there seemed all ungodly. If the Sab-bath had any thing less of labor than other daysof the week, it had more of boat-riding, hunting,and loafing."Do you know who made you? " inquiredthe stranger, holding up the child's hand andplump arm, half covered with a torn shirt-sleeve,as the object of contemplation."Didn't I grow, like the trees and the flow-ers ?""Yes, my dear, very much like the trees andflowers; but who made them grow ?"The child looked puzzled. A new querywas breaking upon him, which his untutoredmind was not able to answer."God made you," added the stranger, with asolemn, earnest look."Who is God?" questioned Harry, hiswhole face radiant with inquiry. Times with-out number, he had heard the name of God tak-

38SVAIL-SHIELL IIhRBnOR.en in vain, and even himself had learned to re-peat it in moments of passion ; but never beforehad he known it as the name of Him whomade us."God is he who made the world, and all thatis in it," answered the stranger; " and the sunand the moon and the stars."" Where is he ? " continued the child."He is in heaven; and though we cannotsee that place, or know where it is, we knowthat, somehow, God is everywhere.""Can he see us?""He sees every thing. He hears what wesay. He knows even our thoughts. He seesus in the darkness, as well as in the light."Harry sat motionless and speechless, andlooked steadfastly into the face of the wonderfulmessenger, his eyes dilating with earnestness,and suffused with tears. Never was the wordof truth preached to a truer listener. Therewas no cherishing of deep-seated, sinful habits,

A SACRED MESSENGER.39no sophistry of argument, or clouds of doubt;nothing but that humble confidence and pro-found sincerity with which " a little child " re-cieves the kingdom of God.The speaker felt that the Holy Spirit helpedboth his hearer and himself, as he briefly re-lated the account of the creation, showed forthour sin and ruin, portrayed the life and deathof Christ, and explained the way of faith inhim, as the only salvation from " the wormwhich nevgr dieth, and the fire that is notquenched."The captain stepped on board, the whistleblew, and the tug moved out of the harbor,bearing away the mysterious stranger.Harry stood on the dock, and watched thetug till it turned the point and disappeared;and then went his way, to ponder upon thestrange things lie had heard.A deep impression had been made. Theseed had been sown in an honest heart. But

40 SNAIL-SHELL IIARBOR.could any thing be hoped for, in the case of oneapparently so wholly separated from the influ-ences necessary to the nurture of Christiantruth ? one who could not read a word, did noteven know one letter from another, had neverseen a Bible or any other religious work, and,until the present, had never met one who fearedGod ? We shall see what God can do for thosewhose hearts are open to receive him.

CHAPTER V..A ew 'yPlace and a .Vcw Xv ame.N the region. of our story, summerand autumn are not, as in manyother parts of our country, the crownof the year. The verdure of thefields is not rich, and forest-leaves do not hangin rank clusters of gorgeous greens. Butflowers, the most benevolent part of all thevegetable kingdom, and which love to smileeven in desert places, bloom wild here inabundance; and, to one from ordinary climates,they are very rare and delicate. Following soshort and cool a summer, autumn is not very41

42SNA-IL-SIIELL I1ARBOR.fruitfill; and the early frosts blast the hillsere the leaves can ripen into the brightantumn tints of the climes where the eye canrange through all shades of green, yellow,scarlet, and purple.In these parts, winter is worth all the restof the year. The lakes become like seas ofglass. Heavy falls of dry, pure snow shroudthe trees, overhang the rocks in curious,curling shapes, as if some skilful artist's handhad fashioned them into endless forms oftaste and beauty, and anon rise from hillsideslike towns and palaces of purest marble.Then, by some sudden freak, the Winter-Kingmysteriously combines snow and rain, clothingevery rock, tree, and shrub, till, on some sunnymorning, one awakes to find nature perfectlytransfigured. All this gives an endless charmto the long months of storm, not to speak ofsleigh-riding on streets of pure enamel, andflying, on the wings of tie wind, across broadacres of transparent glass.

A NEW PLACE AND A NEW NAME. 43But whatever the comparative interest ofthe seasons, they had each, in turn, wrought agreat change at the harbor. Only one yearhad passed since the new business had beenlocated here; and yet a stranger mightscarcely recognize the place. The smelting-stack, a huge pile of dark-colored buildings,had been completed; and the flame of thefurnace was rolling up many feet above itshighest point. It stood fair in the middle ofthe harbor and of the dock. At the rightwas a long line of coal-pits, built of brick, invery much the shape of large haystacks, andplastered over with white mortar. These wereconstantly at work, making immense quantitiesof wood into charcoal, to feed the great shaftof flame in the furnaceS And they wereaided by immense pits, which were kept con-stantly burning, several miles back in thewoods. Just beyond the pits, at the right ofthe furnace, was a large lime-kiln; which made

44SNAIL-SIIELL IARBOR.great quantities of rock into lime, to supplywhat is called a flux in melting the iron-ore.The lime, put into the furnace with the ore,makes the melted iron come out purer. Nearthe kiln, a company of men were constantlyblasting the rock for its supply ; and a generalalarm it was to the whole community, whenthe report of the explosion echoed among thehills and along the shore, like the firing of animmense cannon, and great volleys of rocksplashed out into the harbor in every direction.At the left of the furnace, and near thedock, a large and elegant store had been built,which, but for Sandy's many friends andcourteous business habits, would have been asad blow to his establishment; especially asthe sale of liquors, which had always been oneof the largest branches of his trade, was nowforbidden by the company. But what helacked in this respect was made up to him byodd jobs of boating, which the new enterpriseof the place afforded.

A NEW PLACE AND A NEW NAME. 45Near the extremity of the point, a largeand tasteful dwelling had been erected for thegeneral overseer employed by the company.Along the elevation back of the store was aline of smallish brown framed-houses, for thebetter class of employees. On the west sideof the point, towards the sand-beach, was along row of log-houses, occupied by the poorerclasses of workmen.Thus, in one year, had a village of severalhundred inhabitants sprung up; and, everyweek, "The Northern Light" found severalhundred tons of pig-iron ready for the market.This new place numbered a small circle ofquite respectable and ambitious citizens. Inaddition to the general joverseer, there was aphysician, and a number of clerks in the store,as also a number of captains on tugs, andsuperintendents of the various departments ofthe general business.They hardly liked the old and vulgar name

46SNAIL-STIELL IIARBOR.of Snail-Shell Harbor, so they called the newcommunity "Ironville." But either from itsnatural fitness, or from the force of habit, theold name refused to give way to the new one.While the designation of the post-office, andthe address of all items of mail was "Iron-ville," almost every one persisted in callingthe place, " Snail-Shell Harbor."I

CHAPTER VI..A Sunday at the Harbor.{I^^^F^^BE have observed with interest theoutward aspects of our little village,and its rapid growth in business.But there is an inward characterto every community, which holds somethingof the same relation to the external as that ofthe soul to the body. This inner life no dayof the week so fully reveals as Sunday. Thenmen feel comparatively free from those sternnecessities of life, which, on other days of theweek, compel them to a wholesome industry.Thus the day so much needed for rest anddevotion is turned by the wicked into anoccasion of idleness and temptation.47

48SNAIL-SIIELL HARBOR.For a better acquaintance with the harbor,let us spend a Sunday there; and, to get thebest point of view, we will enter the residenceof Dr. Sprague, who occupies one of thesmallish brown houses before referred to. Weshall easily distinguish it from the rest in thatlong row; for it has a white porch in front, bywhich any child in the village can point it out.Only two the doctor and his wife makeup the regular family. But, at present, MissElliot, his wife's sister, is a transient member ofthe household. She has just arrived to spend afew weeks, partly for a visit, and partly for herhealth.Tile doctor is an eccentric man. Tall,slender, straight, blue-eyed, well sun-burnt,his brown hair, and thin dark whiskers slightlysprinkled with gray, he is free and easy in hismanner, and quite talkative. You will feel athome; for he will not awe you with hisdignity, and he is remarkably kind and social.

A SUNDAY AT THE HARBOR.49You will not be afraid to speak lest your wordsshould be criticised; for he talks as carelesslyand jocosely as a school-boy, and makes youfeel that you ought to do the same. In nopart of his house will you be conscious of anyrestraint. You will be as free in the dining-room, or in the kitchen, as in the parlor. Inshort, you will be perfectly free to do as youplease; and the doctor will do every thing inhis power to accommodate you.His wife is a short, plump, tidy woman, witha kindly face and of few words; keeping everything in its place, and making the entire house-hold machinery move on without the least jaror friction.Miss Elliot is a small, fair, light-haired,dark-eyed, delicate young lady of abouttwenty-three. Her well-trained intellect, andsensitive, poetic nature, make her keenly aliveto all the romance and beauty of the harbor;but her taste and piety are constant martyrs4

50SNAIL-SHELL HARBOR.to the rudeness and vice by which she is sur-rounded."How quiet every thing is this morning !"she remarked, as she sat by the open window,and looked up and down the street, and towardsthe store and the dock, without seeing a singleperson astir.It was a calm, clear morning. Scarcely therustle of a leaf, or the note of a bird, broke thestillness."The Paddies spreed so hard and so latelast night, that they havn't got around yet thismorning," added the doctor. " Didn't youhear the music over on Shanty Street ? Theykept me awake till after midnight. Like allcommunities of a low moral tone, the peoplehere are excessively given to amusement.Among them are a few third or fJurii rateplayers of the violin; and they generallymanage to start a dance and carousal everySaturday night, which lasts well on towards the

A SUNDAY AT THE HARBOR.51morning. Then the Sabbath is a day ofdrowsiness and satiety." Neither school, nor schoolhouse, norchurch, nor public worship!" continued MissElliot in a tone of sympathy and regret. " Inthe absence of all these nobler influences, soabsolutely necessary to enlighten and stimulatethe conscience of even the best communities,what is to become of this collection of humanbeings, so low in the moral scale ? Men haveno fear of God before their eyes, and childrenare growing up in ignorance and vice."" A bad state of things, truly," admitted thedoctor; " but I can scarcely see any prospectfor any thing better. All real estate is in thehands of the company. Residents regard them-selves as but transient, and are slow to investin any public matter. If any thing is donetowards accommodations for intellectual ormoral improvement, it must be by the com-pany. But in such matters they have no

52SIVAIL-SHELL HARBOR.interest. They are wealthy merchants inEastern cities, and see nothing in humanbeings but a machinery to make money. Tothis end every thing is arranged. The boneand muscle of every man is taxed to theutmost. Through high rents for houses, enor-mous profits on goods out of the store, andvarious other channels, as much as possible ofthe wages paid out is brought back again intothe original fund."As the sun rose higher, children began toappear about the premises. By and by mensauntered out, gathered in little knots tosmoke their tobacco, tell vulgar stories, anddiscuss the various items of town-gossip. Acloser observation showed that some were atwork. As the day wore away, others returnedfrom fishing and hunting excursions. And thegreat shaft of the furnace rolled up its flameall day long, just as on other days of the week.ThF day was drawing to a close, and the

A SUNDAY AT THE HARBOR.53doctor's family had just sat down to tea, whenthere was an uncommonly loud rap at the door." Tell the doctor to come quick A manover here is most killed," cried a large Irish-man, who stood at the door puffing and pant-ing, as the servant hurriedly opened it.As quickly as possible, the doctor was underway, followed by nearly all the men and boysin the village, who rushed with all speed tosee what had happened.Near the sand-beach, and just outside of thejurisdiction of the company, was a liquor shop,which had sprung up to occupy the fieldvacated by Sandy. This new man in thebusiness was greatly annoyed by trading-boats,which began to be attracted by the growth ofthe community, and which invariably carrieda sufficient supply of liquors along with theirdry-goods and groceries. He was determinedto contest his ground. So there was a con-stant warfare between him and every boat-

54SNAIL-SHELL HARBOR.merchant who landed within his reach.To-day he had met one of these fellow-com-petitors with special abuse. He had gonedown to the shore and warned him off, in lan-guage by no means polite. A sharp altercationfollowed, thoroughly seasoned with black-guardism and oaths, and ended by the boat-man thrusting a pike into the side of hisantagonist, wounding him badly and breakingseveral of his ribs.The commotion had somewhat subsided, andthe doctor, having done what he could for hispatient, had returned home."A pretty hard community this " he ex-claimed with a decided emphasis, after relatingto the household the particulars of the lateoccurrence. "Very few decent men comehere.""I thought the company had forbidden thesale of liquors here ? " suggested Miss Elliot."So they have," added the doctor. "Not

A SUNDAY AT THE IARBOR.55for any moral purpose, however, purely foreconomy. Butit is a practical failure. Thegreat body of the men still drink. Theymanage to get it somehow. Boats land slilyin the night, and supply a regular class ofcustomers; and old topers smuggle it fromadjoining markets. There's plenty of it here,that's certain; and men carry the most barbar-ous marks in consequence. Some one has apiece of an ear bit off, or the first joint of afinger. Another has a rib or two broken, oreven an eye knocked out. I'm not religiousmyself; but if any preacher could be found,who could scare these rascals half out of theirwits, and make them lead a better life, Iwould hold up both hands for him."Miss Elliot smiled at the doctor's crudeidea of the nature of morality, and of theresult to be expected from religious teaching."Very few become good by scaring," sheadded modestly. " The grace of God is what

56SNAIL-SHELL HARBOR.they need. The question is, Are we doingwhat we can to invite them to it ?"" I attend to their bodies. That is enoughfor one man: about all I can do."The doctor spoke good-humoredly, buttwitched around in his chair, as if a thorn hadpricked him somewhere.' To attend to the bodies of men is, indeed, agreat work, and a great responsibility," addedMiss Elliot seriously; "but the body is onlya lesser part of human beings. Why repairthe house, while you care not for the immortalman who lives within it? No one can help thesoul so readily as he who helps the body. Noone ever cared so tenderly for man's physicalwants as Christ. But he did not stop there.Through the body he reached the soul."This was eloquent preaching. The doctorfelt the force of it, and skilfully turned theconversation.The long, cloudless day had been followed

A SUNDAY AT THE HARBOR.by a gorgeous sunset, shading the clear skyinto every tint of crimson, violet, and purple.Twilight had deepened into darkness, and thesounds of day-life had died out of the villagestreets.Thus passed a Sabbath at the harbor.Surely, it is no pleasing picture: and yet it istrue to life, nor merely to that of this com-munity, but of many others in the less favoredparts of our land.But when one describes the frivolities andcrimes of a people, only the outside can bepainted. In the more secluded and inwardparts of their life are deeds of darkness andof shame which cannot be put on paper, andof which one would blush even to speak.Such, we have every reason to believe, werenot uncommon at the harbor.+VA")O+

CHAPTER VII..4 Glimpse at Sandy's Fireside.~,) IHE harbor was crowded to its>Z^t^ utmost capacity. The business wast(j3) rapidly extending, and constantlycalled for new recruits, in everydepartment of labor. Now an engineer waswanted, now a collier, or a captain for anadditional tug, or twenty or thirty new hands.And, as direct business paid the companybetter than the mere providing of accomoda-tions, the entire community was pressed intothe smallest possible space.Until very recently, there had been no regu-larly announced hotel. All the village kept58

A GLIMPSE AT SANDY'S FIRESIDE. 59boarding-house, and gave meals at all hours.But Sandy, whose eye was always keen todetect a new point of business in a small way,thought he saw a want of the times, and putout a sign,-" House for strangers, visitors,and new-comers." It would command gen-eral attention; for it was perched on thehouse-top, fairly opposite the dock, and paintedon a white background, in large, black letters,traced by the owner's inexperienced hand, andfully betraying his want of skill.However the various new-comers, landedeach week by " The Northern Light," mightdiffer in detail, there was one grand character-istic of them all. They were rough andwicked. A man of refined feeling and tenderChristian sympathy would have been aspeckled bird amidst the flock.But to-day a gentleman had landed, whosehumane features and kindly expression hadattracted the attention of every child on the

60SNAIL-SHELL HARBOR.wharf, and many besides. He turned out tobe the new engineer, expected for some time,and, of course, put up at Sandy's.We will look in upon him during the even-ing, for it will give us a glimpse at Sandy'sfire-side, and show us the inner life of thatqueer log-house; the oldest building in thevillage. We shall do it at the better advan-tage, too, since Sandy's mercantile business is"closed out," and he, devoting all his atten-tion as landlord, may spend his evening athome.The inside of the house is as odd as the out-side. The first and main floor, excepting thepart formerly occupied as a store, is all in onelong, narrow room. This is at once kitchen,dining-room, saloon, parlor, and sleeping-room.It is low, and poorly lighted. The entrance isat the side. At one end is a bed, at the otheran immense open fire-place. Long rows of chestsand boxes stand in orderly arrangement along

A GLIMPSE AT SANDY'S FIRESIDE. 61the sides. Several stout blocks, sawed off atsufficient length to make seats, stand about thechimney-corners. There is a large, squaretable with cross-legs, and a few home-madechairs. This about completes the furniture.But, even in a home so rude as this, thereare families, who, independent of the eleganciesand wealth of the world, could drink con-stantly from the deepest fountains of domesticjoy. Not so with Sandy's household. Hehimself, indeed, was never without a certainhappiness; but it was only the happiness ofthe brute, which means to eat and drink andsleep. Mrs. Sandy was a careworn, broken-spirited woman, who bore her trials as a neces-sity, and filled up the insipid days of life withmany and excessive labors. The boys hadthat pleasure which comes to young andhealthy bodies in a free, outdoor life. Ofhigher interests and tender home affections,they knew nothing.

62SNAIL-SHELL HARBOR."'Spose you're used to a great dale moreand better than this," apologized Mrs. Sandy,very politely to the new-comer, as she arrangedhim, with her family, around the table loadeddown with good cheer, and made still morecheerful by the large fire which blazed on thehearth, and which may be necessary, in thisclimate, even in midsummer."No fear, madam," kindly rejoined thegentleman. "Every thing is as neat as anew pin, and I am really hungry. This coolday has been better to me than a dose ofstomach-bitters."Surely, with a good stomach, there was noneed of misgivings; for the table contained abreakfast, dinner, and supper all together.Mrs. Sandy seemed to have put on every thingthat could be thought of, without the leastregard to formality. This was in part fromher natural generosity, and in part from afeeling of reverence for the stranger whichshe could not explain.


"Boys, I hope you will never smoke."-Page 63.

A GLIMPSE AT SANDY'S FIRESIDE. 63About every human being there is a certainmoral atmosphere, of which even a stranger,if he be observing, is conscious at the firstcontact."I never has trouble 'bout eatin'," gruntedSandy in his peculiar rough, half-gutteral toneof voice.Certainly not. To this his broad shouldersbore ample testimony, as well as his mannerof eating, which made the stranger think of apeople mentioned by the great apostle, " whoseGod was their belly.""Dubaccy, ehl ?" suggested Sandy, offeringhis guest an outfit for smoking, as they seatedthemselves at the fireside after supper."I never use tobacco. Don't believe in it,"returned the stranger."Fine! fine!" added Sandy, as he rolled* out the smoke most lustily."Boys, I hope you will never smoke,"urged the stranger with great earnestness, as

64SNAIL-SHELL HARBOR.he turned to the lads who sat listening, as ifintent on every word.The boys were far from fulness of convic-tion on the subject; but they never forgot thatearnest look.Supper was over, and every thing clearedup. So Mrs. Sandy took her knitting, andseated herself on one of the blocks near thechimney-corner, thus completing the circleabout the fireside." Now I must tell you who I am and whereI am from," said the stranger; "and then Imust talk about something better. My nameis Henry Williams. I am from Cleveland,Ohio.""Vat betther? Ah, ha, ha!" laughedout Sandy humorously, whose curiosity hadbeen piqued by the double promise, and wasespecially anxious to know the better part."The better part is this," continued Mr.Williams: "I have a wife and two little

A GLIMPSE AT SANDY'S FIRESIDE. 65children, whom I want to have under theinfluence of the precious gospel. But aboutthis better part I am in trouble. You havehere no church, no Sunday school, no prayer-meeting, no religious influence whatever.""Dat's all not vorth a fish-scale " declaredSandy, striking his fist upon his knee foremphasis." Don't you feel the need of Jesus Christ,Sandy ?" urged Mr. Williams solemnly."Never! Misther Villyoms. I vas saintbefore you vas borned, an' vill be ven you arehangt. Ha, ha! ha, ha!" shouted thehardened old man, as if feeling that he had putan end to all questioning on that score, as far ashe was concerned.Not that his conscience was free from re-proach. This was his method of warding offconviction. He knew that he was a sinner.So do even the heathen.5

66SNAIL,-SHELL HARBOR.Mr. Williams went on to speak with sinceri-ty and earnestness." The Bible, the book of God, says we areall sinners, and that, as such, we can never beat peace. Surely the lives of men prove this.They are like the restless ocean, like thetroubled sea that casts up mire and dirt.What horrible crimes do men commit! Canany shameful deed be yet thought of that menhave not done? One wonders the sun doesnot blush to shine on a world so wicked!How few men can be called good in any sense !and, if the best of them were placed in thepure light of God's presence, how spottedthey would be! Every man's conscienceblames him; and, without Christ, who is notafraid to die ? You are troubled, Sandy, whenyou meet death face to face !""I tries to run from him," confessed Sandy."Don't know but the Devil 'ill git me."A short pause had followed Mr. Williams's

A GLIMPSE AT SANDY'S FIRESIDE. 67direct appeal, and a sharp, awful look, that wentthrough the old man. His conscience answeredbefore he had time to equivocate." You see the word of God is right," con-tinued Mr. Williams. "If there were noChrist, our case would be desperate. Weshould be all shut up to everlasting condemna-tion. But Christ, the Son of God, has pitiedus. Hie came to the world; became a babe,a child, a man; lived among all kinds of men,healed the sick, comforted the sorrowing, tooklittle children in his arms and blessed them,and raised the dead; labored, hungered,thirsted, and wept; and then gave his body tobe beaten and torn, and died hanging on across. Men took him down, and put him in atomb; but he rose again, and has ascended toheaven. There he hears our prayers, and isready to help all who come to him. He callsevery one. To the poor he says, Roll yourburdens on me. They are heavy, and you are

68SNAIL-SIIELL HIARBOR.too weak to carry them. I will carry themfor you. Trust in me every day, and ask mefor all you need. Don't be afraid. See how Iclothe the flowers and feed the birds You areworth more to me than they. To the wickedhe says, Leave off your sins. They aresinking you down and making you wretched.They give you all your trouble. Do theybang to you, so that you cannot shake themoff? Do they stick into your very heart, andpoison all your thoughts? Come to me. Iwill save you from your sins. They who cometo Christ have nothing to fear. He will makeall things work for their good; and, when theirbodies fail, he will take them to a world thatis better than this,--one where men neversin, never suffer, never die "These words broke like a wonderful revela-tion upon the little audience. It was so muchmore of the gospel than they had ever heardbefore. And, though they saw but part of its

A GLIMPSE AT SANDY'S FIRESIDE. 69excellence, it sounded like "glad tidings," toogood to be believed. But truth always carriesconviction and gains confidence.When the words ended, Sandy was gazingintently into the fire, with a solemn, earnestlook that seemed strange on his hard, coldface. He said nothing, and for some timecontinued motionless as a statue.Mrs. Sandy was evidently struggling withemotion, as she pressed her lips together, andwiped away a large tear with the corner of herapron. The message was to her like bread tothe hungry, and cold water to a thirsty soul.What a tasteless tiling life had been to her!How she had dragged herself through itsvarious rounds, with no object beyond to touchthe heart with gladness and hope, and thusquicken the pulses of the soul, but as if drivenby some stern and mysterious necessity Couldthis message be a morning star on her darkhorizon, the harbinger of better days ? Certain

70S-VAIL-SHELL ILAl BOR.it was that it had a strange power over herheart, which quickened all her inward longings.It was that same power that swept like amagnet through a great throng of humanhearts, when the Son of man was on theearth; which led poor, suffering, soul-famishingwomen to press their weary way through thecrowd, longing to touch but the fringe of hisgarment, begging for only the crumbs that fellfrom the children's table, washing his feet withtheir tears, and wiping them with the hairs oftheir head.The boys sat erect and motionless, and theiryoung faces were full of thought. Harry, theyoungest, was more affected than the rest.To him the subject was not so new as to hisbrothers. He had never forgotten the mysteri-ous stranger, who had made a quiet call atthe harbor at the time of the beginning ofthe new business. That stranger had left thegreatest possible impression upon his young

A GLIMPSE AT SANDY'S FIRESIDE. 71mind. The child remembered every featureof his face, the clothes he wore, the tone of hisvoice, and almost every idea he had uttered.There had not been a day since, in which liehad not thought of the great truths liethere heard. He had thought of God as every-where present, to behold the evil and the good,and as knowing the inmost thoughts of hisheart. As to the nature of his heart and life,he had had true spiritual conviction, and hadfelt the heavy weight of guilt. Amid hischildish sports of the daytime, his reflectionswould be scattered, and he would laugh andplay as merrily as any boy or girl in thevillage, for never was a child more brimful oflife and cheerful good-nature; but when insolitude, or the shadows of night would comeon, his thoughtfulness would return, stirringall those musings, and tender yearnings, anddark, sladowy fears, which more than oneyoung heart has secretly carried about, while

72SIVAIL-SHIELL HARBOR..parents and friends saw nothing but thought-lessness and play. Some nights lie had lainawake till a late hour, when the house was sostill that he could hear nothing but the beatingof his heart. Then he would try to measureeternity, adding life-time to life-time till hiscomprehension was bewildered, and reflectingupon the wretchedness of that place, "wheretheir worm dieth not, and the fire is notquenched." He would review the deeds ofthe past day: wonder if he should die beforemorning; and then, turning around the pillow,wet with his tears and hot from his feveredcheek, would fall asleep wearied out with hisreflections.Mr. Williams was deeply interested; and bythat strange power of one heart upon anotherby which we are made conscious of the feelingsof those around us, even when they do notspeak, or by that fitness of things which theindwelling Spirit of God is ever wont to

A GLIMPSE AT SANDY'S FIRESIDE. 73suggest, he saw that there and then was a fieldof labor."It is getting late; and I am very tired fromtravelling, and must soon go to bed," said lie." Would you like for me to read and pray withyou ? " he inquired, drawing a small Bible fromhis pocket."Surely," said Mrs. Sandy with muchinterest. " It's high time we had the likes o'that in this house.""Guess it vont hur-r-t any one," addedSandy as indifferently as possible, movingabout with evident uneasiness upon his block,and hitching his wooden leg upon his otherknee, as if trying to be perfectly composed.Mr. Williams read without the least for-mality. Instead of reading a chapter through,he made selections of such parts as he thoughtmost appropriate.First lie turned to the 139th Psalm,-"' O Lord, thou hast searched me, and known

74SNAIL-SHIELL IIARBOR.me. Thou knowest my down-sitting and mineup-rising ; thou understandest my thought afaroff. Thou compassest my path and my lyingdown, and art acquainted with all my ways.For there is not a word in my tongue, but, lo,0 Lord, thou knowest it altogether. Thouhast beset me behind and before, and laid tlinehand upon me. Such knowledge is too won-derful for me: it is high, I cannot attain untoit. Whither shall I go from thy Spirit? orwhither shall I flee from thy presence ? If Iascend up into heaven, thou art there: if Imake my bed in hell, belold, thou art there.If I take the wings of the morning, and dwellin the uttermost parts of the sea; even thereshall thy hand lead me, and thy right handshall hold me. If I say, surely the darknessshall cover me, even the night shall be lightabout me. Yea, the darkness hideth not fromthee; but the night shineth as the day: thedarkness and the light are both alike to thee.

A GLIMPSE AT SANDY'S FIRESIDE. 75. How precious, also, are thy thoughtsunto me, 0 God! How great is the sum ofthem! If I should count them, they are morein number than the sand: when I awake, I amstill witllthee."Then he recited from elsewhere, " Thereis none righteous, no, not one. They are allgone out of the way; they are togetherbecome unprofitable. There is none that doethgood, -all have sinned and come short of theglory of God." " Except a man be bornagain, he cannot see the kingdom of God.That which is born of the flesh is flesh; andthat which is born of the Spirit is spirit."" He that cometh unto me I will in no wisecast out." " The Spirit and the Bride say,Come. And let him that heareth say, Come.And let him that is a-thirst come; andwhosoever will, let him take the water of lifefreely."A short, tender, earnest prayer followed.

76SNVAIL-SIIELL IIARBOR.The family seemed a little confused as Mr.Williams began to kneel down. They hadnever seen any thing of the kind before. ButMrs. Sandy's impulse was in the right direc-tion. She followed Mr. Williams, and, for thefirst time in her life, bowed before God. Thechildren fbllowed her example; and Sandystood up before the fireplace, leaning forwardagainst the mantel.The evening was spent, and all retired.Before Mr. Williams could sleep, he bad manyreflections; but scarcely more than had eachmember of the family, who had heard suchnew and strange things, in the gospel sosimply, so faithfully preached.

CHAPTER VIII..X Sad Catastrophe.~~)^R. SPRAGUE was an early(~ ri.ser. It was seldom the sun foundhim in bed. His business, indeed,was not so pressing as to call him upat so early an hour; but he had a deep-seatedconviction that perfect health needed the fresh-ness and vigor of the first of the morning.So he was accustomed to be out before any oneelse in the village, excepting Sandy. Some-times he would stroll; sometimes, in summer,he would take a bath in the lake; and some-times he would ride out on horseback.He had just risen one morning, and thegray light which streaked the horizon had77

78SNAIL-SHELL IIARBOR.scarcely brightened into day, when, lookingout of the window, he saw Sandy hobblingtowards the door with his utmost speed.Knowing that something uncommon was thematter, he hastened and opened the doorbefore he reached it."What in the world is the matter, Sandy ?"he exclaimed."Matter 'nough. Hurry! Come! " criedSandy, halting suddenly, and beckoning mostearnestly for the doctor to follow him." Is any one dead ?" inquired the doctor, ashe sprung to the side of the excited man, andthey both hurried away, Sandy leading towardsthe dock." Yes, woman dead, drowned, I s'pose.""Where ? ""Over here. I'll show."In a few moments, they were in the boat;and Sandy pulled over to the side of theharbor formed by the main land,- the high

A SAD CATASTROPHE.79wall that rose perpendicularly out of thewater.Here a terrible sight met them. A womanlay in the shallow water upon the rocks, man-gled, bleeding, and torn. She had evidentlycommitted suicide, had jumped the enormousdistance from the heights above, full a hundredand fifty feet.The doctor and Sandy had met some oneon their way to the boat; and enough of theconversation had been overheard to awaken aa very intense suspicion. At once the newsspread, and in a few minutes the whole villagewas roused. Men hurried from every di-rection. Children ran half-dressed, andwomen were out, pale with excitement. Bythe time the doctor and Sandy returned, nearlythe whole town was on the dock. They couldscarcely get ashore, so eagerly did the wholecrowd press upon them to catch a little furtherinformation as to the catastrophe. It was with

80SNAIL-SHELL IIARBOR.the utmost difficulty that the doctor and Mr.Alton, who was the general superintendent ofthe business of the place, restrained them fromcramming the boat, and pushing across to theplace of the disaster.As soon as possible, the legal steps were takento bring the corpse to the shore.A number in the crowd at once recognizedthe face, all bruised and bleeding; but, to thegreater part, it was that of an utter stranger." Katie !" "Katie O'Donnel! " " PoorKatie " called out one and another of thewomen, in surprise and pity." Who is she ? " inquired the doctor, layinghold of a simple-hearted Irish woman whoseemed to know the person, and who, hethought, could tell him a straight story."Katie O'Donnel, your honor, sar," shereplied, " a stranger, a poor gairl, not intown quite two weeks."" Worked at John Foltenheimer's the first;

A SAD CATASTROPIHE.81did stale something, and was turned away,"added another tall daughter of Erin un-officially." She was at Pat Sharky's, last, God blessher, poor soul! " interrupted a third." Shame on any one to turn a poor gairl out o'the house Say what she's come to now! "A few expressions like these, passing fromlip to lip, quickly inflamed the crowd; and,before any adequate information could be gath-ered, some had almost come to blows.John Foltenheimer, who was said to haveturned the unfortunate woman out of doors,could scarcely get away with his life; and thedoctor hastened the body away to its last placeof residence, where it was to be kept tillburied.The case was decided to be one of suicide;and the facts, as nearly as could be ascertained,were as follows: The unhappy woman hadcome from Chicago a few weeks before, with a6

82SY.AIL-SIIELL II.ARBOI.very disreputable character, seeking employ-ment as a common house-servant. Joln Fol-tenheimer, who boarded a number of the handsin different departments of the business, hademployed her ; and, after a few days, she wasfound to have stolen a satchel fiom some oneof the household, and was forthwith dismissed.After that, she had wandered around at severaldifferent places, a general victim of crime andsuspicion. For some days previous to thepresent discovery, she had not been seen byany one; and, probably, under the terribledepression of guilt and wretchedness, hadtaken her own life by throwing herself downfrom the highest point of the bluff.One might reasonably expect that so terriblean ending of human life, such fearful resultsfrom sin and degradation, would awe the entirecommunity, put a check on vice of every kind,and beget the most solemn moral and religiousreflection. But it was surprising to see how

A SAD CATASTROPHE.83slight and temporary was the entire effect.For the most part, only a cold, heartless curi-osity was excited, enough to furnish a prettythorough-going town gossip, and break in uponthe general monotony of life. There was agreat deal of speculation as to the amount ofguilt resting upon John Foltenheimer, andupon various other personages supposed to bemore or less connected with the affair; as alsoconcerning the manner in which the funeralshould be gotten up; but few reflected upontheir own moral condition, or their own mortal-ity. Men even mixed in their oaths as usual,while discussing different points of the newtopic.The funeral was the first in the community,and was highly characteristic of the place.The coffin was a mere rude pine box, nailedtogether without planing or coloring. Thematted locks were scarcely combed out, andthere was no other shroud than the garments

84SNAIL-SIIELL HARBOR.in which the body had first been found. Therewas no hymn sung, no prayer, no burial-ser-vice whatever. Back in the woods, severalmiles from the harbor, the body was borne ona common truck, and buried, with a rudemound to mark the spot, and a stake drivendown at the head instead of a tombstone.Such was the amount of respect shown toour common humanity Such the measure ofsympathy and reflection drawn forth by thisawful calamity!But there was a very small number ofhumane, tender souls, amid the reckless, unre-flecting mass, who, though they might notinterfere with the general management of thematter, recalled the tender musings of anEnglish poet,-" Who was her father ? who was her mother ?Had she a sister? had she a brother ? "

A SAD CATASTROPIIE. 85And with these words sprang up a world ofthought and sympathy, which cannot be drawnout upon paper, which cannot be coined intowords. And there were young hearts that felt,and young eyes that wept, at this first sight ofdeath and the grave.

CHAPTER IX.HYappy _Discovery.:* .C2 E R. WILLIAMS was fully in-~l 7~1stalled as chief engineer at the.'L)-* harbor, and as speedily as possiblewas becoming settled. He hadrented a house, had fitted it up, and wasexpecting his wife and three little children bythe next trip of "The Northern Light."Meanwhile, his home was at Sandy's.It was near the close of the first day afterthe funeral; and, from the uncongenial societyof the place, the recent catastrophe, and theabsence of his family, he was feeling quite sadand lonely. As he went out of the house, afterhis evening meal, he wandered round the86

A IAPPY DISCOVER Y.87beach to the farthest part of the point. Herehe was quite out of sight of the village.Behind him, and away to his right, was theshore, a great bed of limestone, broken intoall shapes and sizes, now level like a rude high-way, and now rising abruptly like an irregularwall. Beyond this was the forest, of meagregrowth, and of a cold, dark green. Directlybefore him, and away to tle left as far as theeve could reach, was the lake, its waters stirredby a fresh evening breeze, and breaking ingentle waves at his feet. The sun was justtouching the horizon, and, like a great orb offlame, seemed about to dip into the distantwaters. It cast a stream of light across thelake, which grew more intense in the distance,like the path of the just, that shineth more andmore unto the perfect day. Clouds, transfig-ured into golden, crimson, and purple light,rose about the setting sun like the gates ofParadise.

88SNAIL-SIIELL IIAR BOR.Mr. Williams had an eye for the beautiful innature, and a heart that responded in sublimeand tender meditations. Lie seated himselfupon a rock, and gazed devoutly upon thescene before him.Presently he was startled with the sound offootsteps upon the loose stones of the shore.On looking up, he saw Harry, who untaughtin the nicer points of good manners, and over-borne by an ardent desire to open the secret ofhis heart to one whom, he somehow felt, wouldsympathize with him, had hesitatingly followedhim to his retreat.The child halted a moment when he metMr. Williams's eye, and seemed quite confused,as if not knowing how to account for himself.But there was something in his look, half ofbashfulness, half of longing, that set Mr. Wil-liams on the right track."Come here, Harry, my boy," said he witha smile, and stretching out his hand towardshim: " come, sit down by le on this rock."

A HIAPPY DISCOVERY.89Very modestly, Harry took his seat by Mr.Williams without saying a word."Did you want to speak to me about some-thing, Harry ? " lie asked very kindly.Harry made no reply; but the tremor of hislip, and the bright tear in his eye, were moreeloquent to Mr. Williams than words."Is there a burden on your heart, myboy ? " he continued, full well convinced as tothe child's trouble.Harry's heart overflowed. Turning his faceaway, he wept with that free outgusling ofsorrow which only a child knows.Mr. Williams's sympathies were thoroughlyroused. Throwing his arms around Harry, liewept with him."I think I know your trouble, Harry,"said Mr. Williams, when his feelings had sosubsided that he could speak. " There is agreat weight on your heart. You feel thatyour heart is wicked ; that your life has been

90SNAIL-SHELL IIARBOR.wicked; that, unless you are somehow madebetter, you cannot live happily, nor die inpeace. Isn't that it ? "Harry nodded his head in assent, accompa-nying it with one of those hearty sobs commonto children after hard weeping. Mr. Williamshad stated the matter more clearly than it hadbeen defined in Harry's thoughts, but, some-how, the words suited his feelings.As soon as Harry was calln enough, he toldMr. Williams how his religious interest firstbegan: how lie had met a stranger at the dock,who had tohl him about Jesus, and our needof him; how he had thought of it ever since."I try hard, but I can't git good," said thechild artlessly. " When I go to bed in thenight, I think how bad I have been all day.That makes me cry, and promise God to doright all day if he'll give me one day more.But, the next night, I find I am as bad as ever.So I haven't been good yet. Sometimes I feel

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