Front Cover
 Table of Contents
 Baxter's second innings
 The Union Jack
 The two services
 Back Cover

Group Title: Boys' Brigade Christmas gift books
Title: The Boys' Brigade Christmas gift books
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Title: The Boys' Brigade Christmas gift books
Physical Description: 1 v. (various pagings) : ill. (some col.) ; 19 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Drummond, Henry, 1851-1897 ( Author )
Henty, G. A ( George Alfred ), 1832-1902 ( Author )
Dods, Marcus, 1834-1909 ( Author )
Smith, George Adam, 1856-1942 ( Author )
Farrar, Frederic William, 1831-1903 ( Author )
Reid, Herbert ( Author )
Head Quarters' Office ( Publisher )
Maclure, MacDonald & Co ( Printer )
Aird and Coghill ( Printer )
Publisher: Head Quarters' Office
Place of Publication: Glasgow
Publication Date: 1889-1895
Subject: Christian life -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Boys -- Societies and clubs -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1889   ( lcsh )
Publishers' advertisements -- 1889   ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1889
Genre: Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Publishers' advertisements   ( rbgenr )
Spatial Coverage: Scotland -- Glasgow
General Note: Title pages and some text printed in colors by Maclure, MacDonald & Co.
General Note: Some sections printed by Aird and Coghill.
General Note: Contains fiction and non-fiction.
General Note: Publisher's advertisements follow text.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
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Source Institution: University of Florida
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
    Table of Contents
        Page i
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        Unnumbered ( 21 )
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    Baxter's second innings
        Unnumbered ( 47 )
        Page 1
        Page 2
            Page 3
            Page 4
        Chapter I: Baxter's first innings, and how he was put out
            Page 5
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        Chapter II: Swifts: and the story of the captain's shilling
            Page 7
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        Chapter III: Slows: and the castle that was taken with a single gun
            Page 11
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            Page 13
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        Chapter IV: Screws: and what happened to Bob Fotheringham
            Page 15
            Page 16
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        Chapter V: Why the demon bowler was allowed to bowl, and how the scoring-sheet was kept
            Page 18
            Page 19
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        Chapter VI: Baxter's second innings, and what the newspapers said
            Page 23
            Page 24
            Page 25
    The Union Jack
        Unnumbered ( 73 )
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        Unnumbered ( 92 )
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    The two services
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    Back Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
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SHORTLY after noon, one Sunday lately, it was
evident to dwellers in the City of Glasgow that
some event of importance was about to take place in
connection with the Boys' Brigade.
Boy after Boy, wearing the now familiar uniform of
cap, belt, and haversack, was seen making his way to
the private parade, where his Company was to fall in,
preparatory to marching to the City Hall to take part
in the Eastern District Church Parade.
No sooner were the doors opened than the Companies
commenced to enter, and were marched in file to their
respective seats. At 2.10 every Company had arrived,
and the scene as viewed from the platform was now
a most impressive one, the entire area of the hall
being filled by the Boys, some fourteen hundred strong,
who looked soldiers every inch as they sat in their
smart uniform.
The galleries were crowded with an interested
audience, and the platform was also filled, principally

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by a large choir. Five minutes before the hour the
organist took his seat at the organ for the opening
voluntary, and on the first note being touched, the hum
of voices was instantly hushed, and on a signal being
given every cap was at once removed.
Punctually at 2.30 Professor Drummond stepped on
to the platform, accompanied by several members of
the Battalion Executive Committee.
Every Boy was attention when Professor Drummond
gave out the Hundredth Psalm; and heartily as one has
often heard the familiar words sung, it is questionable if
ever it was rendered with greater effect.
The rustle of leaves which followed when the sixth
chapter of Matthew was given out, indicated that the
order for every Boy to bring his Bible had not been
overlooked. The hymn, "Jesus shall reign," was then
sung with heartiness. When seats had been resumed the
Professor raised his hand, and immediately every head
was bowed, and the silence was most impressive, as the
prayer was offered. The next hymn, "Soldiers of Christ
arise!" being an evident favourite, was rendered with great
Professor Drummond then said: "The 47th Glasgow
Company will stand." Instantly a large Company in
the front rose. "The iith Glasgow Company will also
stand," and a Company near the back of the hall rose.
These Companies were asked to turn up the chapter that
had been read, the sixth of Matthew, and to read in unison
the verse before the end: "SEEK YE FIRST THE

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UNTO YOU." The Companies were told to sit down,
and Professor Drummond proceeded with his address as

professor Drummonb's Jbbress.

I HAVE three heads to give you. The first is GEOGRAPHY,"
the second is "ARITHMETIC," and the third is GRAMMAR."

First. Geography tells us where to find places.
Where is the Kingdom of God? It was said that
when a Prussian officer was killed in the Franco-Prussian
war, a map of France was very often found in his pocket.
When we wish to occupy a country, we ought to know
its geography. Now, where is the Kingdom of God? A
Boy over there says, "It is in heaven." No it is not
in heaven. Another Boy says, "It is in the Bible." No;
it is not in the Bible. Another Boy says, "It must be
in the Church." No; it is not in the Church. Heaven
is only the Capital of the Kingdom of God; the Bible is
the guide-book to it; the Church is the weekly parade
of those who belong to it. If you would turn up the
seventeenth chapter of Luke you will find out where
the Kingdom of God really is. "The Kingdom of God
is within you"-within you. The Kingdom of God is
inside people.
I remember once taking a walk by the river near
where the Falls of Niagara are, and I noticed a remarkable
figure walking along the river bank. I had been some
time in America. I had seen black men, and red men,

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and yellow men, and white men: black men, the Negroes;
red men, the Indians; yellow men, the Chinese; white
men, the Americans. But this man looked quite different
in his dress from anything I had ever seen. When he
came a little closer, I saw he was wearing a kilt; when
he came a little nearer still, I saw that he was dressed
exactly like a Highland soldier. When he came quite
near, I said to him, "What are you doing here?" "Why
should I not be here?" he said. "Don't you know this
is British soil? When you cross the river you come
into Canada." This soldier was thousands of miles from
England, and yet he was in the Kingdom of England.
Wherever there is an English heart beating loyal to the
Queen of Britain, there is England. Wherever there is
a Boy whose heart is loyal to the King of the Kingdom
of God, the Kingdom of God is within him.
What is the Kingdom of God? Every Kingdom has
its exports, its products. Go down to the river here, and
you will find ships coming in with cotton; you know they
come from America. You will find ships with tea; you
know they are from China. Ships with wool; you know
they come from Australia. Ships with sugar; you know
they come from Java. What comes from the Kingdom
of God? Again we must refer to our Guide-book. Turn
up Romans, and we shall find what the Kingdom of
God is. I shall read it: "The Kingdom of God is
righteousness, peace, joy "-three things. The Kingdom
of God is righteousness, peace, joy." Righteousness, of
course, is just doing what is right. Any Boy who does
what is right has the Kingdom of God within him.
Any Boy who, instead of being quarrelsome, lives at

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peace with the other Boys, has the Kingdom of God
within him. Any Boy whose heart is filled with joy
because he does what is right, has the Kingdom of
God within him. The Kingdom of God is not going
to religious meetings, and hearing strange religious
experiences: the Kingdom of God is doing what is
right-living at peace with all men, being filled with joy
in the Holy Ghost.
Boys, if you are going to be Christians, be Christians
as Boys, and not as your grandmothers. A grandmother
has to be a Christian as a grandmother, and that is the
right and the beautiful thing for her; but if you cannot
read your Bible by the hour as your grandmother can,
or delight in meetings as she can, don't think you are
necessarily a bad Boy. When you are your grandmother's
age you will have your grandmother's kind of religion.
Meantime, be a Christian as a Boy. Live a Boy's life.
Do the straight thing; seek the Kingdom of righteousness
and honour and truth. Keep the peace with the Boys
about you, and be filled with the joy of being a loyal,
and simple, and natural, and Boy-like servant of Christ.
You can very easily tell a house, or a workshop, or
an office where the Kingdom of God is not. The first
thing you see in that place is that the straight thing"
is not always done. Customers do not get fair-play.
.You are in danger of learning to cheat and to lie.
Better, a thousand times, to starve than to stay in a.
place where you cannot do what is right.
Or, when you go into your workshop, you find
everybody sulky, touchy, and ill-tempered, everybody at
daggers-drawn with everybody else, some of the men

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not on speaking terms with some of the others, and the
whole feel of the place miserable and unhappy. The
Kingdom of God is not there, for it is peace. It is
the Kingdom of the Devil that is anger, and wrath,
and malice.
If you want to get the Kingdom of God into your
workshop, or into your home, let the quarrelling be
stopped. Live in peace and harmony and brotherliness
with everyone. For the Kingdom of God is a Kingdom
of brothers. It is a great Society, founded by Jesus
Christ, of all the people who try to live like Him, and
to make the world better and sweeter and happier.
Wherever a Boy is trying to do that, in the house or
in the street, in the workshop or on the football field,
there is the Kingdom of God. And every Boy, how-
ever small or obscure or poor, who is seeking that,
is a member of it. You see now, I hope, what the
Kingdom is.


I pass, therefore, to the second head: What was it?
"Arithmetic." Are there any arithmetic words in this
text? "Added," says one Boy. Quite right, added.
What other arithmetic word? "First." Yes, first-
"first," "added." Now, don't you think you could not
have anything better to seek "first" than the things I
have named-to do what is right, to live at peace,
and be always making those about you happy? You
see at once why Christ tells us to seek these things
first-because they are the best worth seeking. Do you
know anything better than these three things, anything

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happier, purer, nobler? If you do, seek them first.
But if you do not, seek first the Kingdom of God. I
am not here this afternoon to tell you to be religious.
You know that. I am not here to tell you to seek the
Kingdom of God. I have come to tell you to seek the
Kingdom of God first. First. Not many people do
that. They put a little religion into their life-once a
week, perhaps. They might just as well let it alone.
It is not worth seeking the Kingdom of God unless we
seek it first. Suppose you take the helm out of a ship
and hang it over the bows, and send that ship to sea,
will it ever reach the other side? Certainly not. It
will drift about anyhow. Keep religion in its place, and
it will take you straight through life, and straight to
your Father in heaven when life is over. But if you do
not put it in its place, you may just as well have
nothing to do with it. Religion out of its place in a
human life is the most miserable thing in the world.
There is nothing that requires so much to be kept in its
place as religion, and its place is what? second? third?
"First." Boys, carry that home with you to-day-first
the Kingdom of God. Make it so that it will be
natural to you to think about that the very first thing.
There was a Boy in Glasgow apprenticed to a gentle-
man who made telegraphs. The gentleman told me this
himself. One day this Boy was up on the top of a
four-storey house with a number of men fixing up a
telegraph-wire. The work was all but done. It was
getting late, and the men said they were going away
home, and the Boy was to nip off the ends of the wire
himself. Before going down they told him to be sure

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to go back to the workshop, when he was finished,
with his master's tools. Do not leave any of them lying
about, whatever you do," said the foreman. The Boy
climbed up the pole and began to nip off the ends of
the wire. It was a very cold winter night, and the dusk
was gathering. He lost his hold and fell upon the
slates, slid down, and then over and over to the ground
below. A clothes-rope stretched across the "green"
on to which he was just about to fall, caught him on
the chest and broke his fall; but the shock was terrible,
and he lay unconscious among some clothes upon the
green. An old woman came out; seeing her rope
broken and the clothes all soiled, thought the Boy was
drunk, shook him, scolded him, and went for the
policeman. And the Boy with the shaking came back
to consciousness, rubbed his eyes, got upon his feet.
What do you think he did? He staggered, half blind,
away up the stairs. He climbed the ladder. He got on
to the roof of the house. He gathered up his tools,
put them into his basket, took them down, and when he
got to the ground again, fainted dead away. Just then
the policeman came, saw there was something seriously
wrong, and carried him away to the infirmary, where he
lay for some time. I am glad to say he got better.
What was his first thought at that terrible moment?
His duty. He was not thinking of himself; he was
thinking about his master. First, the Kingdom of God.
But there is another arithmetic word. What is it?
"Added." There is not one Boy here who does not
know the difference between addition and subtraction.
Now, that is a very important difference in religion,

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because-and it is a very strange thing-very few people
know the difference when they begin to talk about
religion. They often tell Boys that if they seek the
Kingdom of God, everything else is going to be subtracted
from them. They tell them that they are going to become
gloomy, miserable, and will lose everything that makes
a Boy's life worth living-that they will have to stop
football and story-books, and become little old men, and
spend all their time in going to meetings and in singing
hymns. Now, that is not true. Christ never said anything
like that. Christ says we are to "Seek first the Kingdom
of God," and everything else worth having is to be added
unto us. If there is anything I would like you to take
away with you this afternoon, it is these two arithmetic
words-"first" and "added." I do not mean by added
that if you become religious you-are all going to become
rich. Here is a Boy, who, in sweeping out the shop
to-morrow morning, finds sixpence lying among the orange
boxes. Well, nobody has missed it. He puts it in his
pocket, and it begins to burn a hole there. By breakfast-
time he wishes that sixpence were in his master's pocket.
And by-and-by he goes to his master. He says (to
himself, and not to his master), "I was at the Boys'
Brigade yesterday, and I was told to seek first that
which was right." Then he says to his master, "Please,
sir, here. is sixpence that I found upon the floor." The
master puts it in the "till." What has the Boy got in
his pocket? Nothing; but he has got the Kingdom of
God in his heart. He has laid up treasure in heaven,
which is of infinitely more worth than that sixpence.
Now, that Boy does not find a shilling on his way home.

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I have known that happen, but that is not what is meant
by "adding." It does not mean that God is going to
pay him in his own coin, for He pays in better coin.
Yet I remember once hearing of a boy who was paid
in both ways. He was very, very poor. He lived in a
foreign country, and his mother said to him one day
that he must go into the great city and start in business,
and she took his coat and cut it open and sewed
between the lining and the coat forty golden dinars,
which she had saved up for many years to start him
in life. She told him to take care of robbers as he
went across the desert; and as he was going out of the
door she said: "My Boy, I have only two words for
you-'Fear God, and never tell a lie.'" The Boy started
off, and towards evening he saw glittering in the distance
the minarets of the great city, but between the city and
himself he saw a cloud of dust; it came nearer; presently
he saw that it was a band of robbers. One of the
robbers left the rest and rode towards him, and said:
"Boy, what have you got?" And the Boy looked him
in the face and said: "I have got forty golden dinars
sewed up in my coat." And the robber laughed and
wheeled round his horse and went away back. He would
not believe the Boy. Presently another robber came, and
he said: "Boy, what have you got?" "Forty golden
dinars sewed up in my coat." The robber said: "The
Boy is a fool," and wheeled his horse and rode away
back. By-and-by the robber captain came, and he said:
"Boy, what have you got?" "I have forty golden dinars
sewed up in my coat." And the robber dismounted and
put his hand over the Boy's breast, felt something round,

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counted one, two, three, four, five, till he counted out the
forty golden coins. He looked the Boy in the face, and said-
" Why did you tell me that?" The boy said: "Because
of God and my mother." And the robber leant upon his
spear and thought, and said: "Wait a moment." He
mounted his horse, rode back to the rest of the robbers,
and came back in about five minutes with his dress
changed. This time he looked not like a robber, but
like a merchant. He took the Boy up on his horse, and
said: My Boy, I have long wanted to do something for
my God and for my mother, and I have this moment
renounced my robber's life. I am also a merchant. I
have a large business house in the city. I want you to.
come and live with me, to teach me about your God;.
and you will be rich, and your mother some day will
come and live with us." And it all happened. By
seeking first the Kingdom of God, all these things were
added unto him.
Boys, banish for ever from your minds the idea that
religion is subtraction. It does not tell us to give things-
up, but rather gives us something so much better that
they give themselves up. When you see a Boy on the
street whipping a top, you know, perhaps, that you could
not make that Boy happier than by giving him a top, a
whip, and half an hour to whip it. But next birthday,
when he looks back, he says, "What a goose I was last
year to be delighted with a top; what I want now is a
cricket-bat." Then when he becomes an old man, he-
does not care in the least for a cricket-bat, he wants.
rest, and a snug fireside and a newspaper every day. He
wonders how he could ever have taken up his thoughts.

with cricket-bats and whipping-tops. Now, when a Boy
becomes a Christian, he grows out of the evil things one
by one-that is to say, if they are really evil-which he
used to set his heart upon (of course I do not mean
cricket-bats, for they are not evils); and so instead of
telling people to give up things, we are safer to tell them
to "Seek first the Kingdom of God," and then they will
get new things and better things, and the old things
will drop off of themselves. This is what is meant by
the "new heart." It means that God puts into us new
thoughts and new wishes, and we become quite different


Lastly, and very shortly. What was the third head?
"Grammar." "Right, Grammar." Now, I require a
clever boy to answer the next question. What is the
verb? "Seek." Very good: "seek." What mood is it
in ? Imperative mood." What does that mean ?
"Command." You Boys of the Boys' Brigade know
what commands are. What is the soldier's first lesson?
" Obedience." Have you obeyed this command ?
Remember the imperative mood of these words, "Seek
first the Kingdom of God." This is the command of
your King. It must be done. I have been trying to
show you what a splendid thing it is; what a reasonable
thing it is; what a happy thing it is; but beyond all
these reasons, it is a thing that must be done, because
we are commanded to do it by our Captain. It is one
of the finest things about the Boys' Brigade that it
always appeals to Christ as its highest Officer, and takes

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its commands from Him. Now, there is His command
to seek first the Kingdom of God. Have you done it?
"Well," I know some boys will say, "Well, we are going
to have a good time, enjoy life, and then we are going
to seek-last-the Kingdom of God." Now, that is
mean; it is nothing else than mean for a Boy to take
all the good gifts that God has given him, and then give
Him nothing back in return but his wasted life.
God wants Boys' lives, not only their souls. It is for
active service soldiers are drilled, and trained, and fed,
and armed. That is why you and I are in the world at
all-not to prepare to go out of it some day; but to
serve God actively in it now. It is monstrous, and
shameful, and cowardly to talk of seeking the Kingdom
last. It is shirking duty, abandoning one's rightful post,
playing into the enemy's hand by doing nothing to turn
his flank. Every hour a Kingdom is coming in your
heart, in your home, in the world near you, be it a
Kingdom of Darkness or a Kingdom of Light. You are
placed where you are, in a particular business, in a
particular street, to help on there the Kingdom of God.
You cannot do that when you are old and ready to die.
By that time your companions will have fought their
fight, and lost or won. If they lose, will you not be
sorry that you did not help them? Will you not regret
that only at the last you helped the Kingdom of God?
Perhaps you will not be able to do it then. And then
your life has been lost indeed.
Very few people have the opportunity to seek the
Kingdom of God at the end. Christ, knowing all that,
knowing that religion was a thing for our life, not merely

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for our death-bed, has laid this command upon us now:
"Seek first the Kingdom of God." I am going to leave
you with this text itself. Every Brigade Boy in the world
should obey it.
Boys, before you go to work to-morrow, before you
go to sleep to-night, before you go to the Sunday-school
this afternoon, before you go out of the doors of the
City Hall, resolve that, God helping you, you are going
to seek first the Kingdom of God. Perhaps some Boys
here are deserters; they began once before to serve
Christ, and they deserted. Come back again, come back
again to-day. Others have never enlisted at all. Will
you not do it now? You are old enough to decide.
And the grandest moment of a Boy's life is that moment
when he decides to

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The Burning of the Dorchester.'

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'A BOY was sitting by a grave in a quiet country village.
The sods that covered it had grown together, and
Sthe date on the head-stone showed that it was two
years and a half since the occupant had been laid to rest.
The head-stone was a small one, and contained only the
words: Here lies James Hilton, late Sergeant 66th Foot.
Died March 8th, 1869, Aged 44 years. He tried to do his
1 am trying too, father," the boy said aloud; I have
not forgotten what you said." How well he remembered it
now, that talk that he had had with his father a few weeks
before he died. "Always do your duty, my boy, and things
are sure to go well with you," Sergeant Hilton had said;
and he had replied, "I don't see that I have many duties to
do yet, father." "No duties, Bob! why, life is made up of
duties. Your first duty of all is to God. You have got to
obey His orders, and to remember that His eye is always
upon you. You are never off parade, as far as He is con-
"Then, Bob, there is your duty to us at home-I will say
to your mother and sisters. There are many boys who think
that if they don't disobey their parents; if they are respectful,
and .so on, that they are doing their duty to them. That is
a very poor sort of duty, Bob. You might as well say that
a soldier is doing his duty while he is not absolutely dis-
obedient and insolent to his officers. Your duty, Bob, is not
only to obey, but-and it will be more so when I am gone


-to aid and to cheer your mother, and to take as many
of her burdens as you can on to your shoulders.
"Too many boys act as if it were a matter of course that
everyone should do things for them, and that they should do
nothing in return. They would be surprised if anyone told
them that they were absolutely and wholly selfish. What do
they do for others? What do they think of but their own
doings and their own amusements? How many minutes in the
day do they give up to doing things for others? If boys would
but think how much they could do to make home happy,
how they might relieve their mother of some of her
worries, how much pleasure they might give their brothers
and sisters, and all at the cost of a little self-sacrifice, there
would be more bright and pleasant homes in the country
than there are.
"I see you are looking puzzled, Bob; but, for instance, how
often do you give up games or walks with other boys to amuse
the little ones, and to relieve your mother by taking them
out for a walk, or taking them off her hands when she is
worried and busy? You would do it if you thought of
it, Bob; but boys don't think much of things like this.
Thoughtlessness is in the long run the cause of more pain
than is downright wrongdoing. The wrongdoers are few,
the thoughtless many. A good soldier does his duty, not
according to the letter, but carefully and thoughtfully, having
it always and before all things in his mind. So do your
duty, Bob. I do not know what your life may be, or what
battles you will have to fight; but I can promise you that
if you do your duty to God, and to your mother and sisters,
it will be a happy one, whatever comes of it."
Bob had laid these words to heart, and had tried to act
up to his father's last advice, and although it didn't seem to
him that he had been able to do much, such was not the
opinion of others.
I don't know what I should do without Bob," his mother
said frequently to her neighbours; "why, he is as thoughtful
as a girl in the house. He will take out the children by the
hour, or if it is a wet day he will get them into a corner and


read to them, or tell them stories, or keep them as quiet as
mice; and he does a lot of work about the house. I would
not have believed a boy could be so useful."
This was in the first few weeks after Sergeant Hilton's
death, and while they were waiting for a letter from New
Zealand. A brother of James Hilton had emigrated years
before, and had done well out there, and the sergeant had
written to him a month before his death saying that he was
near his end. I have a little money saved up, John, about
hundred pounds. What would you advise? Harriet could
open a little shop here and make shift for four or five years,
till Bob, who is fourteen now, is able to work, and the girls
would be beginning to be useful. Do you think it would
be a good thing, then, for them to come out to New Zealand?
Perhaps you might be able to give them a helping hand."
Three months after James Hilton's death the answer had
come. Although the sergeant had not said so, he had had
some hopes that his brother might have sent for the family
to go out, as he knew that he was a farmer on a large scale,
and he had told his wife not to take any steps towards
opening a shop until she received an answer to his letter.
John Hilton had left England before his brother enlisted,
twenty-five years ago, but they had written at intervals of
three or four years. He said:
"I am sorry indeed to hear from poor Jim, that
before his letter reached me he would have passed away.
We always got on well together as boys, and as he is younger
than I am it does not seem natural that he should have gone
He says you are thinking of setting up a shop. I should
say that it was the best thing you could do. If you only
had Bob I should have said you had better have come out
here; but with three little girls, the eldest of them eleven, of
course that is not to be thought of. Send Bob straight off
to me. I will make a man of him; and when he gets two- or
three-and-twenty of course he could have you and the girls


out if he liked. They would be old enough by that time to
be useful, and would not be long on your hands out here.
I inclose twenty pounds to pay for Bob's passage. I daresay
the parson will look in the papers for you, and tell you about
ships, and so on. I have got several girls, but no boy. I
will treat him as if he were my own, and he will have a
good time of it."

Mrs. Hilton read the letter to herself.
"What does uncle say, mother?" Bob asked impatiently.
She was silent a moment. Bob thought the news was bad,
for her lips quivered and her eyes were full of tears.
"He writes very kindly, Bob," she said in a low voice.
"You can read the letter for yourself;" and she hastily left
the room.
The girls had gone to school. Bob read the letter through
at first eagerly, and then beginning again slowly and care-
fully. Then he folded it up and put it in his pocket, and
went out for a walk. It was a tempting prospect, to leave
the little village and to go out into the world and to join his
uncle in his farm in New Zealand, and have an active life,
and horses to ride, and cattle to look after, and all sorts of
adventures; but it was clear to him that it could not be. His
first duty was to cheer his mother, and to be kind to his
sisters. He could not do much-he was only fourteen, but
he could not but know that he did something. It was his
duty to stop, so after half an hour he went back.
Well, my boy, that is a good offer that your uncle makes
you," his mother said, with an attempt at cheerfulness.
"We ought to be very thankful. It is a fine chance for a
"Well, mother," Bob said, "fine or not fine, I don't
mean to take it. I am not going to leave you behind for
seven or eight years. I have made up my mind to write to
uncle to tell him that I cannot leave you at present; but
that later on, when Jenny will be old enough to help you a
good deal, and Polly will have left school too, then, that if
he will have me, I will go out to him so as to make a home


for you all out there. We don't know how you will get on
here yet. In another two or three years we shall see about
that, and if you are comfortable then, and you have Jenny
to help you, I could go out for three or four years, and you
would not mind waiting that time to join me out there. But
I should be miserable if I were to go out now and know
that I had everything that I could want, and that you might
be getting on badly at home, and the girls so small-I could
not do it, mother."
I think you ought to go, Bob; it is just a great chance
for you."
"But I am not losing the chance, mother. There is no
reason why uncle shouldn't be just as ready to take me later
on as now; I could not be of much use to him for the first
two or three years."
He might not like it, Bob, if you were to refuse his offer,"
the mother said, trying to argue against her own wishes.
"Very well, mother, if he doesn't like it, he doesn't, and
there is an end of it. There are plenty of other things to
do besides depending upon Uncle John. I am sure it is
my duty to stay here at present, and not to run away like
a coward to leave you to fight your own battle, so please do
not say anything more about it. You can write to uncle,
and I will write him a letter too, and tell him how it is that
I cannot go to him at present."
And so after a long talk it was settled. John Hilton had
been written to, and had replied in a rather grumbling letter,
saying that he considered it was nonsense that a boy of that
age could be of any use at home, and that he could not
say whether it would suit him to have him later; that if a
good offer was not accepted when it was made, it might
not be made a second time. Bob would have written back
angrily, but his mother overruled him.
It is natural your uncle should be vexed. No doubt he
thought he made a very kind offer, and so he did, and no
one likes having such an offer refused. You know, Bob, a
soft answer turneth away wrath,' and I will write to him


The front room of the cottage, which stood by the road-
side, had within a week of the receipt of the first letter from
New Zealand been turned into a little shop, and Mrs. Hilton
had obtained through one of the farmers who had a brother
established in business in a large town twenty miles away,
a stock of grocery and general goods such as are generally
kept in village shops. The same farmer had taken Bob on
as handy boy, to help about the horses, feed the pigs, work
in the garden, and make himself generally useful. The hours
were long: from five o'clock in summer and seven in winter
till six o'clock in the evening. He had his breakfast and
dinner at the farm, and generally a mug of tea and a hunch
of bread from the farmer's wife on leaving off work. His
wages to begin with were three shillings a week, and were
raised a shilling after six months. The money was of great
assistance to Mrs. Hilton, as it paid the rent of the cottage
and found him in clothes. The takings of the shop were
small, but gradually increased, and after her first outlay for
stock, Mrs. Hilton managed without drawing on her little
No answer had been received to Mrs. Hilton's second
letter, and Mrs. Hilton often blamed herself that she had
not insisted upon Bob's accepting the offer when it was
made. At the same time she knew what a comfort the boy
had been to her. However hard his day's work might be,
however tired he was when he came home, he was always
cheerful, always ready to play with the children, and on
summer evenings to go out with them and take them off
her hands, and give her a chance of tidying the house a bit.
He helped, too, by digging and planting the garden, which
was a good-sized one, on his return from work, and the
potatoes and vegetables were a great help in her house-
keeping, and she often sold fruit and flowers to tourists and
others passing along the road.
At the end of two years, to her great astonishment
another letter arrived from New Zealand. She put it by
on a shelf, and would not open it until Bob returned from
work. He had grown a stout lad now, erect and active, as


she remembered his father to have been when she first met
him, and his mother felt proud of him as in his Sunday
clothes he walked with her and the girls to church. Jenny
had left school now, and was a great help to her mother,
taking much of the work of the house off her hands,
and undertaking the mending of her own and her sisters'
clothes, and relieving Bob of his work in the garden except
the rough digging.
"Anything new, mother?" Bob asked cheerily as he came
in. "How many ounces of tea, and how many yards of
tape sold to-day?"
"There is news, Bob; here is a letter from your uncle."
"Is there! what does he say, mother?"
"I have not opened it yet, Bob; I thought you would
like to hear the news as soon as any of us. Now you have
come home we will open it." It was as follows: -
I was a good deal vexed at what I considered
your boy's foolish decision to work with Farmer Hawkins
instead of coming out to me. Still, I can understand a boy
at his age not liking to leave his mother. However, it is
two years since then, and he is now sixteen, so I make
the offer again. He is quite old enough now to be really
useful out here, and the sooner he begins to learn the
business the better; perhaps it is just as well, after all, that
ne has had two years' breaking in. Now, don't you be
standing in his way. I mean to do well by him, and I tell
you fairly that if he don't come now he may stay away
altogether. Remember, if he comes out here he can have
you all out in a few years, and the girls will get good chances
of being settled in comfortable homes, and of being farmers'
wives instead of being farming men's wives, as they most
likely would be if they stopped at home. I again inclose
the twenty-pound note. It is the same you returned me
before; it has been lying with your letter in my desk ever
since. When he gets to Otago, Bob will find no difficulty in
making his way up country here. Let him go to J. Smithers;


he will tell him all about it, and furnish him with any money
he wants."

"Well, Bob, there is no doubt what is your right course
now," Mrs. Hilton said as she laid the letter down; "you
must accept your uncle's invitation. I shall be very sorry
to lose you, Bob, I need not tell you that, and so will the
girls; but I can see that, as your uncle says, it is better for
us all that you should go. If you stop in the village all your
life there are no chances whatever for you. If you get
eighteen shillings a week it is as much as you can ever look
for, and there is a great deal in what John says about your
sisters. It is not now as it was two years ago. I see now
that I can just manage to make ends meet with the shop,
and should I get a little short I can draw a pound or two
from the bank, so there is nothing to feel uncomfortable
about that way. I have got Jenny with me now. In two
more years Polly will have left school, and taken Jenny's
place, and Mrs. Hawkins said the other day that she would
take Jenny, as soon as she was big enough, as a help in the
dairy and house; and when Polly gets old enough, Bessy
must be my right hand, and she must go into service-it's
right for them to learn to be useful before they go out."
"Do you think, mother," Bob said, "that it is my duty to
go? I mean, that it is really better for you and the girls
that I should do so."
"I think so, certainly, Bob," his mother said steadily; "I
am sure it is. You would like to go, would you not?"
"Certainly, mother, I should like to go. I think it is a
grand chance for me; but if it were ten times as good I
should say no at once if you did not really think that it is
best, not only for me, but for you all."
"I am sure that it is best, Bob. Five or six years will
soon pass over, and then we shall be together again. I
have blamed myself very often during the last two years
that I let you refuse John's offer; but I felt so lonely then
that I really could not spare you, Bob. I knew then that
it was selfish, but I could not help it."


Not selfish at all, mother. Why should you have taken
the whole burden upon your back when I could help you,
not much, but just a little, to bear it?"
"Your help has been everything, my boy; I do not know
what I should have done without you. You have been the
sunshine of our home, Bob, and God's blessing will surely
alight upon one who has been so good a son and so good
a brother as you have."
And so it was settled. Bob was to start the next morning
for Plymouth, and he had come up now to take a last look
at his father's grave. The day following the terrible parting
was over. Bob had journeyed to Plymouth by train, and the
next morning embarked on board the barque Dorchester,
1500 tons, bound for Otago. The first two or three days
he was prostrated by sea-sickness, after that he was able to
come on deck and enjoy the scene. It was, indeed, a novel
one to him, for although before his father's death he had
often been down to the fishing port, and since then had
generally walked there with his mother and sisters on Sunday
afternoon, he had never been on the sea even in a boat
before. His father had taught him to swim before he was
ten years old, and he had never lost an opportunity of
enjoying a bathe since then. But the great ship, with its
lofty spars and spread of canvas, the innumerable ropes
whose uses were at present mysterious to him, the passengers
walking about the deck, and the sailors going about their
work were all novel and delightful.
It was specially strange to him to have nothing to do.
During the last two years he had scarcely ever had an idle
moment, now there seemed nothing for him to do. Then
"try to do your duty" came across his mind. "I suppose
there is some duty to be done," he said to himself, and
looking round it was not long before a duty presented
itself. A pale-looking woman, evidently not yet recovered
from sea-sickness, was trying to look after five or six little
children. Bob at once walked across to her.
Will you let me help you?" he said. I am accustomed
to children, and have three little sisters of my own."


The woman looked up gratefully. "If you wouldn't
mind for a little, my head is so bad."
In a few minutes Bob was at home with the children, and
had two of them on his shoulders looking over the high
bulwarks at the sea, and a ship or two that happened to be
passing, while the others were pulling at his trousers shouting
for their turn. Then he sat down and had a regular game
at romps with them, and then told them one of the stories
that Bessy and Polly had never been tired of listening to.
In a week he was a general favourite among the steerage
passengers, and was always the centre of a group of chil-
"I never did see such a boy as that," one woman said to
another. "He regularly gives himself up to the children
and lets them make a downright slave of him, and he looks
as if he likes it too; he is more like a girl than a boy with
them. What a blessing such a boy as that must be to a
Ah! you may say that," the other replied; it must have
been a sore day for her when she let him go. He told me
yesterday that he had a mother and three sisters, and he
hoped to have them join him across the water before long.
He is going out to an uncle, he said."
He will get on wherever he goes, Mrs. Simpson, mark
my word if he don't. He is a fine, strong, young chap,
too, though he is so gentle; I wish more boys were like
him. Just look at that boy of Mrs. Brown's, leaning there
against the bulwark, and smoking his pipe. You never see
him do a thing for anyone, and I heard him swear yesterday
when one of the children, who was racing about, ran up
against him. Yesterday I heard him call young Hilton,
Nurse Molly."
"What did he say?"
He laughed, and said that a fellow might do worse than
turn himself into a nurse when there was any occasion for it."
It is a shame," the other said angrily.
"Yes, wasn't it? I tell you my Jack took it up. He was
standing close by, and he said to young Brown: 'If I hear


you call Hilton names again, Brown, I will cuff your head
for you;' and two or three other men growled out that they
would do it if Jack didn't, and Brown put his pipe in his
pocket and slunk off.
"'I don't mind,' young Hilton said. 'What does it matter
about being called nurse? I am sure a few nurses on board
this ship would be very useful.'"
However, two days later there was trouble between Dick
Brown and Bob. The latter was playing with some children,
and a little girl who was racing along the deck nearly lost
her footing as the vessel rolled, and came violently against
Richard Brown's legs, the sudden shock causing him nearly
to lose his equilibrium, and on the start his pipe dropped
from his mouth and was broken to pieces on the deck.
In his anger he gave the child a sharp box on the ears,
and it fell, knocking its head severely against one of the
stanchions. In a moment Bob stood before him, his face
blazing with anger.
There were not many things that excited Bob to wrath,
but the tears of a child were among them, and he had had
more than one tough fight with bullies in the village. The
Sergeant, when Bob came home with black eyes and bruised
face, and had learnt the cause of the fight, had never blamed
"Never quarrel on your own account if you can help it,
Bob; but you are quite right not to stand by and see a little
one bullied. Never fight if you can help it. Never fight
unless you are quite sure that it is in a good cause; but when
you do fight, fight like a man."
How dare you do that, you coward?" he exclaimed as
he faced Dick Brown.
"What's that to you, Molly?" the other replied.
Bob's answer was a practical one, and Dick Brown reeled
back from a heavy blow in the face. He would have rushed
at Bob, but one of the sailors seized him by the shoulder.
"No fighting on deck," he said, "it is against the rules.
If you want to fight go down below to the men's cabin."
Half-a-dozen of the male passengers ran up. "You did


quite right, Hilton," one said; "he is a cowardly brute.
You sha'n't fight him unless you want to. If he says anything
to you I will thrash him myself."
"I don't want to fight him at all," Bob said; "but I'd
rather fight him any day, than see him treat a child like
Of course he wants to fight," one or two of the young
men, who were jealous of Bob's popularity and sympathized
with Dick Brown, exclaimed, and the bully himself, although
by no means so eagerly, agreed that of course he wanted to
"Well, just go quietly down below," the sailor said; "go.
down one by one, or you will be getting it stopped if the
officers notice it."
One by one most of the male emigrants went below, and
the fight came off. It was neither a long nor a hard one.
Bullies are generally cowards, and in ten minutes Brown had
had more than enough of it, and Bob returned on deck as
if nothing had happened, and waving aside the congratu-
lations of the women was soon playing as usual with the
children, while Brown did not show on deck until after sun-
set for the next three or four days. After this incident no
one was heard to call Bob "Molly," though the word "nurse'
still stuck to him, but not used in a sneering or unkind way.
He had shown that he was strong as well as gentle, and
those who had been disposed to sneer at him before could
not now but respect him for his pluck.
Even the cabin passengers, as from their station on the
poop they commanded a view of the vessel forward, were.
interested in the young fellow, who was generally to be seen
with a child on one shoulder, and three or four more trot-
ting round him, more especially when they learnt from the
officers that he was no relation of any of these children.
The vessel was far down the Afiican coast before any
event occurred to disturb the easy and pleasant course of
life on board. Then she encountered bad weather, and for
five days the passengers forward were all kept below. When
the gale abated somewhat, although she was still rolling


heavily, the word was passed down that hands were required
on deck to help the sailors to repair damages; but most of
the emigrants were so prostrated by illness and confinement
in the close air of the crowded cabin, that only a few
responded to the call. Bob was among them, and looking
round as he gained the deck was astonished at the change
that had taken place in the appearance of the vessel. Her
foremast was gone, her bulwarks were carried away, and the
deck was swept clear of seats and fixings of all kinds. In
spite of the still heavy rolling of the ship, the crew were
engaged in rigging a jury-mast. Bob at once went and
tailed on to a rope at which some seamen were hauling, and
continued to work for two hours, by which time the mast
was in its place, lashed to the old stump and strongly
stayed, and preparations were being made for hoisting a jib.
"We seem to have had a bad time of it," Bob said to an
old sailor who was standing next to him, and who was for
the moment unoccupied.
"You are right there, lad," he replied; "we have lost the
first-mate, and eight hands washed overboard, and if it hadn't
been that the wind had gone down and shifted a bit we should
have been ashore by this time. We lost the foremast when
the gale burst. It was rotten at the core, as we could see by
the break, though it did not show on the outside, so I suppose
nobody is to blame for it. Of course when this was done
there was no beating out against the wind. We have been
doing the only thing we could, riding to the foremast and
spars-they made a sort of floating anchor and kept her
head up to the wind. Three hours ago we made land out,
and so began getting up a jury-mast, though, as you see, it
has been a tough job, rolling as she is' but now we shall be
able to get up a little head-sail and claw off; besides, the
wind has gone round three or four points since we began, so
we are safe now if the wind don't back round again, and I
don't see any chance of that."
How far are we from land now?"
"About eight miles. You can see it from the tops; but
the shore is so low you cannot make it out here."


"Whereabouts are we?"
I heard the bo'sun say that the officers reckoned we were
somewhere about 26 or 27 degrees south latitude, that is, 50
or ioo miles north of the mouth of the Orange River; but
of course they haven't been able to take no observations.
Like enough we shall go in to the river-there is a factory
and settlement-and repair damages before we go further.
This ain't the rig as one would care about doubling the Cape
By this time the jib had been set from the stump of the
bowsprit, which had also been broken off, to the jury-mast,
and sail having been made on the main and mizzen masts,
the wreckage that had proved so useful was cut away, and
the vessel headed south. It was dark now, and Bob and
the rest of the steerage passengers went below.
"It is awfully hot down here," Bob said. "No wonder
we felt it so. It seems to me there is a smell of smoke."
"I don't smell it," the man said.
I am sure I do," Bob replied, and turning round ran up
to the deck again. As he stepped from the companion a
sailor running aft nearly knocked him down. As Bob steadied
himself he heard the man say to one of the officers: "The
ship's afire, sir!"
"Are you sure?" the officer asked sharply.
Yes, sir; the forecastle is chock-full of smoke. You see
none of us have been in there since we began getting up the
"Go and tell the captain, but don't let any of the pas-
sengers hear;" and the officer ran forward where the men
were gathered round the hatch of the fo'castle talking
"Steady, men, steady!" he said. "I expect it's only
something smouldering in here, and we will soon get it out;"
but as he leaned over the open hatch a sudden light shot up
from below. "Clap the hatchway on, man. Ah! here
comes the captain."
"What is it, Mr. Croft?"
"I am afraid, sir," the officer said in a low voice, "flames


have got a big hold. The fire is down below somewhere;
the flames have run up through the cabin floor."
Rig the pumps, lads," the captain said calmly. Mr.
Croft, get all the male passengers on deck, and set them to
work at the pumps and buckets. Mr. Hannay, do you see
to the pumps. Bo'sun, get the boats all ready for lowering
at once. It is fortunate that the sea has gone down a good
Bob followed the officer below into the men's cabin.
Lads," he said in a loud but calm tone, there is trouble
below, and you must all turn out and lend a hand at once.
There is a bit of a fire has broken out somewhere, and we
must just set to work to send some water down and ex-
tinguish it. The great thing is to do everything quietly and
without any fuss or bustle."
The men were all quickly out, and, hurrying on their clothes
went on deck, while the officer proceeded to the women's
cabin. "You must all turn out and dress yourselves and
the children," he said, "then wrap yourselves well up and
come up on deck. There is a bit of a fire somewhere, and
the men may want to take up the flooring of your cabin to
get at it. Be as quick as you can, for I can smell the smoke
pretty strong here, and the sooner you are out of it the
For half an hour the passengers worked at the pumps,
while the crew got the boats ready for launching. The
women and children had all been sent aft to the poop. An
involuntary cry broke from all on deck when a tongue of
flame shot up from the forecastle hatchway. Bob had just
been relieved from a spell at the pumps, when Mr. Croft
came up to the captain who was standing near him.
"The carpenter has cut through the floor under the emi-
grants' cabin, sir; the cargo is all alight there. It must have
been smouldering for days. I expect some matches or
something ignited when the cargo shifted a bit just when
the gale struck us."
"It is useless to try to save the ship," the captain said;
"you see the flames are breaking out at the fore-hatch. You


may as well let the passengers keep on pumping, it will
occupy them, and prevent confusion. Tell the stewards to
see about getting water and provisions into the boats with-
out a moment's delay; see to that yourself. Let the men
get all the spare spars overboard. We have lost three of
the boats in the gale, and must make a raft. Pass the word
for the carpenter."
Another five minutes and a pillar of fire was rushing up
from the fore-hatch.
"Keep your heads, men," the captain said sternly as some
of the passengers were leaving the pumps with cries of dismay;
"there is no danger; the shore is only some ten miles away, so
if the worst comes to the worst we can land them. The boats
will hold most of us, and men will make a raft that will carry
the rest; but there must be no scrambling, and no confusion.
Now, lads," he said, turning to the crew, "lower away the
boats; get down the accommodation-ladder, and let the
women and children go down and take their places in the
boats. Boatswain, put four men in each boat; do you see
that the rest of the men, as soon as the boats are lowered,
stick to making the raft. Mr. Hannay, you come with me to
the gangway; you will see two revolvers hanging up in my
cabin; they are loaded, we may want them."
As soon as the boats were brought round to the ladder
there was a disposition on the part of some of the steerage
passengers to make a rush for it; but the captain levelled his
pistol. "Now,"he said," the first man who approaches, I shoot
him dead. We have got twelve bullets, so the first twelve of
you who have a fancy for dying at once instead of getting
quickly to shore had better come on."
The men shrank back. "You had better," he went on,
"be helping the crew to get the spars overboard; if there
are any of you who understand carpentry, you had best get
down the side and lend the carpenter a hand."
Everyone was soon employed; but rapidly as they worked
the flames made terrible progress. The fore part of the vessel
was already a mass of flames, and although the vessel had
been put dead before the wind the fire was working aft with


terrible rapidity. Bob assisted the women to carry the fright-
ened children to the gangway, where the sailors took them
down the ladders into the boats.
"Now," the captain said, looking over the side, "married
men are to go next. If any man is cur enough to push forward
who is not a married man he will never reach the gangway
alive. How much more room is there, Mr. Croft?" he said
when the last had passed.
"Room for about a dozen more."
Well, let a dozen of the greatest cowards go," the captain
said grimly.
No one moved.
That is right," the captain said. Let a dozen of those
nearest to me go quietly down." There was a little rush now,
but only twelve were allowed to pass.
"Now, Mr. Croft, you get into that boat and join the
others astern, and be ready to come near and take off the
raft as soon as it is loaded."
The heat was now tremendous, and the deck so hot that
the men could scarcely stand upon it. The carpenter and
his gang had been working desperately. They had fastened
the spars in the form of a square, and were nailing a piece
of canvas over it.
"Cut off those coils of rope," the captain said quietly,
"and throw them down. The raft will scarcely carry us all,
but some of us can hang on to the sides. Now, men, begin
to lower yourselves down over the side, and get on to the
Many had indeed already jumped overboard, and were
hanging on to the timbers of the raft, for the sailors would
allow none to climb up until the order was given. Bob was
standing by the door leading into the cabins under the poop.
Here were the saloon and several large private cabins. Above
the terrible roar of the flames he thought he heard a cry.
He rushed in and flung open the doors of the private
cabins. They were empty. He then ran into the saloon.
At the further end a man was lying on one of the sofas that
ran along its sides. Bob hurried to him. He was an elderly


man, who had several times spoken to the lad during the
"What are you doing here, sir?" Bob exclaimed.
"I broke my leg three days ago," he said. A steward
who came in here an hour ago said that he would come and
fetch me out when the time came to take to the boats."
"He must have forgotten it, sir. Let me help you; there
is not a moment to be lost."
He raised the gentleman up.
I can use one leg," the latter said; but the agony caused
by the movement made him sink back again.
I will try to carry you," Bob said. "If you will get on
my back, sir, and hold tight round my neck, I can manage
well enough."
The gentleman did as he told him, and Bob carried him
along the length of the cabin, when he felt the hold relaxing,
and shifted round in time to catch him before he fell, the
agony from his leg having caused him to faint. Stooping,
Bob made a great effort, and lifted him on to his shoulder,
and then staggered forward through the dense smoke, that
now filled the cabin, into the open air. He paused for a
moment. There was not a soul on deck. The heat was
terrific, and the flames were starting up but a few yards
away, while the masts and sails stood up in a blazing pile
overhead. Half-blinded he staggered to the gangway, and
then plunged head-foremost with his burden into the water.
The shock instantly brought the insensible man to conscious-
ness again. Bob felt him struggle, and loosing his hold,
shot away from him as he rose to the surface. He saw at
once that the man was unable to swim, for he threw his
arms about wildly. With a couple of strokes Bob swam up
behind him, seized him by the collar, and pulled him over
on to his back.
"Lie still," he shouted into his ear, "or we shall both be
drowned; the boats will be here in a minute."
Partly in obedience to the order, but more, perhaps, from
the agony of his leg, the man lay quiet, and Bob, swimming
strongly, managed to get his mouth above the water. Help


was fortunately close at hand. The eyes of many on board
the boats had been fixed upon the burning ship, and there
had been a general cry as the two figures suddenly appeared
from the volcano of flames and went overboard into the
water. They were but a short distance away, for the
crowded raft was but twenty yards from the side of the ship.
One of the boats had instantly cast off the towing-rope, and
rowed back. A minute later Bob relinquished his hold as
Mr. Croft leaned over and grasped the man by the collar.
"Swim to the raft," the officer said to Bob; there is no
room here."
"Who is it, Mr. Croft?" the captain shouted from the
It is Mr. Lantrey, sir. You know he broke his leg the
first day of the gale. He was on one of the sofas in the
saloon, and I suppose was forgotten."
"You had better bring him here," the captain said;
"there is room for him to lie down."
Bob was received with a cheer from those on board the
raft and boats as he climbed up. The raft was awash with
the water, the spars being altogether insufficient to support
the weight, and, indeed, some twenty of the men were not
upon it, but were floating alongside, holding on to the ropes
which had just been nailed along on the top of the outside
timbers. When the raft had been towed a hundred yards
from the burning ship the captain held a consultation with
Mr. Croft, and it was agreed that the male passengers on
board the latter's boat should be shifted on to the raft, and
their places taken by sailors.
"Now, Croft, do you make for the Orange River; of
course you will get up your sail, but keep your oars going
too. Get half-a-dozen boats from there with provisions and
water, and come back as soon as you can. We shall row
in shore, and will keep about a mile away from it. We
can only move very slowly, and it is of no use our landing,
for it is a sandy desert here without a drop of water upon it.
Before you go row alongside Mr. Hannay's boat, and give
him your revolver; he may want it before you get back again:


but three days ought to do it, and we can hold on till
The exchange of men was made, and Mr. Croft's boat
rowed straight away, propelled by twelve oars, the sail help-
ing but little, for the wind had almost died out in the last
few hours. Four terrible days were passed on board the
boats and the raft. The haste with which preparations had
been made was so great that the supply of water was very
insufficient for the 300 souls dependent upon it. The sun
blazed down with terrible force. Those on board the boats
were so closely crowded that they could scarce move, while
those on the raft were wet through day and night, as a third
of their number by turns were obliged to keep in the water
alongside, and even then it only floated a few inches above
the water, while the canvas in the centre bagged down until
it was as much below the surface.
The captain had taken the place of one of the men in the
boats in order to prevent any of them from cutting loose
and making off by themselves. His assurances that the
shore was a desert, and that there was no water to be found
there for a hundred miles, did even more than the pistols of
the two officers to keep the party together. On the fourth
day a loud shout hailed the announcement that there were
some black specks upon the water. Two hours later the
boats were alongside. They had brought an ample supply of
food and water, and were sufficient in number not only to
carry the men from the raft, but some from the boats, and
therefore relieved the overcrowding; and two days later
the party arrived at the settlement.
A small coaster was started with the news to the Cape, and
a fortnight later the whole party were embarked on a ship that
had been taken up there by the agents of the Dorchester, and
arrived at Otago without further adventure. Mr. Lantrey had,
by the time that the voyage was over, completely recovered
from his injury. He was one of the largest land-owners in
the province, and had offered at once to provide for Bob.
The latter, however, while thanking him warmly for the offer,
said that his uncle had sent for him to join him, and it would


be very ungrateful of him to accept any other employment.
Mr. Lantrey, however, learned from him his whole history.
The Otago papers gave a full account of the burning of the
Dorchester, with details of the rescue of Mr. Lantrey by the
gallantry of a lad named Robert Hilton; and Bob's uncle,
who read the account before the lad joined him on the farm,
was much gratified at the credit his young relative had gained.
Four months later Mr. Lantrey arrived on the farm, much to
Bob's surprise, and had a long talk with John Hilton. He
slept there that night, and in the morning John Hilton said
to Bob: Mr. Lantrey is going to take you over this mor-
ning to a farm of his twelve miles away. I have told him that
you are a pretty good judge of cattle, and sheep, and horses,
and he wants your opinion."
It was a pleasant drive, for the colonist drove first-rate
horses, and in an hour they approached the farmhouse, which
was a somewhat large one, having been evidently added to
lately. Mr. Lantrey stopped a few yards from the door.
"You go in, Bob; I will join you in a few minutes; I have
something to do."
Bob got down, lifted the latch, and entered, and there stood
stupefied, for with a cry of joy his mother and the three girls
rushed upon him and threw their arms round him. It was
some time before he could quite understand the situation.
They had received a letter from London saying that they
were at once to proceed to New Zealand, and that passages
had already been taken for them in a P. and 0. steamer which
would sail that day week, and that a home was ready for them
when they arrived in New Zealand. Bewildered by the
suddenness of the summons, Mrs. Hilton had obeyed with-
out hesitation, supposing that John must have heard of some
occupation suitable for her and Jenny. On the arrival of
the steamer at Melbourne they were met by a gentleman who
said that he was instructed by Mr. Lantrey to look after
them, and put them on board the next steamer for Otago.
Further than that he could give them no information, and
upon their arrival at Otago they had been met by Mr.
Lantrey, who had told them all the incidents of the voyage,


how much he had been attracted by Bob's kindness to the
children, and how he had saved his life at the risk of his
One of my farms lies about twelve miles from that of Mr.
Hilton," he said; "here are the deeds, which you can hand
to Bob when you see him; the farm is well stocked in
every way, and I have appointed one of my best foremen
to look after it until your son is quite ready to take the reins
of management into his own hands. I will take you out there
and establish you, and bring Bob over on the following
morning. There are no thanks due, my dear madam; I
value my life more than fifty farms, and if it had not been
for Bob I should have lost it. The young fellow deserves
his reward richly. I was so struck with his behaviour on
board the ship that I quite made up my mind to keep my
eye upon him when he came out here. A young fellow who
thinks more of others than of himself, who puts Duty first,
and is ready to devote himself to helping women and making
children happy, deserves to get on in the world. He has
earned God's blessing, and even should that blessing not
take the shape of worldly goods, it is sure to bear its fruit
in other ways, and not least in the love of those who come
in contact with him, and in the happiness that kindness to
others always brings with it."


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"'I do not sympathize with the
batsman who plays only to keep up
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"MAN IN!" cried the umpire, and the fielders fell into
their places. The Bowler stepped back a pace and
poised the ball in his fingers. You never saw Power
more clearly written on any face-it was almost weird;
and his arm worked like a steel spring. The new
Batsman, on the other hand, was only a boy. His
cricket jacket was painfully new, and so were his cap
and his wondrously varnished bat. And the expression
on the great Bowler's face when the man in" walked
to his wicket was strange to see.
This was Baxter's first great match. I suppose this
accounts for it that he did not recognize the'Bowler;
but to those of the spectators who did, the casual way
in which he handled his bat was really ominous. Does
that greenhorn know he's playing a match/?" growled
one of them. If he doesn't wake up I'll back the
first straight ball to finish him. The ass hasn't even
his pads on."
At that moment the first ball whizzed down the
pitch, and if it had been a hair's-breadth more to the
right it would have been all over with the new Batsman.
The second ball seemed to the spectators a hundred
times swifter than the first, but what exactly happened


no one ever quite understood. Whether the ball rose
on an inequality of the ground, or glanced off the top
of the bat, is not certain, but in any case the boy
missed when he struck at it, and it caught him side-
ways on the head. The next moment he lay motionless
across the pitch.
When he became conscious he found himself lying
in the pavilion on a pile of coats. "It was a narrow
shave," he heard the doctor say. "Whatever made the
young idiot run into a ball like that?"
He did not know the bowling, doctor," said the
Captain, who was holding up his head; "it's his first
match. I hope the wound's not serious?"
"Just missed the temple," replied the doctor. "If
it had struck there he was a dead man--sure. As it
is, it may smart a bit, but that may be all."
"Doctor," whispered the patient, suddenly opening his
eyes, "shall I be better next Saturday?"
"Why? you young imbecile !"
"Because I would like a second innings."
"Innings!" exclaimed the doctor, who pretended to
be a little gruff sometimes. "You may get a ball--
perhaps two; I should not call that an innings."
It's about all I deserve," said the victim, drearily.
"We'll see," whispered the Captain. "Perhaps- "
But here the carriage came to carry the disabled
cricketer home.

Some think Baxter dreamed what is now to be told,
for the Sunday which followed that Saturday afternoon
was very hot, and the boy lay in a dozy sort of state
in the south bedroom. But some think the Captain,
who came in to be with him while the others were at
church, had something to do with it. The Captain


was not only the most brilliant cricketer in the county,
but the best man in it, and though he was seldom
known to talk like this, Baxter always quoted the
Captain as if the interview which follows was a real
report of what he said.

QLhapter 1E.
"YEs, my boy," began the Captain, sitting down beside
his sofa, "you made a fool of yourself; but you did
not know. Some one should have put you up to it.
If you will not think me bumptious, I will tell you
something about that fellow's bowling."
"Thank you," said the boy, "I believe I could do
better if I only knew his form. He's a regular demon."
"I shall begin by telling you his name," said the
Captain. "It is Temptation."
"Tim who?" said the boy.
"Temptation," repeated the Captain.
"Oh !" said the boy, "I hope you're not going to be
religious. I thought we were talking about games."
"So we are," replied the Captain, cheerily. "We
are talking of the game of Life. You know you asked
me last night if you were going to live. If you are to
live I had better tell you something about the game.
Life is simply a cricket match-with Temptation as
Bowler. He's the fellow who takes nearly every boy's
wicket some time or other. But perhaps you can't stand
this, Baxter. I'll stop it."
"`No," said Baxter, I'm as right as a trivet. Please
go on. I know you won't preach."
Well," continued the Captain, "stop me if I bore you.
You see every boy has three wickets to defend. The first
is Truth, the second Honour, the third Purity. I --"


"That looks mightily like preaching," interrupted
Baxter. Sermon with three heads : First, Truth;
Second, --"
No, my boy, I'm not in that line-I am going to tell you
about the bowling. I have three heads, but not these."
"What are they?"
Swifts, Slows, and Screws."
"That's better. Excuse me," apologised the boy.
"Now here is what I call a swift. Last winter I
was ordering some lemons for a football match, at S--
the grocer's. By mistake I dropped some loose silver
on the floor, and the pieces went scurrying all over the
place. One piece-a shilling--rolled over to where the
message-boy was filling a basket, and quick as lightning
he covered it with his foot and began to back against
the sugar-barrels till he had it safely stowed away.
Presently, after I had gathered up the seven or eight
other pieces and was completing my purchase, he
stooped down and pretended to tie his shoe. Then
he whisked the coin into his pocket, whistled 'Rule
Britannia,' and went on with his work.
"I said nothing, though I saw the whole game. There
stood the culprit with his middle-stump-Honour-as
clean bowled as I ever saw it done. It was a downright
ugly theft, and but for one thing I should have exposed
him there and then. That one thing was that the ball
which took him was a swift. The best of boys are
sometimes taken with swifts. It was a swift that bowled
out Peter when the girl sprang that question on him the
night the cock crowed. As a matter of fact I found out
that this boy was a fairly decent fellow, and a Sunday-
school scholar. I waited two days to let the thing right
itself-for that often happens with 'swift' catastrophes.
Then I waylaid the boy where I could talk to him

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without being seen. It was as I expected. The poor
soul had spent the two most miserable days of his life.
If he had had ten seconds to think what he was doing,
instead of the tenth of a second, he would never have
done it. As for the shilling, this penitent thief had
bought twelve stamps with it, and was watching his
chance to post them to my house.
"How to play swifts?" the Captain went on, "that's
not so easily said. You see the situation is something
like this: A boy will tell a sudden lie where he would
have spoken the truth if he had had a minute to con-
sider. Well, this means that he is really two boys, a
good boy and a bad boy. Now, the bad boy is usually
on the spot first. It takes a few seconds for the other,
as it were, to come up; and before he arrives the
mischief is done. The thing to do, therefore, is to
hurry up the good boy."
"But why should the bad boy turn up first?"
"You will understand it if we call them the new boy
and the old boy. I suspect the bad boy has the start
at birth. The new boy is born later. The thing is to
grow the new boy and starve the old one till he is
too thin and broken down to do much harm. We all
know boys who could not do a mean thing. It is no
effort to them not to do it; they have so nourished the
better nature that it would be impossible to do it. What
helps a cricketer in playing swifts is largely the sort of
physical man he is. All his muscles are so up to the
mark, and his faculties so alive and braced, that he can
rise to anything at a moment's notice. He plays a ball
by instinct rather than by premeditation."
"You mean that swifts must be prepared for before-
hand rather than when they come."
"Pretty much. The time to get ready a ship for the


storm is not when the hurricane is on, but when the
planks are being picked, and the bolts driven home in
the dockyard. Build a boy of sound timber and he'll
weather most things."
"But what if the swifts come straight at your head,
like that one yesterday," suggested Baxter.
"Ah," said the Captain, "it's almost too ignominious
to say it, but when that happens you had better get out
of the way. It may look cowardly, but it is not really.
There are temptations so awful that the strong thing to
do is simply to step aside and let them pass. A lion
won't face a blaze, though any ignorant baby will. No,
Baxter; some balls you can score off, and some you can
only stand still and block; some you can slip for two, and
some you can drive over the ropes for four. But some-
well, the best thing you can do is simply to duck your head."
"Pity we couldn't be all over pads," laughed Baxter.
"Head pads wouldn't be bad."
"And forget to put them on," smiled the Captain.
"Yes, there are lots of safeguards, and we cannot put
on too many, but unfortunately they don't cover every-
thing. I like pads because they have a sort of defensive
feel. You seem rather to look down on them, Baxter."
"Yes," said Baxter, ruefully, "because I'm an ass."

Whavrte 113E.
HERE Baxter's beef-tea came in. This was the old
cook's institution-everybody who stayed at home from
church had always to take beef-tea. While he was
sipping it the monologue went on.
"When the Bowler sees you are up to swifts," resumed


the Captain, "he turns on slows. What makes them
deadly is that they look so insufferably stupid. They
come dribbling along the pitch, and you slog at them
gaily-with the probable alternative of being 'caught' if
you hit, or 'bowled' if you miss. Good slows are about
as diabolical as anything in that region can be-and
that's saying a good deal. The average boy is fairly
proof against a very big temptation; it is the little ones that
play the mischief."
"How's that?" asked Baxter, laying down his cup.
"We are mostly too proud to go wrong in a big way.
Notorious sins are bad form; but when quiet temptations
come which no one knows about, even the strongest may
break down. Then, of course, there's the other side.
One thing that keeps us up in great matches is the
applause of the spectators. But on the week-days, when
we are practising alone against the slow monotony of a
private sin, there is no crowd to cheer us when we win
or hiss at us when we lose. These are really the great
days, Baxter. They are the decisive battles of a boy's life."
"But must a fellow meet every ball," said Baxter,
"every miserable little slow? If he is a good all-round
man, is that not enough? "
"What do you mean?" said the Captain. "Do you
mean that if we are ninety-nine parts good it does not
matter if the hundredth part is a little shady?"
"I know I'm wrong," said Baxter, "but surely we are
not meant to be all saint? Take your three wickets for
instance. I'm quite aware that if one is down the rest are
down ; but suppose a fellow keeps all these fairly standing
-Truth, Honour, Purity-what more need he care for? "
"Baxter, you have forgotten something. There are
more than wickets."
What ?"


"Bails," said the Captain.
Baxter was silent.
"I've lost several matches that way, Baxter. Stumps
all standing; only one miserable inch of a bail off. No,
we must play a whole game-no sneaking.
But I'll tell you something more. I believe Temp-
tation sometimes does nothing but bowl at the bails.
Some players are so much on their guard that it would
be useless trying anything else. I suppose you know
that every boy has some one weak point to which nearly
all the bowling is directed."
"How do you mean?"
"Well, each boy has his own Temptation-different
in different cases, but always some one thing which
keeps coming back and back-back and back day after
day till he is tired and sick. What though he score off
all the other balls if this one takes him? It's not new
sins that destroy a man; it's the drip, drip, drip of an
old one.
"Have you ever heard of the Castle that was taken
with a single gun? It stood on the Rhine, and its walls
were yards thick, and the old knight who lived in it
laughed when he saw the enemy come with only a
single cannon. But they planted the cannon on a little
hill, and all day long they loaded and fired, and loaded
and fired, without ever moving the muzzle an inch.
Every shot struck exactly the same spot on the wall,
but the first day passed and they had scarcely scratched
the stone. So the old knight drank up his wine cup,
and went to his bed in peace. Day after day the
cannonade went on, and the more they fired the louder
the knight laughed, and the more wine he drank, and
the sounder he slept. At the end of a week one stone
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battered to powder; in ten months a breach was made
wide enough for the enemy to enter and capture the
Castle. That is how a boy's heart is most often taken.
If I had any advice to offer anybody I should say,
Beware of the slow sins-the old recurring Temptation
which is powerful not so much in what it is or in what
it does once, but in the awful patience of its continuance.
It is by the ceaseless battery of a commonplace Temptation
that the moral nature is undermined and the citadel of
great souls won."
Here the Captain paused. Baxter lay very still, as
if he had fallen asleep. His visitor rose gently and
made on tiptoe for the door. He was opening it when
the boy exclaimed:
"And what about the screws ?"
"I thought you were asleep," said the Captain. "I was
afraid I bored you."
I was never more awake in my life," said the boy.
"I was thinking. All that's new to me. If you don't
mind I should like to hear the rest."
"I protest," urged the Captain; "- but I will at
least tell you a story."

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WHEN I was a youngster there was a sort of Prize
Boy in our village called Bob Fotheringham. He came
to my mother's Sunday Class, and was the best boy in
it. Everyone liked Bob; he was good at everything,
and especially clever with his fingers, and his father
wanted him to follow his own business of carpenter.
But Bob had a rich uncle who kept a public-house. On


busy Saturdays the boy used to go there and bear a
hand in an amateur sort of way. Sometimes a drunk
man would take a fancy to him and give him money,
so that Bob learned to get money easily and became
rather fond of it. Just as he finished school his uncle
offered to make a publican of him. He had no sons of
his own, and he half promised Bob that one day the
business would be his.
"Now Bob did not like the public-house. But how
could he lose such a chance? He need not touch drink
himself, he argued; and if he did not sell it someone
else would. So he decided. His parents solemnly
warned him to let it alone; but Bob urged that it would
only be for a few years, and then he would set up in
some other business and do good with the fortune he
would make. Bob's heart was full of good, and I verily
believe he meant to end his days by becoming a great
"But there was a screw on that ball. A screw goes
wide at first, and then suddenly rounds upon you and
twists in among your wickets before you know where
you are. For three or four years Bob lived as straight
as a parson. When his uncle died he found he had to
sample what he bought. What harm? Better to sell
good stuff than bad. The business went swimmingly,
and Bob had to sample a good deal oftener than he
liked. Finally, he 'liked' a good deal oftener than he
had to sample. After that he was always 'sampling.'
You know the rest. One day a bail fell off. Bob
thought no one noticed it and went on with the game
for a year or two. Then a wicket fell-Truth; then
Honour. Do you remember that blackguard who used
to sell Cards at the Sports? That was Bob."
There's something all wrong there," cried Baxter, almost


fiercely. I don't blame Bob. How was he to know that
was a screw?"
"My boy," said the Captain, "I'm glad to see you
"Frightened! Why, this might happen to any of us.
How is a fellow to know he is not being taken in all
the time?"
"You mean if you were Bob you would just have
done the same?"
Certainly; I would do it to-morrow."
"No you would not, Baxter."
"Why? "
Because you are frightened. Bob was not frightened.
A man who underrates the strength of an enemy is pretty
sure of a licking. When you are constantly on the watch
for screws the game is half won."
But I don't see how he could have escaped this trap.
It looked all right."
"Screws always do," replied the Captain. "That's
where they differ from swifts. But where Bob went off
the rails is plain. First, he disobeyed his parents;
second, he wanted to make money regardless of con-
sequences either to himself or others; third, he trifled
with one of the biggest temptations in the world."
"I hope that's all," said Baxter.
No, there is one thing more. I won't mention it
unless you wish, Baxter."
"What was it?"
"Well, he did not-he did not pray."
"'Perhaps he thought that was only for women."
"The people who need it most are boys," said the
Captain, seriously. If Bob had done that he would
not have 'entered' Temptation. Bob saw the gate
open and walked straight in."



"IT'S a good deal blacker than I thought," said Baxter.
"That Bowler knows his business. But I should like
to ask a question-if you're finished."
"I'm only .beginning," said the Captain, "but I think
it's your turn. That bowling would take another month
to tell about. I've only mentioned three kinds, and there's
heaps more-sneaks, for instance, and mixtures --"
Mixtures ? "
Yes. When the Bowler alternates. He'll send in
one ball slow, the next swift, and the third perhaps a
wide, to throw you off your guard-dodgy, Baxter,
isn't it?"
"It's downright low," cried Baxter. "That's just what
my question was about. You won't be angry?"
"No," said the Captain, "go ahead."
"Well," said Baxter, Why do they let him play ?"
"They let him play," replied the Captain, "to make a
good game. Every boy who is worth his salt likes to
play in a great match, and there cannot be a great match
without him."
"I thought it a disgrace to have anything to do with
"No. It is an honour."
"An honour?"
"Yes, the greatest honour of a boy's life. You have
heard of the wise man who 'counted it joy.'"
"Joy! I count it uncommon hard lines. It's bad
enough to call it an honour, but to call it joy-I find it
most disgustingly miserable."


"Stop," said the Captain, "we are at cross purposes.
You are talking about Sin. I was not."
"About what then ? "
About Temptation."
But they're the same thing."
"They're as different as night and day! Temptation
is no sin."
"I don't see how that can be," said Baxter. "I never
dreamt it was anything else. Are you quite sure?"
Positive. You can see for yourself. Did Christ ever
sin ?"
"Was He ever tempted?"
Well, sometimes."
"No, not sometimes, always. A boy can be tempted
every hour of the day, yet he need not sin. Keep that
distinction in mind, Baxter; it will save you a lot of
trouble. Don't think it's all up because you are tempted.
Temptation is only an invitation; it does not become
sin till you accept it. The hang-dog sense of being a
hopelessly bad lot, the idea that it's no use trying to be
any better because we are so often tempted, is a mistake.
That's what often turns the finest fellows into sneaks-
fellows who, if they only knew that Temptation was no
sin, would hold up .their heads and play the man. The
guilt of doing wrong, when one does do it, is quite
enough to stagger under without feeling that the Tempta-
tion is criminal."
"Even then," said Baxter, "I don't see where the
honour comes in."
When I was at school," replied the Captain, "I was
Secretary of the Cricket Club. You may guess my
astonishment when one morning the post brought a
challenge from the All England Eleven! That was about


the biggest day of my life. I suppose, though we did
not know it then, they challenged every club in the
Kingdom; and though we modestly declined it, there
was not a boy in the Eleven who did not feel an inch
taller for the rest of the season. This challenge, Baxter,
is considerably more honourable. Temptation is the
greatest Bowler in the world."
"All the same, I wish I had not to play him," said
"Then you would never come to anything. You
would be a poor weak noodle to the end of the chapter.
A boy's only chance of coming to anything is when he
is tempted. That's what makes a boy play up. How
could you score if there were no bowling?"
This was certainly a conundrum, and the boy thought
hard for a minute.
"You write shorthand, Baxter?" resumed the Captain.
"I heard you got the prize there?"
"Yes," said Baxter. "But I don't think I need take
down what you've said. Anything that is dead straight
like that goes into a fellow."
"That's not what I meant," laughed the Captain.
"But how did you win that prize?"
"Practice," said Baxter. "There's nothing in it. It's
all practice."
And what made you such a good oar?"
"Who told you I pulled?"
"The mantel-piece," said the Captain, smiling. Do
you think I don't know the Junior Cup when I see it?"
"Well," blushed Baxter, I suppose it's the same
thing-Practice. Everything seems practice."
I agree," said the Captain, everything-down to
tying your necktie. But did you ever think what makes
a good man? No? Well, it's the same thing that makes


a boy a good oar, or a good shot, or a good anything;
it's practice. A boy who never goes to the gymnasium
or uses the dumb-bells gets no muscle in his arm. A
boy who never pushes against Temptation gets no muscle
in his character. Temptation is simply dumb-bells. It
is really a splendid thing. The more practice a fellow
gets the stronger he can become. Every ball the Bowler
sends in is a chance to score."
"I shouldn't care about scoring," said the boy, "if I
could only keep up my wicket."
"Baxter," said the Captain, "that's not Cricket. I see
you have never read Grace's book. When you get hold
of it, turn up page 222 or somewhere thereabouts-I was
reading it last night."
"What does he say?" asked the boy.
"He says, The duty of a batsman is to make runs.'"
"I wish I could," said Baxter. "That's just what I
can't do. I'm bowled every time."
"Oh, no, Baxter!"
"It's true," replied Baxter, "I'm not going to be a
humbug to you. I'm a bigger fool than Bob. That
castle that was taken with the single gun-that's me.
Every day almost I'm bowled out. Nobody knows it.
I'm the worst fellow ever breathed." And he turned
away his head. I suppose he expected sympathy, but
for some minutes the Captain made no reply. Then he
looked at the boy almost sternly.
"Baxter, this will be found out."
"What I've done?" cried the boy.
"Possibly, very likely; but if you go on being bowled
out it will certainly be known."
How ?"
"There are reporters at every match."
"No, no! Not in this case. It's a private pitch."


"But I tell you it's all written down-all."
Where? "
On the scoring-sheet."
"What scoring-sheet ?"
Your scoring-sheet. Your character."
Oh !" groaned Baxter.
"Yes," continued the Captain, almost mercilessly. It's
all there, every innings you play, and every run you
make, and every ball you miss. There's not a mistake
on that sheet, nor an omission. Character cannot lie.
Character cannot be taken in. Character hides nothing.
It forgets nothing.
"Centuries ago a soldier scribbled a bad word on the
barrack-wall of a Roman city. A mile or two off slumbered
a burning mountain. One day the mountain awoke, and
the lava poured from its crater, and ashes rained upon
the city and covered it up, and it was hidden and
forgotten for seventeen hundred years. Then a peasant,
digging a well in his garden, struck his shaft into the
amphitheatre; the ashes were dug away, and Pompeii
was restored. As you walk through the silent streets
to-day, the guide takes you to that barrack and lets you
see the writing on the wall. And as you read, you
think of the long dead soldier's living sin. And you
shudder as you remember that no sin can ever die, that
what one is is the record of what one has been."
"Oh said the boy, huskily, "this game is terrible,
terrible. I-I don't see how I can risk it."
"Risk what?"
"Another innings. I can't face that bowling. And
the past ?-it's a frightful handicap."
"The past can be forgiven, Baxter," said the Captain,
"Can it?" said the boy. "Thank you for saying that


much." Then he broke out again. "But is there the
ghost of a chance? Could I ever win? I might block
for a bit perhaps, but I could never score."
"Baxter," said the Captain, "I think you will win."
"You do?" replied the boy. "Why?"
"First, because you are frightened; second, because
you are in earnest; third, because your Captain never
lost a match."
"But I can't always have you," sighed Baxter.
"My boy, I'm not your Captain," answered his friend,
taking him by the hand. "I could not help you much
if I would. But you need a Captain, Baxter. You must
have one. Do you understand?"
It was nearly ten minutes before Baxter spoke. Then
he uncovered his face and pressed his visitor's hand.
"Yes," he whispered, I know. I was almost funking it.
But I think I'll go in."

Extract from the Athletic Column -- Weekly
But the feature of the match was the
play of young Baxter, who made such an unfortunate
spill last Saturday. It was clear that he meant to retrieve
himself in the Second Innings, for he was in such form-
at least after the first over-that the Bowler could make
nothing of him. He began by blocking every ball in a
dogged sort of way, but soon started scoring, running up
threes and fours in rapid succession. After an unusually


brilliant drive for six, he seemed to become over-
confident, and made a narrow escape by cutting a ball
he ought to have blocked, but with this exception he did
not offer a chance, and was well up the score-list before
time was called for lunch.
"After luncheon the Bowler changed to slows, and
the batsman, who showed weakness here, had certainly
a hard time to keep his wicket. But eventually he
mastered the situation, and from playing a merely defen-
sive game, began to knock the ball about right and left,
and was into three figures almost immediately. Baxter
kept up this form to the close, and after one of the
most careful and brilliant innings we have seen, carried
his bat for the top score of the season. Our reporter,
unfortunately, was not present afterwards in the Pavilion,
but we understand the usual ceremony was duly per-
formed, and the Captain, in a congratulatory speech,
presented the lion of the hour with the traditional

This Edition of "Baxter's Second Innings is published by the Executive
Committee of The Boys' Brigade, and can only be purchased by enrolled Companies
of The Boys' Brigade through the Head-quarters' Office.
Two Editions de Luxe, in unique Cricket Bindings, at is. 6d. and 2s. 6d.
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PROFESSOR DRUMiIOND has very kindly offered, for
Competition among the Boys of the Brigade, a series of


All Boys of The Boys' Brigade IN ANY PART OF THE WORLD
are invited to write a LETTER TO BAXTER, answering the question,


The PRIZES will be given for the FIFTY-THREE BEST LETTERS.
Professor DRUMMOND will be the Judge.

All Competitors must comply with the following
Begin the Letter "Dear Baxter," and write just as one boy would
write to another.
Be as long as you like, or as short, only be real.
Never mind books: write out of the Book of your own life and your
own experience.
Say exactly what you know and think, and do not be afraid to
say anything.
Do not let anyone help you.
State your Full Name, Postal Address, Age, Rank, and Company,
(Age must be over Is at date of writing, and not over 17 at 1st June, 1891).
Post the Letter, not later than Ist February, 1892, to
Boys' Brigade Head-Quarters,
To give an equal chance to the Boys of the AMERICAN and
to the United Kingdom, the United States, and Canada.

The LETTERS will be kept PRIVATE.
The NAMES, RANK, and COMPANY of the PRIZE-WINNERS will be announced in a
Special Boys' Edition of The Boys' Brigade Gazette, which will be issued in
March or April, 1892.
A Copy will be sent direct to all Competitors who enclose Two Penny Stamps for
that purpose in their Letters.
The Book Prizes will be sent direct to the Winners.
The Money Prizes will be paid through Captains of Companies.


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Ring out the false, ring in the true.

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And ancient forms of party strife;
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Boys of the Brigade! I wish to speak to you of a noble
old Flag, and to find for your guidance in life some useful
lessons amid its folds.
You all know what the Union Jack is. It is the Flag of
our country. It means that what is under it is under the
protection of Britain. In war, if the enemy were to take
one of our ships, he would at once haul down our Flag and
hoist his own.
In old days, sometimes very little served for a Flag. One
of the greatest armies had just a bunch of hay on the top of
a pole. Another had nothing but a blacksmith's apron;
because it was a blacksmith who stirred the people to rise in
revolt, and he had nothing but his apron for a standard, and
they kept it for many years.
You have heard of a Pasha of two tails." What kind of
creature is he? There were great cavalry-armies in the
centre of Asia. Every man was a splendid horseman and a


splendid soldier; and each regiment had a single horse's
tail for a standard. But if a man became commander of
more than one regiment, he had two tails for his flag, to show
that he had two regiments to command, and was called a
" Pasha of two tails."
Well, this Union Jack is our Flag. It was not made
by a little knot of men gathered together for the purpose.
It was not made at all; it grew, slowly and naturally,
as all the best things in the world do.
Our Flag is a cross, and a cross, and a cross,-three times
over. First of all, there was a cross on it in the I3th century,
called the cross of St. George, and that was introduced by a
king you have all read about, Richard of the Lion Heart.
While on his way to fight in Palestine, he came to know
something about St. George and took him for his Patron
Saint, and when he came home he introduced this Flag for
England's Battle -: and the English war-cry at that time
was St. George for England "
But in course of time Scotland joined England. The
Scottish king became James I. of England, and when he
went south he was not contented with the Flag, and he took
the Scottish cross, a thing like an X, and he placed that on
the top of the English cross, and called it the Union Jack.
The king usually signed his name in the French way,
"Jacques," and some think this is the origin of the term
" Jack." But others say it is from the Spanish word, Jaco,"
meaning a coat. Many of you boys wear a jacket, which
just means a little coat; and the knights long ago had this
kind of coat over their armour, and on it were pictures


and marks to distinguish them from each other. This Flag,
in the same way, had the distinguishing marks of the two
countries,-it was the coat of arms.
A long time passed, and after two centuries the Irish
cross was placed on the top of the other two. Our Flag,
then, you understand, is made up of three crosses laid one
on top of another. So you need never look at it again
without knowing that it is made up of the crosses of
St. George, St. Andrew, and St. Patrick, the three Patron
Saints of the country.
But what is a Patron Saint? Men were very fond of
having a Patron Saint long ago. They lived in far more
risky times than ours, and they felt they wanted to be under
the guardianship of some saint, just as David said "God is
my Shield," and you know David was fighting sometimes
every month of his life. We have a notion now that we do
not require Patron Saints, partly because we do not think
we need them much, though we do; and partly, I hope,
because we believe Jesus Christ is our Patron Saint. We
think that no one is so good, and that no one knows our
wants so well as Jesus Christ. We do not pray to St.
Andrew, St. George, or St. Patrick; we pray to Christ to
help us in times of danger, and we go to Him direct.
I must tell you a little about these three Saints. First,
St. George. What is the meaning of George? It means a tilled
piece of ground, a tilled field; and when parents in the old
times called their child George, they prayed that God would
make of their boy a garden of the Lord. There is nothing
any of us can desire better than this. You know that every


day something is sown in you for good or evil. I could tell
you of good and evil seed that was sown in me long ago, and
I can remember these things now so well. Why? Because
that seed is springing up now. Whether we will or not, we
are gardens; something is sown in us day by day. God is
willing to sow good seed in you. Every good thought is
good seed; do not root it up. There is nothing so pleasant
as a beautiful garden; there is nothing so hideous as one
that is ill-cared-for. It is sad to think that any of you
should grow up to be an ill-cared-for garden, full of weeds,
that nobody can make any use of. When George grew up
to be a man, he became a soldier of the Emperor of Rome;
though not a Roman born. Then he got to be one of the
Emperor's right-hand men; but this Emperor hated the
Christians, and George was a Christian. So one day this
brave soldier, taking his life in his hand, went in to face the
Emperor, a thing very few dared to do, and said to him, "I
am a Christian, and if you continue to slay Christians, there
is my sword." He thereupon laid down his sword, so
resigning his post in the army. Then the Emperor ordered
him to be seized and tortured till he should take back his
words; but he would not, though they tried all the most
horrible tortures they knew, and he died a Christian, and
was ever after known as Saint George. A short time
afterwards a great many stories were told about him, and
you can see one of them illustrated on our gold coins. On
the back of a sovereign you can see George sitting on a
bare-backed horse. The horse is rearing a little, while its
rider is slaying a dragon. The story goes that a fierce dragon

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used to come out of the marshes and carry off boys and
girls, and it is this dragon that St. George slew. Whether this
is true or not, nobody knows ; but it is certain that he slew
many dragons of a different kind throughout his life. Now
we have no dragons, or lions, or tigers on our streets to kill;
but we have wild beasts within us that are perhaps fiercer.
Ask anyone and he will tell you that there are in this
country dragons of falsehood, of impurity, and of drunkenness,
and I daresay people who have tried to slay these wild
beasts in their own hearts would far rather meet a tiger on the
street. Perhaps the dragons you have as yet met are small,
and perhaps you think it does not matter much how you deal
with them, but you must kill them at once, or they will kill
you. Ask men of my age, who have been in India and have
shot tigers, and they will tell you it is far more difficult to
subdue themselves. Do you mean to do it? Do you mean
to learn to lead yourself about like a tame animal ? Some
boys and some men, many boys and many men, cannot do
that. They are led about by their own desires instead.
Their appetites and passions command them:-" You shall
go to this place or to that"; "You shall do as we bid you,
not as conscience bids."
Now let us think for a little about St. Andrew. St. Andrew
was one of the Apostles. There was never a live Apostle in
Scotland; but after he was dead somebody thought his
bones would do us good in this heathen country, as it was
then. So a good man called Regulus or Rule brought them
from the far East. However, the ship he came in was wrecked
in St. Andrew's Bay, but it did not at once go to pieces, for the


crew had time to get ashore with the Saint's bones. There
was built the town called St. Andrews, and possibly the
beginning of the tower of St. Regulus dates from that time.
This town was the greatest in Scotland long ago, and all the
great meetings were held there. The name Andrew means
manly; and I see in your orders that the object of The Boys'
Brigade is to promote true manliness. Why true manliness ?
Is there anything that might be called false manliness? I
am sure that every one of you despises the boys that try to
be men before their time. You know there are a great many
such. One way by which you can tell them is this: when
you see a boy smoking, you may be sure he does it because
he thinks it makes him more of a man. I will tell you what
people think as they pass such a boy. Poor little sinner,"
they say to themselves, he is ruining his stomach and
eyesight, and thinking he is a man before his time." And
what comes of it all? What comes of plucking fruit before
it is ripe ? You will never get the ripe fruit. So a boy that
tries to be a man before the time will never be a true man
at all. This is a law; and you cannot change it. The ape
is a creature that does everything he sees a man do. If he
saw a man shaving, he would shave too, and very likely cut
his throat. But the ape is always an ape, and cannot change
himself into a man any more than those wretched boys who
wish to be men while still boys. There are many men who
wish they could be boys again; and they wonder that boys
should not be only too glad to be boys. It is one. of the
best times of your life. Why should you spoil it by
copying the worst things in a man ? Despise this sham
manliness and stick to the true. Manliness is the power of
obedience. You have an Officer within you who commands
you not to do wrong. If you want to be manly, obey
that Officer.
Now St. Patrick remains for us to talk about. Well, I


will not say much of him, because very little is known of
him. First of all, he was not an Irishman, but a Scotchman,
born on the Clyde, at a place since called Kilpatrick.
When he was a little boy, there suddenly appeared a ship
in the Clyde, full of Irish people, and they disembarked and
seized the little Patrick, and carried him back to Ireland
to be a slave. There he was treated as slaves very often
are-was poorly clothed and fed, and had to toil hard for
his masters; but when he was seventeen or twenty years of
age he got his liberty. Now what do you think he did?
How did he revenge himself for the injuries he had received ?
When he got home he began to do what not more than
three or four other men in Scotland were doing at that time
-he began to learn to read and write. That he might
become the King's right-hand man? That he might make
a great deal of money? Oh, no After he had learned,
away he went, back to the country in which he had passed
his youth, because he knew that the men who had kept
him a slave were far more to be pitied than he himself had
been, and he wanted to teach them better things. Now
this is a difficult lesson for us to learn, a lesson it were well
for us to remember. Would that every Irishman who keeps
St. Patrick's Day would revenge himself in like manner!
The best way to revenge an injury is to make the person
such that he would never injure us again. Those who treat
us ill are themselves more to be pitied than we are.
Each of us, each nation, English, Scotch, and Irish, may
well be proud of these three Patrons. For what does this
Flag teach ? What does it say to us? Well, first of all, I
think it says, Be united. It is the Union Jack, and you
know it has been the strength of the British army that English,
Scotch, and Irish have fought side by side and helped one
another. England was not so strong until Scotland joined
it; and England and Scotland were not so strong until


Ireland joined them, and now the three countries together
can hold their own against the world. In one campaign a
cavalry regiment from each country-" The Royals," The
Scots Greys," and The Inniskillings "-formed the famous
"Union Brigade." They were brethren in arms. Some of
you have read about the war in the Crimea; and all of you
know about the charge of the Light Brigade-the "noble
Six Hundred." But there was a greater charge than that,
the charge of the Heavy Brigade-the charge of the Three
Hundred. It was composed of two regiments, or more
correctly, of parts of two regiments, the Scots Greys and the
Inniskilling Dragoons, staunch friends to one another. And
when they were called to charge more than ten times their
number of Russian cavalry, they put spurs to their horses
and galloped up the slope together, cheering one another
on. So the two divisions went side by side and cut their
way almost through the Russians, and so astonished and
bewildered them that the 3500 men turned and fled slowly;
slowly because the Russians are very slow to turn their
backs on any foe. Now, what all of us have to learn is the
strength of union. We men are lamentably slow in learning
it; some of us have grown old, and have not learned to love
our fellow-men as we ought. There is nothing I think of
more from day to day than just this need of loving our
fellow-men. We have to fight our way in the world, to cut,
and hew, and drive ; and we begin to think we have to look
out for ourselves, and let other people look out for themselves.
Boys, if you begin your lives on- this understanding, you will
leave it miserable men. Life is worth nothing unless you
try to see how much good you can do other people. Choose
such a trade, such a business or profession as may enable
you to do good in your place. And always try, day by day,
to do as much good as you can. You will find there is
much you can do.

7'lil UNJ1OYV 4CIc\.

Another thing this Flag teaches us is that there have
been and are such things as Saints in the world. We some-
times think a Saint is a man with a long face-a sour,
disagreeable person. These Saints were not of that build
at all. These men played their part well in the world, and
there are thousands and thousands like them. The biggest
book in Europe is the Lives of the Saints." It is not
finished, and never will be finished, for new lives are always
being added to it. These Saints' lives are kept fresh in our
memory. It always does us good to know the kind of
people there are in the world. Iet me tell you about two
boys whom I think worthy to be called Saints. You have
heard of the Battle of Tel-el-Kebir, which was fought not
so long ago. Some of your fathers may have been there.
Well, that battle was to be fought at early dawn. The
British thought they would take the works as soon as it was
light enough to do it. In order to reach the point of attack
at early morning, the troops had to march all through the
night. This march was through a pathless country, and it
required great skill and management to keep the divisions
together and to lead them straight. The duty of finding the
way and keeping the right direction was entrusted to a young
naval officer, who had not been many years out of school.
All the night long he went ahead on his camel, anxiously
observing the stars and looking at his compass, till just at
the first streak of dawn they heard the neighing of the
enemy's horses, and dimly saw the earthworks of Tel-el-
Kebir. But at the first volley the young officer was shot
through. They took him off the camel, and laid him down.
The whole battle was only an affair of twenty minutes, and
when it was over the Commander-in-Chief went to him and
bent over him, saying he hoped he would get better. His
answer was : I am dying but, General, didn't I lead them
straight ?"


There was another boy who led his fellows straight.
I will tell you one thing that was said about him. He had
been for three years at one of the greatest schools in
England, at Rugby, when Dr. Arnold was headmaster-Dr.
Arnold, the greatest teacher that ever lived and the truest
man. He wrote to the boy's parents when he went away:
"The good that your son has done to this school is
incalculable." How did he do it? By being a puny,
sanctimonious boy? No; by being first in the games-he
was cock of the school-by being thoroughly honourable
and thoroughly good. He said his prayers at night before
the rest of the boys, and stuck to the truth, and what his
conscience bade him do. And his influence told upon the
school for years.
One thing more I wish to say to you. This Flag teaches
us that the Cross is our guide. All these Flags are crosses,
and you know what the Cross means. It is the Flag of the
Church. The Cross became a sign for good in the world
when Jesus Christ died on the Cross. It is from His death
that the symbol of the Cross takes its meaning.
The Cross is a sign of two things-that Christ chose to
die rather than sin, and that He was willing to lay down
His life for our good, that we might be God's children.
Not long since, one of our most promising English
doctors had a little child to look after that had diphtheria.
He had to open the little child's throat, and then he began
to suck the poison out of it. But he took the disease, and
was cut down at once with it, while the child got better.
Now, when that little boy grows up, if he does not think
that he ought, as far as he can, to take the place of that
doctor, I am sure you would not call him an honourable
boy. This is what Christ has done. He has sucked the
poison out of this life of ours, and we must make the most
of the life He has gained for us. You can have no better


guide than the Cross of Christ. You remember General
Gordon ? When he was in China, he drilled a part of the
army so well that it was called the "Ever-Victorious Army."
Now, the army of Christ is the ever-victorious army. You
are apt to say--I remember thinking it myself-It is all
very well for grown-up people to fight for Christ, but we
must play. We have no opportunities of doing good. This
is nonsense. Wherever a boy has an opportunity to do
evil, he has an opportunity of doing good. Wherever a
boy can be self-indulgent, or foul, or ungodly, he has an
opportunity of being good and doing good. Life is just
like a game of cricket. The man who is in cannot make a
game at all unless there is a bowler. So it is in life. If no
temptations come to us, we would have no opportunity to
make our score.
Will you serve under our Flag ? The Flag of Christ can
never be beaten. You must be serving under one Flag or
another. And you know it is the basest thing a soldier can
do to desert his Flag and go and serve under another. Do
not try to serve both Christ and somebody else. What
would you do with a boy who played on both sides of a
game of football ? You would turn him off the field, would
you not ? Make up your mind, then, to serve under one
Flag all your days, and do nothing to dishonour it.

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Cbristmas (ift-booh Pri e Qompetition.

IN view of the great success of the "Baxter" Competition last year, the
EXECUTIVE COMMITTEE Of TilH BOYS' BRIGADE have decided to offer a
series of
For the BEST ANSWERSi to the following Question:-
The Winners of the Ist, 2nd, and 3rd Prizes will also receive Books.
Winners will have a choice of any of the following volumes of the New
Half-crown Edition of BALLANTYNE'S BOOKS FOR BOYS (kindly presented
to the Executive Committee by the Publishers, les:;rs. T. Nelson & Sons,
London, Edinburgh, and New York), each stamped in gold with the Crest of
The Boys' Brigade : -
Tii CORAL ISLAND. A Tale of the Pacific.
TILE W'ORiLD) ICE. Adventures in the Polar Regions.
THE GORILLA HUNTERS. A Tale of the Wilds of Africa.
MARTIN R.\rTTi:R. A Boy's Adventures in the Forests of Brazil.
UNGAVA. A Tale of Esquimau Land.
TiiE YOUN; IFUR-ITRADERS; or, Snowflakes and Sunbeams from the
Far North.
TiriE DoG CRUSOE AND HIIs MASTER. A Story of Adventure on
the Western Prairies.

RAIsNK, and ConxiANv, and which of Ballantyne's Books you would prefer in the event of
your winning a Prize.
(Age anmst be o r i' azt diate of wr-iti)g, and not ove-r 7 at zst June, IS92).
ADDIRESS your paper to
Boys' iBigade IHad-Quartelr's office,
and Poor Ir in tine to reach Head-Quarters by ist February, i89-;. The Competition is
open to Brigade Boys in any part of the world.

The NAMlES, RANiK, and COMPANv of tile PRIZE-WINNERS will be announced in
The Bays' Brigsade lagazin, which will be published in Mlarch, 1893, a copy of which
will be sent to all Competitors who enclose One Penny Stamp for that purpose, along
with their papers.
The Prizes will be sent direct to the Winners after the publication of the list in the

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S"A very feast of good things."-Christian.
A perfect storehouse of amusement and instruction."-Saturday Review.
As for the tales, they tell of travel, sport, and adventure all over the
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our people, and for the
cities of our God."
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T year the question went out, like a bugle-call,
ji ( through the whole Boys' Brigade-"Who was
the bravest man in the Bible? State your
reasons for thinking so."
No fewer than sixteen hundred answers came back.
They came from all parts of the United Kingdom. They
came on all sizes of paper-from the back of a post-card
to ten folio pages. They were written in all kinds of
grammar and spelling-especially spelling. They gave all
sorts of reasons-bad and good-and they ranged over all
the men of the Bible, from Noah to Peter, from Joshua to
Stephen. Three heroes were most preferred-David,
Daniel, and Paul-the rest were nowhere. The best
papers were on Paul, chiefly because Paul's life enabled the
writers to draw the distinction between moral and physical
courage, a distinction which is very true when it is not
carried too far.
The first hundred and fifty-nine essays were sent me, to
select from them the best fifty-three for the prizes. I read
them with great interest, and they stirred in my heart,-as I
am sure the preparation of them had stirred in the writers'
hearts these questions,-What is bravery? What are the
secrets of courage? How is a brave man built? What
goes to the making of a hero ?
The two last forms in which I have stated the question
are the best. For if there is one thing more certain than


another, it is that men are not born brave. You know the
old saying: "The poet is born, not made." Well, the reverse
is true about the hero. The hero is made, not born.
The brave men of the Bible were all brave men in the
making. Out of weakness, says the Epistle to the Hebrews,
out of weakness were made strong. And all true heroes,
who, since Bible times, have told us their secret, have
confessed that they were not naturally brave. Any
courage they had, they have said, has come to them from
outside themselves,-from examples and ideals, from duty
laid upon them and sympathy given them, from love and
from religion,-and has come to them gradually, by practice
and discipline, by patience and experience. Every one of
them might take as his motto: Out of weakness I was
And, of course, that is why you and I are going now to
look into this matter of courage. For unless men could be
made strong; unless there were ways and means of changing
weakness into power, and fear into confidence, there
would be no practical use in our thinking about the
matter. We do not wish only to admire brave men
in themselves, we wish to learn of them for our own sake.
We want them to give us their secret, and they have a
secret. They can tell us how the poorest, puniest, most
timid and unready creature that ever lived, may be filled
with strength, steadfastness, and cheerful presence of mind.
In the making of a brave man, I believe there are five
chief forces at work :
I.-A Strong Body.
II.-A Clean Heart.
III.-Knowledge of the Enemy.
IV.-A Leader you believe in.
And-what binds them all together-
These are the five secrets of courage.


This is not the highest source of courage, nor is it
indispensable, but he is a fool who despises it. Some
of the essays sent in to me said that bodily strength had
nothing to do with bravery. This is certainly an ex-
aggeration. Bodily strength has a very great deal to do
with bravery.
It is quite true that a brave heart can live in a
weak body. Some of the bravest men the world has
ever known have been diseased or invalid; and there
have been both boys and girls, tender and unformed, who
have yet shown more courage than grown-up men. We
all remember the story-it is told in Bishop Hannington's
life-of the black boys in Uganda, whom the missionaries
had taught to give themselves to Christ. These boys
chose rather to be speared to death than obey the wicked
king when he ordered them to shut their Bibles and do
what was wrong. Many were under sixteen years of age.
Look at the scene in the picture. It happened long,
long ago, when there were still very few Christians in the
world, and everybody else persecuted them. Spies went
about all the great towns and hunted for those who were
followers of Christ. They dragged them before the Roman
Governor and a great assembly of the citizens, at the altar
of some god or goddess, and the choice was given to the
Christians of sacrificing to the idol or being put to torture
and some terrible form of death. In the picture you see a
young girl in this position. The place is the racecourse
at Ephesus, where the goddess Diana was worshipped.
Diana's altar stands in the middle. Behind the altar sits
the old priest of Diana, and beside him are some girls who
are carrying incense. To the left sits the Roman Governor,
and in the background there is a great concourse of
priestesses of Diana, soldiers, and citizens. The young
girl has been asked to offer incense to the goddess. On


her left a magistrate reads some form of words, and on the
other side her lover, a Roman officer, entreats her to yield.
She is one against a thousand-a frail girl against the city
-against the empire. Love is behind her, death is in
front. Yet she chooses death, as seeing Him who is
Through all the early Christian centuries this kind of
courage was shown by tens of thousands of boys and girls,
invalids, old folk, and men and women, whose bodies had
been crushed by torture. Out of weakness Christ made
them strong, and they were brave to confess Him.
Take an instance from quite another field. One of the
very bravest commanders who ever led the British Army
was King William III., William of Orange. He never
enjoyed a good day's health in his life; he was always
an invalid; he was never "fit," as we say. Yet in
times of war his nerve did not once give way, but he
was ever eager to be in the forefront of the battle,
leading his troops in person under fire; and in times of
peace he was always ready for the ceaseless duties of his
great life.
Take Paul himself. He was a little man, his bodily
presence was contemptible, he probably suffered from a
painful disease, he was short-sighted, he was often alone
in face of hostile crowds, and yet a braver man never
lived. There are thousands in our own day, who, although
they are invalids, incurable, and seldom free from pain,
do yet rise to their daily duties and get through them
without shrinking or complaint.
Bravery, then, does not need a strong body any more
than a soldier needs a bulwark or wall in front of him
in order to fight well. Why do I then insist upon bodily
strength as a condition of bravery ? I do so, boys,
because if God has given you strength to begin with,
there is nothing will so much make cowards of you


as being careless about it and wasting it. It is quite
true that men and women have been brave who were
physically weak. But in all such cases they were not
to blame for their weakness. It was natural to them.
Whereas, -if a man squanders the strength God has
given him-either through some sinful habits, or through
laziness, and want of proper exercise, or through other
carelessness-there is no man so certain to be a coward
as he is. This is true of all bodily habits whatsoever.
It is true, for instance, of so simple a thing as keeping
the body clean. Among. savage tribes, travellers have
often noticed that dirt and cowardice go together. The
dirty tribes, they are the cowards; the clean tribes, they
are the brave. So with exercise-the boy who shirks
it out of laziness, he will be the coward. And so, still
more, with bad habits.
O boys I wish I could get you all to feel how much
depends on the care you take of your bodies; how
much that is noble, heroic, and glorious. He who keeps
his body under, who keeps it clean, who keeps it exer-
cised, who does not pamper it by his slothfulness or
greed, nor weaken it in any other way, to him great
thoughts are always near and the readiness to do great
A guilty man can at the best be but a bully and a
swaggerer. Only the pure in heart are really brave.
It is true that an evil heart, especially if it be getting
desperate, often makes a man seem more brave. We all know
stories of men, who out of sheer despair of life, burdened by
its troubles or chased by its sins, have thrown themselves
into battle or some other danger with a recklessness
and a ferocity that has excited the admiration of a whole
army. But that is n'ot courage. That is but a brilliant
form of suicide, and suicide is cowardice. Suicide is running

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