Front Cover
 Title Page
 Caleb's Discovery
 Building the Mole
 A Discussion
 The Story of Blind Samuel
 The Sofa
 The Cart Ride
 The Fire
 The Captive
 Mary Anna
 The Walk
 The Junk
 Back Cover

Group Title: Caleb in the country : a story for children
Title: Caleb in the country
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Title: Caleb in the country a story for children
Physical Description: 192 p. : ill. ; 12 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Abbott, Jacob, 1803-1879
Milner and Sowerby
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Place of Publication: Halifax <Eng.>
Publication Date: 1852
Subject: Christian life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Grandmothers -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Country life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front cover 1
        Front cover 2
        Page 2
    Title Page
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    Caleb's Discovery
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    Building the Mole
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    A Discussion
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    The Story of Blind Samuel
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    The Sofa
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    The Cart Ride
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    The Fire
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    The Captive
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    Mary Anna
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    The Walk
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    The Junk
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TaE object of this little work, and of others of its
family, which may perhaps follow, is, like that of
the Rolo Books," to furnish useful and instruc-
tive reading to young children. The aim is not
so directly to communicate knowledge, as it is to
develop the moral and intellectual powers,-to
cultivate habits of discrimination and correct
reasoning, and to establish sound principles of
moral conduct. The "Rollo Books" embrace
principally intellectual and moral discipline;
" Caleb," and the others of its family, will include
also religious training, according to the evange-
lical views of Christian truth which the author
has been accustomed to entertain, and which he
has inculcated in his more serious writings.
J. A.




CALEB was a bright-looking, blue-eyed boy,
with auburn hair apd happy countenance.
And yet he was rather pale and slender.
He had been sick. His father and mother
lived in Boston, but now he was spending
the summer at Sandy River country, with
his grandmother. His father thought that
if he could run about a few months in the
open air, and play among the rocks and un-
der the trees, he would grow more strong
and healthy, and that his cheeks would not
look so pale.

His grandmother made him a blue jacket
with bright buttons. She liked metal but-
tons, because they would wear longer than
covered ones, but he liked them because
they were more beautiful. "Besides,"
said he, I can see my face in them, grand.
Little Caleb then went to the window, so
as to see his face plainer. He stood with
his back to the window, and held the button
so that the light from the window could
shine directly upon it.
"Why grandmother," said Caleb, "I
cannot see now so well as I could before."
"That is because your face is turned
away from the light," said she.
"And the button is turned towards the
light," said Caleb.
But when you want to see any thing re-
flected in a glass, you must have the light
shine upon the thing you want to see reflect-

ed, not upon the glass itself; and I sup-
pose it is so with a bright button."
Then Caleb turned around, so as to have
hisface towards the light; and he found
that he could then see it reflected very dis-
tinctly. His grandmother went on with her
work, and Caleb sat for some time in silence.
The house that Caleb lived in was in a
narrow rocky valley. A stream ofwater ran
over a sandy bed, in front of the house, and
a rugged mountain towered behind it.
Across the stream, too, there was a high,
rocky hill, which was in full view from the
parlour window. Thishill was covered with
wild evergreens, which clung to their sides,
and to the interstices of the rocks; and
mosses, green and brown, in long festoons,
hung from their limbs. Here and there
crags and precipices peeped out from among
the foliage, and a grey old clifftowered
above, at the summit.

Caleb turned his button round again to.
wards the window, and of course turned his
face from the window. The reflection of his
face was now dim, as before, but in a mo-
ment his eye caught the reflection of the
crags and trees across the little valley.
"0, grandmother," said he again, I
can see the rocks in my buttons, and the
trees. And there is an old stump," he con-
tinued, his voice falling to a low tone, as if
he was talking to himself,-" and there is
a tree,-and,-why-why, what is that ? It
is a bear, grandmama,"-calling aloud to
her,-" I see a bear upon the mountain."
"Nonsense, Caleb," said the grand-
"I do certainly," said Caleb, and he
dropped the corner of his jacket, which had
the button attached to it, and looked out of
the window directly at the mountain.
Presently Caleb turned away from the

window, and ran to the door. There was a
little green yard in front of the house, with
a large, smooth, flat stone for a door-step.
Caleb stood on this step, and looked in-
tently at the mountain. In a moment he
ran back to his grandmother, and said,
"Grandmother, do come and see this
black bear."
"Why, child," said she, smiling, "it is
nothing but some old black stump or log."
"But it moves, grandmother. It cer-
tainly moves."
So his grandmother smiled, and said,
"Well, I suppose I must come and see."
So she laid down her work, and took off her
spectacles, and Caleb took hold of her hand,
and trotted along before her to the step of the
door. It was a beautiful sunny morning in
There," said Caleb, triumphantly point-
ing to a spot among the rocks and bushes

half-way up the mountain,-"there, what do
you call that?"
His grandmother looked a moment intent-
ly in silence, and then said,
"I do see something there under the
"And isn't it moving ?" said Caleb.
"Why, yes," said she.
"And isn't it black ?"
"Yes," said she.
"Then it is a bear," said Caleb, half-de-
lighted, and half afraid, "Isn't it, grandmo-
ther? I'll go and get the gun."
There was an old gun behind the high desk,
in the back sitting-room; but it had not
been loaded for twentyyears, and had no back
upon it. Still Caleb always supposed that
some how or other it would shoot.
"Shall I, grandmother ?" said he eagerly,
"No," said she. "I don't think it is a

"What then?" said Caleh.
"I think it is Cherry."
"Cherry!" said Caleb.
"Yes, Cherry," said she. "Runandsee
if you can find the boys."
Cherry was the cow. She had strayed from
the pasture the day before, and they could
not find her. She was called Cherry from
her colour; for although she had looked al-
most black, as Caleb had seen her in the
bushes, she was really a Cherry colour. Ca-
leb saw at once, as soon as his grandmother
said that it was Cherry, that she was correct.
In fact, he could see her head and horns, as
she was holding her head up to eat the leaves
fiom the bushes. However he did not stop
to talk about it, but, obeying his grandmo-
ther immediately, he ran off after the boys.
He went out to the back door, where the
boys had been at play, and shouted out,

But there was no reply, except a distant echo
of" David" and Dwight" from the rocks
and mountains.
So Caleb came back, and said that he
could not find the boys, and that he supposed
that they had gone to school,
Then we must call Raymood," said she.
"And may I ring for him, grandmother?"
said Caleb.
Grandmother said he might: and so Caleb
ran off to the porch at the back door, and
took down quite a large bell, which was
hanging there, Caleb stood upon the steps
of the porch, and grasping the great handle
of the bell with both hands, he rang it with
all his might. In a minute or two he stop-
ped; and then he heard a faint and distant
" Aye-aye" coming, from a field. Caleb put
the bell back into its place, and then went
again to his grandmother.
In a few minutes Raymond came in. He

was a thick-set and rather tall young man,
broad-shouldered and strong,-slow in his
motions, and of a very sober countenance.
Caleb heard his hedvy step in the entry,
though he came slowly and carefully, as if he
tried to walk without making a noise.
"Did you wantfme, Madam Rachel?" said
he, holding his hat in his hand.
Caleb's grandmother was generally called
Madam Rachel.
"Yes," said she. "Cherry has got up on
the rocks. Caleb spied her there; he will
shew you where, and I should like to have
you go and drive her down."
Caleb wanted to go too; but his grand-
mother said it would not do very well, for he
could not keep up with Raymond; and be.
sides, she said, that she wanted him. So
Caleb went out with Raymond under the
great elm before the house, and pointed out
the place among the rocks, where he had

seen Cherry. She was not there then; at
least she was not in sight; but Raymond
knew that she could not have gone far from
the place; so he walked down over the bridge,
and soon disappeared.
While Caleb stood watching Raymond, as
he walked off with long strides towards the
mountain, his grandmother came to the door
and said,
"Come, Caleb."
Caleb turned and ran to his grandmother.
She had in her hand a little red morocco
book, and taking Caleb's hand, she went
slowly up stairs, he frisking and capering
around her all the way. There was a bed
in the room, with a white covering, and by
the window an easy chair, with a high back,
and round well-stuffed arms. Madam Ra-
chel went to the easy chair and sat down
and took Caleb in her lap. Caleb looked
out upon the long drooping branches ofthe
elm which hung near the window.

Caleb's countenance was pale; and he
was slender in form, and delicate in appear-
ance. He had been sick, and even now, he
was not quite well. His little taper fingers
rested upon the window-sill, while his
grandmother opened her little Bible and be-
gan to read. Caleb sat still in her lap,
with a serious and attentive expression of
Two men went up into the temple to
pray ; the one a pharisee, the other a pub.
"What is a pharisee and a publican?"
asked Caleb.
"You will hear presently. 'And the
pharisee stood and prayed thus with him-
self: God, I thank thee that I am not as
other men are, extortioners, unjust, adul-
"What are all those ?" asked Caleb.
0, different kinds of crimes and sins.

The pharisee thanked God that he had not
committed any of them."
"Was he a good man, grandmother?"
"Very likely he had not committed any
of these great crimes."
"Very well, grandmother, go on."
"'Or even as this publican.' A pub-
lican, you must know, was a tax-ga-
therer. He used to collect the taxes from
the people. They did ot like to pay their
taxes, and so they did not like the tax-ga-
therers, and despised them. And thus the
pharisee thanked G od that he was not like
that publican. I fast twice in the week.
I pay tithes of all that I posses.'
"Tithes?" said Caleb.
Yes, that was money which God had
commanded them to pay, They were to pay
in proportion to the property they had. But
some dishonest men used to conceal some of
their property, so as not to have to pay so

much; but this pharisee said he paid
tithes of all that he possessed."
"That was right, grandmother," said
"Yes," said his grandmother," thatwas
very well."
"If he really did it," continued Caleb
doubtfully. "Do you think he did, grand-
mother ?"
"I think it very probable. I presume
he was a pretty good man, outside."
"What do you mean by that, grand-
"Why, his heart might have been bad,
but he was probably pretty careful about
all his actions, which could be seen of men.
But we will go on."
"' And the publican, standing afar off,
would not lift up so much as his eyes to
heaven, but smote upon his breast, saying,
God be merciful to me a sinner. I tell
37 B

you this man went down to his house justi-
fied rather than the other.'
"Which man ?" said Caleb.
"The publican."
The publican was justified ?" said Ca-
leb; what does justified mean ?"
Forgiven and approved. God was pleas-
ed with the publican, because he confessed
his sins honestly; but he was displeased
with the pharisee, because he came boast-
ing of his good deeds."
Here there was a pause. Caleb sat still
and seemed thoughtful. His grandmother
did not interrupt him, but waited to hear
what he would say.
"Yes; but, grandmother, if the pharisee
really was a good man, it wasn't right for
him to thank God for it T"
"It reminds me of Thomas's acorns,"
said Madam Rachel.
"Thomas's acorns!" said Caleb "tell
me about them, grandmother."

t, Why, Thomas and his brother George
*ere sent to school They stopped to play
by the way, until it was so late that they
did not dare to go in. Then they staid play-
ing about the fields till it was time to go
home. They felt pretty bad and out ofhu.
mour, and at last they separated and went
home different ways.
In going home, Thomas found an oak-
tree with acorns under it. Ah I' said he,
SI will carry mother home some acorns.'
He had observed that his mother was pleas-
ed whenever he brought her things; and he
had an idea of soothing his own feelings of
guilt, and securing his mother's favour, by
the good deed of carrying her home some
acorns. So, when he came into the house,
he took off his hat carefully, with the acorns
in it, and holding it in both hands, march-
ed up to his mother with a smiling face, and

look of great self-satisfaction, and said,
'Here, mother, Ihavegotyou some acorns.'"
And what did his mother say ?" asked
"She shook her head sorrowfully, and
told him to go and put the acorns away.
She knew where he had been.
Then presently George came in. He
put away his cap, walked in softly, and put
his face down in his mother's lap, and said,
with tears and sobs, 'Mother, I have been
doing something very wrong.' Now, which
of these do you think came to his mother
"Why)-George," said he, "certainly.*
"Yes, and that was the way the publican
came; but the pharisee covered up all his
sins, being pleased and satisfied himself,
and thinking that God would be pleased
and satisfied with his acorns."
Here Madam Rachel paused, and Caleb
sat still, thinking of what he had heard.

Madam Rachel then closed her eyes, and,
in a low, gentle voice, she spoke afew words
of prayer; and then she told Caleb that he
must always remember in all his prayers to
confess his sins fully and freely, and never
cover them up and conceal them, with an
idea that his good deeds made him worthy.
Then she put Caleb down, and he ran down
stairs to play.
He asked his grandmother to let him go
over the bridge, so as to be ready to meet
Raymond, when he should come back with
the cow. She at first advised him not to
go, for she was afraid, she said, that he
might get lost, or fall into the brook; but
Caleb was very desirous to go, and finally
she consented. He had a little whip that
David had made for him. The handle was
made from the branch of a beach-tree, which
David cut first to make a cane of, for him-
self; but he broke his cane, and so he gave

Caleb the rest of the stick for a whip-hain
die. The lash was made of leather. It was
cut out of a round piece of thick leather,
round and round, as they made leather
shoe-strings, and then rolled upon a board.
This is a fine way to make lashes and reins
for boys.
Caleb took his whip for company, and
sauntered along over the bridge. Whenhe
had crossed the bridge, he walked along the
bank of the stream, watching the grass-hopi
pers and butterflies, and now and then cut-
ting off the head of a weed with the lash of
his whip.
The banks of the brook were in some pla,
ces high, and the water deep; in other pla-
ces, there was a sort of beach, sloping down
to the water's edge; and here, the water
was generally shallow, to a considerable
distance from the shore. Caleb was allow.
ed to come dowu tothe water at these shal.

low places; but he had often been told that
he must not go near the steep places, be-
cause there was danger that he would fall in.
Now, boys are not very naturally inclin-
ed to obey their parents. They have to be
taught with great pains and care. They
must be punished for disobedience, in some
way or other, a good many times. But neg-
lected children, that is, those that are left
to themselves, are almost always very diso-
bedient and unsubmissive. Caleb, now,
was not a neglected child. He had been
taught to submit and obey, when he was
very young, and his grandmother could trust
him now.
Besides, Caleb, had still less disposition
now to disobey his grandmother than usual,
for he had been sick, and was still pale and
feeble; and this state of health often makes
children quiet, gentle, and submissive.
So Caleb walked slowly along, carefully

avoiding all the high banks, but sometimes
going down to the water, where the shore
was sloping and safe. At length, at one of
these little landing places he stopped longer
than usual. He called it the cotton land-
ing. David and Dwight gave it that name,
because they always found, wedged in, in a
corner between a log and the shore, a pile
of cotton, as they called it. It was, in re-
ality, light, white froth, which always lay
there; and even if they pushed it all away
with a stick, they would find a new supply
the next day. Caleb stood upon the shore,
and with the lash of his whip, cut into the
pile of cotton." The pile broke up into
large masses, and moved slowly and lightly
away into the stream. One small tuft of it
floated towards the shore, and Caleb reach-
ed it with his whip-handle, and took a part
of it in, saying, "Now I will see what it is
made of."

On closely examining it, he found to his
surprise, that it was composed of an infi.
nite number of very small bubbles, piled one
upon another, like the little stones in a heap
of gravel. It was white and beautiful, and
in some of the biggest bubbles, Caleb could
see all the colours of the rainbow. He
wondered where this foam could come from,
and he determined to carry some of it home
to his grandmother. So he stripped off a
iat piece of birch bark from a neighboring
tree, and took up a little of the froth upon
it, and placed it very carefully upon a rock
on the bank, where it would remain safely,
he thought, till he was ready to go home.
Just above where he stood was a little
waterfall in the brook. The current was
stopped by some stones and logs, and the
water tumbled over the obstruction, forming
quite little cataract, which sparkled in the

Caleb threw sticks and pieces of bark into
the water, above the fall, and watched them
as they sailed on, faster and faster, and then
pitched down the descent. Then he would
go and whip them into his landing, and thus
he could take them out, and sail them down
again. After amusing himself some time
in this manner, he began to wonder why Ray-
mond did not come, and he concluded to
take his foam, and go along. He went to
the rock and took up his birch bark; but,
to his surprise, the foam had disappeared.
He was wondering what had become of it,
when he heard across the road, and at a
little distance above him, a scrambling in
the bushes, on the side of the mountain. At
first, he was afraid; but in a moment more,
he caught a glimpse of the cow coming out
of the bushes, and supposing that Raymond
was behind, he threw down his birch bark,
and began to gallop off to meet him, lash-
ing the ground with his whip.

At the same time, the cow, somewhat
worried by being driven pretty fast down
the rocks, came running out into the road,
and when she saw Caleb coming towards her,
and with such antics, began to out capers
too. She came on, in a kind of half-frolio-
some, half-angry canter, shaking her horns;
and Caleb, before he got very near her, be,
gan to be somewhat frightened. At first he
stopped, looking at her with alarm. Then
he began to fall back to the side of the road,
towards the brook. At this instant Ray,
mond appeared coming out of the bushes,
and, seeing Caleb, called out to him to stand
Stand still, Caleb, till she goes by : she
will not hurt you." But Caleb could not
control his fears. His little heart beat
quick, and his pale cheek grew paler. He
could not control his fears, though he knew
'erl well that what Raaymond said must be

true. He kept retreating backwards nearer
and nearer to the brook, as the cow came
on, whipping the air, towards her to keep her
off. He was now at some little distance
above the cotton landing, and opposite to a
part of the bank where the water was deep.
Raymond perceived his danger, and as he
was now on the very brink, he shouted out
Caleb I Caleb take care I"
But the sudden call only frightened poor
Caleb still more ; and before the Take
care" was uttered, his foot slipped, and he
slid back into the water, and sank into it
until he entirely disappeared.
Raymond rushed to the place, and in an
instant was in the water by his side, and
pulling Caleb out, he carried him gasping
to the shore. He wiped his face with his
handkerchief, and tried to cheer and encou.
rage him,

"Never, mind, Caleb," said he; "it
won't hurt you. It is a warm sunny morn-
ing." Caleb cried a few minutes, but,
finally, became pretty nearly calm, and Ray-
nmnd led him along towards home, Bobbing
as he went, O dear me I-what will my
grandmother say t"




As Caleb walked along by the the side of
Raymond, and came upon the bridge, he
was seen both by his grandmother, who hap-
pened to be standing at the door, and also
at the same instant, by the two boys, Dwight
and David, who werejust then coming home
from school Dwight, seeing Caleb walk-
ing along so sadly, his clothes and hair
thoroughly drenched, set up a shout, and
ran towards him over the bridge. David
was of a more quiet and sober turn, and he
followed more slowly, but with a face full of
surprise and curiosity.
Madam Rachel, too, perceived that her
little grandson had been in the brook, and

she said, Can it be possible that he has
disobeyed?" Then, again, the next thought
was, "Well, if he has, he has been punish-
ed for it pretty severely, and so I will treat
him kindly."
David and Dwight came eagerly up, with
exclamations, and questions without num-
ber. This made poor Caleb feel worse and
worse-he wanted to get home as soon as
possible, and he could not tell the boys all
the story there; and presently Raymond,
finding that he could not get by them very
well, took him up in his arms, and carried
him towards the house, David and Dwight
following behind. Caleb expected that his
grandmother would think him very much to
blame, and so, as he came near enough to
speak to her, he raised his head from Ray-
mond's shoulder, and began to say,
"I am very sorry, grandmother; but I
could not help it. I certainly could not
help it."
But he saw at once, by his grandmother's

pleasant-looking face, that she was not
going to find any fault with him.
"You have not hurt yourself, Caleb, I
hope," said she, as Raymond put him
No," said he, but I feel rather cold."
His grandmother said she would soon
warm him, and she led him into a little
bed-room, where he was accustomed to
sleep, and undressed him, talking good-
humouredly with him all the while, so as to
relieve his fears, and make him feel more
happy. She wiped him dry with soft flan-
nel, and gave him some clean, dry clothes,
and made him very comfortable again. She
did not ask him how he happened to fall in
the water, for she knew it would trouble
him to talk about it. So she amused him
by talking about other things, and at last
let him out again into the parlour.
The wetting did Caleb no injury; but
the fright and the suddenness of the plunge
gave him a shock, which, in his feeble state


of health, he was ill able to bear. A good
stout boy, with red cheeks and plump limbs,
would not have regarded it at all, but would
have been off to play again just as soon as
his clothes were changed. But poor Caleb
sat down in his little rocking chair by the
side of his grandmother, and began to rock
back and forth, as if he was rocking away
the memory of his troubles, while his grand-
mother went on with her work.
Presently he stopped to listen to the
voices of Dwight and David, who were out
before the house.
Grandmother," said he, is that the
boys ?"
"Yes," said she," I believe it is."
Then Caleb went on rocking, and the
voices died away.
Presently, they came nearer again. The
boys seemed to be passing down in front of
the house, with a wheelbarrow, towards the
"Grandmother," said Caleb, stopping
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again, "what do you suppose the boys are
I don't know," said she, should not
you like to go and see ? You can play with
them half an hour before dinner, if you
Caleb did not answer, but began to rock
again. He did not seem inclined to go.
Soon after he heard a splash, as of stones
thrown into the water. Caleb started up
and said,
"Grandmother, what can they be doing?',
I don't know," said she, if you want
to know very much, you must go and
Caleb rose slowly, put his rocking chair
back into its place, and went to the door.
He looked down towards the bank of the
brook before the house, and saw Dwight
and David there. They had a wheelbarrow
close to the edge of the water, with a few
stones in it, some as big as Caleb's head.
Each of the boys had a stone in his hand,

which he was just throwing into the brook.
Caleb had a great desire to go down and
see what they were doing; but he felt weak
and tired, and so, after looking on a mo-
ment, he said to himself, I had rather sit
down here." So he sat down upon the step
of the door, and looked on.
After the boys had thrown one or two
large stones into the water, they took hold
of the wheelbarrow, and, then, tipping
it up, the whole load slid down into the wa-
ter, close to the shore. The boys then
came back, wheeling the great wheelbarrow
up into the road.
They*went after another load of stones,
and Caleb's curiosity was so far awakened,
that he rose slowly, and walked down to-
wards the place. In a few minutes, the boys
came back with their load; David wheel-
ing, and Dwight walking along by his side,
and pushing as well as he could, to help.
As soon as he saw Caleb, he began to call

0 Caleb, you were afraid of a cow !"
Caleb looked sad and unhappy. David
"I would not laugh at him, Dwight.
Caleb, we are building a mole."
Amole !" said Caleb. "Whatisthat?'"
Why, it is a kind of wharf, built out fat
into the water, to make a harbour for our
shipping. We learned about it in our geo.
"Yes," said Dwight, coming up, eager*
ly, to Caleb, "you see the current carries
all our vessels down the stream, you know,
Caleb, and we are going to build out a long
mole, out into the middle of the brcok, and
that will stop our vessels ; and then we are
going to make it pretty wide, so that we can
walk out upon it, and the end of it will do
for a wharf."
Yes, it will be a sort ofharbour for 'em,"
said David.
Caleb looked quite pleased at this plan.
and wanted the boys to let him help; and

Dwight said he might go and help them ge&
their next load of stones.
But Caleb did not help much, although
he really tried to help. He kept getting into
the other boys' way. At last Dwight got
out of patience, and said,
Caleb, you don't help us the least mite.
I wish you would go away."
But Caleb wanted to help; and Dwight
tried to make him go away. Presently, he
began to laugh at him for being afraid of a
I suppose I could frighten you by moo-
ing at you, Caleb."
Caleb did not answer, but walked along
by the side of the wheelbarrow. David was
wheeling it; for they had now got it loaded,
and were going back to the shore of the
brook, Caleb on one side, and Dwight upon
the other. Dwight saw that Caleb hung
his head, and looked confused.
Moo moo!" said Dwight.
Caleb walked along silent as before.

"Moo! moo said Dwight, running
round to Caleb's side of the wheelbarrow,
and moo-ing close into his ear.
Caleb let go of the wheelbarrow, turned
around, burst into tears, and walked slowly
and sorrowfully away towards the house.
"There, now," said David, "you have
made him cry. What do you want to trou-
ble him so for ?"
Dwight looked after Caleb, and seeing
that he was going to the house, he was
afraid that he would tell his grandmother.
So he ran after him, and began to call to
him to stop; but, before he had gone many
steps, he saw his grandmother standing at
the door of the house, and calling to them
all to come.
Caleb had nearly stopped crying when he
came up to his grandmother. She did not
say any thing to him about the cause of his
trouble, but asked him if he was willing to
go down cellar with Mary Anna, and help
her choose a plateful of apples for dinner.


His eye brightened at this proposal, and
Mary Anna, who was sitting at the window,
reading, rose, laid down her book, took hold
of his hand with a smile, and led him away.
Madam Rachel then went to her seat in
her great arm-chair, and David and Dwight
came and stood by her side.
I am sorry, Dwight, that you wanted to
trouble Caleb."
"But, mother," said Dwight, I only
moo-ed at him a little."
And what did you do it for ?"
"O, only for fun, mother."
Did you suppose it gave him pain t"
"Why,-I don't know."
"Did you suppose it gave him pleasure ?"
"Why, no," said Dwight, looking down.
And did not you know that it gave him
pain ? Now, tell me, honestly."
Why, yes, mother, I knew it plagued
him a little; but then I only did it for
I know it," said Madam Rachel; anl

that is the very thing that makes me so sorry
fqr it."
"Why, mother?" said Dwight in a tone
of surprise.
Because if you had given Caleb four
times as much pain for any other reason, I
should not have thought half so much of it,
as to have you trouble him forfun. If it
had been to do him any good, or to do any
body else any good, or from mistake, or
mere thoughtlessness, I should not have
thought so much of it; but to do it for
fun !"
Here Madam Rachel stopped, as if she
did not know what to say.
"I rather think, mother, it was only
thoughtlessness," said David, by way of ex-
cusing Dwight.
No ; because he knew that it gave Ca-
leb pain, and it was, in fact, for the very
purpose of giving him pain, that Dwight
did it. If he had been saying moo acciden-
tally, without thinking of troubling Caleb,


that would have been thoughtlessness; but
it was not so. And what makes me most
unhappy about this," continued Madam
Rachel, putting her hand gentlyon Dwight's
head, "is that my dear Dwight has a heart
capable under some circumstances, of take
ng pleasure in the sufferings of a helpless
little child."
David and Dwight were both silent, though
they saw clearly that what their mother
said was true.
And yet, perhaps, you think it is a very
little thing after all," she continued, "just
moo-ing at Caleb a little. The pain it gave
him was soon over. Just sending him down
cellar to get apples, made him forget it in
a moment; so that you see it is not the mis-
chief that is done, in this case, but the spi-
rit of mind in you, that it shews. It is a
little thing, I know; but then it is a little
symptom of a very bad disease. It is very
hard to cure."
"Well, mother," said Dwight, looking

up, and speaking very positively, I am
determined not to trouble Caleb any more.'
Yes, but I am afraid your determinations
won't reach the difficulty. As long as the
spirit of mind remains, so that you are ca-
pable of taking pleasure in the sufferings of
another, your determinations not to indulge
the bad spirit, will not do much good. You
will forget them all, when the temptation
comes. Don't you remember how often I
have talked with you about this, and how
ofien you have promised not to do it, be-
fore ?"
Why, yes, mother," said Dwight, de-
So, you see determinations will not do
much good. As long as your heart is ma-
licious, the malice will come out in spite of
all your determinations."
Just at this moment Caleb came in, bring-
ing his plate of apples, with an air of great
importance and satisfaction. He had near-
ly forgotten his troubles. Soon after this,

dinner was brought in, and Madam Rachel
said no more to the boys about malice.
After dinner, they went out again to play.



CALEB sat down upon the step of the door,
eating a piece of bread, while Dwight and
David returned to their work of building the
mole. They got the wheelbarrow, and load-
ed it with stones.
Caleb sat a few minutes more at the door,
and then he went into the house, and got his
little rocking chair, and brought it out un-
der the elm, and sat down there, looking to-
wards the boys, who were at work near the
water. At last, David spied him sitting
there, and said,

There is Caleb, sitting under the great
Dwight looked around, and then, throw-
ing down the stone thathe hadin his hands,
he said,
I mean to go and get him to come here.''
So he ran towards him, and said,
Come, Caleb, come down here, and help
us make our mole."
No," said Caleb, shaking his head, and,
turning away a little ; I don't want to go."
do come, Caleb," said Dwight; "I
won't trouble you any more."
No," said Caleb: I am tired, and I
had rather stay here in my little chair."
But I will carry your chair down to the
brook; and there is a beautiful place there
to sit and see us tumble in the stones."
So Caleb got up, and Dwight took his
chair, and they walked together down to the
shore of the brook. Dwight found a little
spot so smooth and level, that the rocking-
chair would stand very even upon it, though

It would not rock very well, for the ground
was not hard, like a floor. Caleb rested his
elbow upon the arm of his chair, and his
pale cheek in his little slender hand, and
watched the stones, as, one after another
they fell into the brook.
The brook at this place, was very wide
and shallow, and the current was not very
rapid, so that they got along pretty fast
and thus the mole advanced steadily out
into the stream.
Well, Caleb," said Dwight, as he stop.
ped, after they had tossed out all the stones
from the wheelbarrow, "and how do you
like our mole ?"
0, not very well," said Caleb.
Why not?" said Dwight, surprised.
It is so stony."
"Stony ?" said Dwight.
Yes," said Caleb, I don't think could
walk on it very well.
"O," said Dwighr, "we are going to
make the top very smooth, when we get it

"How?" said Caleb.
"Why, we are going to haul gravel on it,
and smooth it all down.
Why can't we do it now ?" said David,
as we go along: and then we can wheel our
wheelbarrow out upon it, and tip our stones
in at the end."
Agreed," said Dwight; and they accord-
ingly levelled the stones off on the top, and
put small stones in at all the interstices,
that is, the little spaces between the large
stones, so as to prevent the gravel from run-
ning down through. Then they went and
got a load of gravel out of a bank pretty near,
and spread it down over the top, and itmade
a good, smooth road ; only, it was not trod-
den down hard at first, and so it was not very
easy wheeling over it.
They found one difficulty, however, and
that was that the gravel rolled over each side
of the mole, and went into the water. To
prevent this, they arranged the largest stones
on each side, in a row, for the edge, and then


filled in with gravel up to the edge, and thus
they gradually advanced towards the middle
of the stream, finishing the mole complete-
ly as they went on. Caleb then said he
liked it very much, and wanted to walk on
it. So the boys let him. He went out to
the end, and stood there a minute, and then
said that he wished he had his whip there,
to whip in a stick which was sailing down a
little way off;
"Where is your whip ?" said David.
I suppose it is hanging up on its nail,"
said Caleb, I mean to go and get it."
So Caleb walked off the mole, and went
slowly up towards the house, singing by the
way, while David and Dwight went after
another load of gravel. While they were
putting down this load, and spreading it on,
Caleb came hack, looking disappointed and
sorrowful, and saying that he could not find
his whip.
Where did you put it when you had it
last?" asked David.

I put it on the nail," said Caleb, I
always put it on the nail."
"O, no, Caleb," said Dwight; "you
must have left it about somewhere."
* No," said Caleb, shaking his head with
a positive air, I am sure I put it on my
When did you have it last ?"
t Why,-let me see," said Caleb, think-
ing. I had it yesterday, playing horses on
the wood-pile; and then I had it this morn-
ing,-I believe,-when I went up the brook
to meet Raymond."
Then you left it up there, I know," said
"No," said Caleb, "I am sure I put it
on my nail."
You did not have it, Caleb," said Da-
vid, mildly, "when we met you on the
"Didn't I?" said Caleb, standing still
and trying to think.
"No," replied Dwight, decidedly.

I wish you would go up there with me,
and help me find it."
Why, we want to finish our mole," said
I'll go," said Dwight, while you, Da.
vid, get another load of gravel. Come
Caleb," said he, "go and shew me where
it was."
So Dwight and Caleb walked on. They
went down to the bridge, crossed the stream
upon it, then turned up, on the opposite
bank, and walked on until they came to the
cotton landing. Caleb then pointed to the
place where he had fallen in; and they
looked all about there, upon the bank, and
in the water, but in vain. No whip was to
be found.
Before they returned, they stopped a mo-
ment at the cotton landing, and Caleb shew-
ed Dwight that the cotton was all made of
little bubbles. They got some of it to the
shore and examined it, and thefi, just as
37 D

they were going away. Dwight exclaimed,
"There is your whip, now, Caleb."
Caleb looked round, and saw that Dwight
was pointing towards the little fall or ra-
ther great ripple of water, and there, just in
the fall, was the whip-handle floating, and
kept from drifting away by the lash, which
had got caught in the rocks. There the
handle lay, or rather hung, bobbing up and
down, and struggling as if it was trying to
get free.
After various attempts to liberate it, by
throwing sticks and stones at it, Dwight
took off his shoes, turned up his pantaloons
to his knees, and waded in to the place, and
after carefully extricating the whip, brought
it safely to the shore.
I am very glad I have got my whip
again," said Caleb, while Dwight was put-
ting on his shoes.
"I am'glad too," said Dwight. "But
you told a lie about it, Caleb."

"A lie said Caleb.
Yes: you said you certainly hung it up
upon the nail," said Dwight, as they began
to walk along.
Well, I thought I did," said Caleb.
"That makes no difference. You did not
say you thought you hung it up, but that you
were sure you did."
"Well, I certainly thought I did," said
Caleb and I am sure it wasn't a lie."
Dwight insisted that it was, and Caleb de-
termined to ask his grandmother.
They returned to the mole.
It was not long after this, that David, on
looking towards the house, called out that
his mother was coming. It was true. She
put on her bonnet, and was coming slowly
down to the brook, to see how the boys got
on with their work. They were rejoiced to
see her coming. They took Caleb's chair,
and laid it down upon its side, and then put
one of the side-pieces of the wheelbarrow
upon it with the clean side up; and this

made quite a comfortable seat for her, though
it was a little unsteady. She sat down upon
it, and made a good many enquiries about
their plan and the progress of the work,
Well, boys," said she, that is a capi-
tal plan, and you will have a great eddy
above your mole."
"An eddy!" said Dwight, "whatisthat?'*
Why, the water coming down, will strike
upon the outer end of your mole, and be
turned in towards the shore, and then will
go round, and will come into the stream
again. There, you can see it is beginning
to run so already."
So the boys looked above the mole, and
they saw the little bubbles that were floating
in the water, sailing round and round slowly,
in a small circle, between the upper side of
the mole and the shore.
When you get it built away out," said
Madam Rachel, "there will be quite a
whirlpool; you might call it the Maelstrom.
There, you see, Caleb can have a little har-

bour up there on the shore, and one of you
can go out to the end of the mole, and put
a little ship into the water, and the eddy will
carry it round to him. Then he can take
out the cargo, and put in a new one, and
then set the ship in the water, and the cur-
rent will carry it back again, round on the
other side of the whirlpool.
The boys were very much delighted at
this prospect, and they determined to build
out the mole very far, so as to have a great
sweep," as Dwight called it, in the eddy.
Caleb went out upon the part of the mole
which was finished, and put in a piece of
wood, and watched it with great delight as
it slowly sailed round.




WHILE Caleb stood upon the mole, he be-
gan to whip the water; and, in doing so, he
spattered David and Dwight a little.
Dwight said, "Take care, Caleb-don't
spatter us;" and he went up to him, andwas
going gently to take hold of his whip, to
take it away. "Let me have the whip,"
said he.
"No," said Caleb, holding it firmly, "I
want it."
"Let go of it, Dwight," said Madam
Why, mother, he ought to let me have
it, for I went and got it for him. He would
npt have had it at all without me."
You must not take it by violence," said


his mother, if you have ever so good a right
to it. But did you get it for him ?"
"Yes, mother; and he told a lie about it."
"O, Dwight," said his mother, "you
ought not to say so. I can't think Caleb
would tell a lie."
He did, mother; he said he was sure
he hung it up, when, after all, he dropped it
in the water; and we agreed to leave it to
you if that was not telling a lie."
"Did you know, Caleb, when you said
you hung it up, that you had really left it in
the water ?"
"No, grandmother," said Caleb, very
earnestly; I really thought I had hung
it up."
Then it was not telling a lie, Dwight. A
lie is told with an intention to deceive. To
make it a lie it is necessary that the person
who says a thing, must know distinctly at
the time that he says it, that it is not true;
and he must say it with the particular inten-
tion to deceive. Now, Ca'qhi did not do

"Well, mother," said Dwight, "I am
sure you have told us a good many times
that we must never say any thing unless we
are sure it is true."
"So I have. I admit that Caleb did
wrong in saying so positively that he had
hung his whip up, when he did not know
certainly that he had. But this does not
prove that it wa- telling a lie. You know
there are a great many other faults besides
telling lies; and this is one of them."
"What do you call it, mother ?" said
I don't know," said she, hesitating. It
is a very common fault,-asserting a thing
positively, when you do not know whether
it is true or not. But if you think it is true
even if you have no proper grounds for
thinking so, and are entirely mistaken, it is
not telling a lie."
"In fact," she continued, I once knew
a case where one boy was justly punished
for falsehood when what he said was true;

and another was rewarded for his truth,
when what he said was false."
"Why, mother?" said Dwight and Da,
vid together, with great surprise.
"Yes," said Madam Rachel; the case
was this. They were farmers' boys, and
they wanted to go into the barn, and play
upon the hay. Their father told them they
might go, but charged them to be careful
to shut the door after them in going in, so
as not to let the colt get out. So the boys
ran off to the barn in high glee, and were
so eager to get upon the hay, that they for-
got altogether to shut the door. When they
came down they found the door open, and
to their great alarm, the colt was nowhere
to be seen. Josy, one of the boys, said,
'Let us shut the door now, and not tell
father that we let the colt out, and he will
think somebody else did it'
No,' said James, the other, let us tell
the truth.'
So about an hour afterwards, Josy went

into the house, and his father said, Josy,
did you let the colt out ?'
"' No, sir,' said Josy.
Not long after he met James.
James,' said he, you had a fine time
upon the hay, I suppose. I hope you did
not let the colt out.'
"James hung his head, and said, 'Why,
yes, sir, we did. We forgot to shut the
door, and so he got away.'
Now, which of these boys, do you sup-
pose, was guilty of telling a lie ?"
"Why, Josy, certainly," said David,
Dwight, and Caleb, all together.
"Yes, and yet the colt had not got
"Hadn't he ?" said Dwight.
No, he was safely coiled up in a corner
upon some hay, out of sight; and there the
farmer found him safe and sound, when he
went in to look. But did that make any
difference in Josy's guilt, do you think ?"
No, mother," said Dwight. David, at


the same time shook his head, shewing that
he entertained the same opinion.
"I think it did not," continued Madam
Rachel, "and the farmer thought so too
for he very properly punished Josy, and re-
warded James."
Dwight seemed to assent to this rather
reluctantly, as if he was almost sorry that
Caleb had not been proved guilty of telling
a lie.
"Well, mother," he said presently, with
a more lively tone, at any rate he disobey.
ed you ; for you told him not to go near the
brook where the bank washigh ; and he did,
or else he never would have fallen in."
But I could not help it," said Caleb,
"the cow frightened me so."
Yes, you could help it," said Dwight;
"for the cow did not come up and push
you; you walked back yourself, of your own
Madam Rachel observed that Caleb ap-
peared more pale and languid than usual i

and this new charge which Dwight brought
against him, made him more sad and melan.
pholy still,
Madam Rachel accordingly then said she
would not talk any more about it then, for
the must go in, and she asked Caleb whether
he would rather go in with her, or remain out
there with the boys. He said he would ra.
their go in. So he took hold of Madam Ra-
chel's hand, and walked along by her side.
David said he would bring his rocking-
chair for him, when he and Dwight should
come in.




MADAM Rachel went into the house, and
sat down in her large rocking-chair, by a
window, in a back parlour that looked out
upon a little garden, and began to sew.
Caleb played around a little while, rather
languidly, and at last came up to his grand-
mother, and leaning upon her lap, asked her
if she would not take him up, and rock
him a little. She could not help pitying
him, he looked so feeble and sad; and she
accordingly laid down her work, and lifted
him up,-he was not heavy.
Well Caleb, you have not asked me to
take you up, and tell you a story so, for a
long time. This is the way I used to do
when you were quite a little boy; only then

you used to kneel in my lap, and lay your
head upon my shoulder, so that my mouth
was close to your ear. But you are too big
Caleb smiled a little, for he was glad to
find that he was growing big; but it was
rather a faint and sad smile.
But I don't grow any stronger, grand.
mother," said he. I wish I was well and
strong, like the other boys.
You don't know what would be best for
you, my little Caleb. God leads you along
in his own way through life, and you must
go patiently and pleasantly on, just where
he thinks best. You are like blind Sa-
muel, going through the woods with hii
"How was that, grandmother?" said he,
sitting up, and turning round to look at
"You sit still," said she, gently laying
him back again, and I will tell you."
Samuel was a blind boy. He had been

away, and was now going home with his fa-
ther. His father led him, and he walked
along by his side. Presently, they came
to a large brook, and, before they got near
it, they heard it roaring. His father said,
'Samuel, I think there is a freshet.' I
think so too,' said Samuel, for I hear the
water roaring.' When they came in sight
of the stream, his father said, Yes, Samuel,
there has been a great freshet, and the
bridge is carried away.' And what shall
we do now ?' said Samuel. 'Why we must
go round by the path through the woods.'
'That will be bad for me,' said Samuel
'But I will lead you,' said hts father, 'all
the way; just trust every thing to me.'
'Yes, father,' said Samuel, I will.'
So his father took a string out of his
pocket, and gave one end of it to Samuel.
, There, Samuel,' said he, take hold of that,
and that will guide you; and walk direct-
ly after me.' "
How long was the string ?" said Caleb.

0 not very long," replied Madam Ra-
chel; so as just to let him walk a step or
two behind."
After he had walked on a short distance,
he said, Father, I wish you would let me
take hold of your hand.' 'But you said,'
replied his father, that you would trust
every thing to me.' 'So I will, father,'
said Samuel; 'but I do wish you would let
me take hold of your hand, instead of this
string.' Very well,' said his father,' you
may try your way.'
So Samuel came and took hold of his
father's hand, and tried to walk along by his
father's side. But the path was narrow;
there was not more than room for one, and
though his father walked as far on one side
as possible, yet Samuel had not room
enough. The branches scratched his face,
and he stumbled continually upon roots
and stones. At length he said, 'Father,
you know best. I will take hold of the
string, and walk behind.'

So, after that, he was patient and submis-
sive, and followed his father wherever he
led. After a time his father saw a serpent
in the road directly before them. So he
turned aside, to go round by a compass in
the woods."
"A compass ?" said Caleb.
"Yes," said his grandmother; "that is
a round-about way. But it was very rough
and stony. Presently, Samuel stopped and
said, Father, it seems to me it is pretty
stony; haven't we got out of the path ?'
Yes,' said his father; but you pro-
mised to be patient and submissive, and
trust every thing to me.'
'Well,' said Samuel, 'you know best,
and I will follow.'
"So he walked on again. When they
had got by, his father told him that the rea-
son why he had gone out of the road was,
that there was a serpent there. And so,
when God leads usin a difficult way, Caleb,
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that we don't understand at the time, we of.
ten see the reason of it afterwards."
Caleb did not answer, and Madam Rachel
went on with her story.
By and by, his father came within the
sound of the brook again, and stopped a mi-
nute or two, and then he told Samuel that
he should have to leave him a short time,
and that he might sit down upon a log, and
wait until he came back. 'But, father,'
said Samuel, 'I don't want to be left alone
here in the woods, in the dark.' 'It is not
dark,' said his father. 'It is all dark to
me,' said Samuel. I know it is,' said his
father, 'and I am very sorry; but you pro-
mised to leave every thing to me, and be
obedient and submissive.' 'So I will, fa.
their; you know best, and I will do just as
you say.' So Samuel sat down upon the log,
and his father went away. He was a little
terrified by the solitude, and the darkness,
and the roaring of the water; but he trusted
to his father, and was still.

"By and by, he heard a noise as of some-
thing heavy falling into the water. He was
frightened, for he thought it was his father.
But it was not his father. What do you
think it was, Caleb ?"
Caleb did not answer. Madam Rachel
looked down to see why he did not speak,
and as she moved him a little, so as to see
his face, his head rolled over to one side;
and, in short, Madam Rachel found that he
was fast asleep.
Poor little fellow 1" said she; and she
rose carefully, and carried him to the bed, and
laid him down. He opened his eyes a mo-
ment, when his cheek came in contact with
the cool pillow, but turned his face over im-
mediately, shut his eyes again, and was
soon in a sound sleep.




WHEN Caleb awoke it was almost evening.
The rays of the setting sun were shining in
at the window. Caleb opened his eyes, and,
after lying still a few moments, began to
sing. He thought it was morning, and that
it was time for him to get up. Presently,
however, he observed that the sun was shin-
ing in at the wrong window for morning:
then he noticed that he was not undressed;
and, finally, he thought it must be night;
but he could not think how he came to be
asleep there at that time.
Caleb went out into the parlour. David
and Dwight were just putting the chairs
around the tea table. At tea time, the boys

talked a good deal about the mole, ,nd they
asked Mary Anna if she would help them
rig some vessels to sail in the Maelstrom.
"Sail in the Maelstrom!" said Mary
Anna; "who ever heard of sailing in the
Maelstrom? "That is a great whirlpool,
which swallows up ships; they never sail
in it. You had better call it the Gulf
"Well," said Dwight, "we will; and
will you help us rig some vessels ?"
"Yes," said Mary Anna, "when you get
the mole done."
Mary Anna was a beautiful girl, about
seventeen years old, with a mild and gentle
expression of countenance, and very plea-
sant tone of voice. She helped the children
in all their plays, and they were always pleas-
ed when she was with them. She had great
stores of pasteboard and coloured papers, to
make boxes, and portfolios, and little pock-
et-books, and wallets of; and she had a
paint-box, and pencils, and drawing-books,

and portfolios of pictures and drawing
She rigged the boys' vessels, and covered
their balls, and made them beautiful flags
and banners out of her pieces of coloured
silk. She advised them to have a flag-staff
out at the end of the mole, as they gene-
rally have on all fortifications and national
works. She told them she would make
them a handsome flag for the purpose.
After tea she went down with them to
see the works. She seemed to like the mole
very much. The whirlpool was moving
very regularly, and she advised them to build
the mole out pretty far.
Yes," said Dwight; "and we are going
to have a piece across up and down the
stream, at the end of it, so as to make a T
of it."
I think you had better make a Y of it,'"
said Mary Anna.
A Y said Dwight, "how?"
Why instead of having the end piece

go straight across the end of the mole, let
the two parts of it branch out into the
stream, one upwards and the other down."
"What good will that do ?" said David.
Why, if you make it straight like a T,
the current will run directly along the outer
edge of it, and so your vessels will not stay
there. But if you have it Y-shaped, there
will be a little sort of harbour in the crotch,
where your vessels can lie quietly, while
the current flows along by, out beyond the
"That will be excellent," said Dwight,
clapping his hands.
"And besides," said she, "the upper
part of the Y will run out obliquely into the
stream, and so turn more of the current into
your eddy, and make the whirlpool larger."
"Well, and we will make it so," said
David ; "and then it will be an excellent
Yes," said Mary Anna, there will be
all sorts of water around it;-a whirlpool

above, a little harbour in the ciotch, a cur-
rent in front, and still water below. It will
be as good a place for sailing boats as I ever
But the twilight was coming on, and
they all soon returned to the house.
Madam Rachel had a little double-bed-
room, as it was called, where she slept. It
was called a double-bedroom, because it
consisted, in fact, of two small rooms, with
a large arched opening between them, with-
out any door. In one room was the bed,
which moved in and out on little trucks, for
Caleb. In the other room was a table in
the middle, with books and papers upon it.
There was a window in one side, and oppo-
site the arched opening which led to the
bedroom was a small sofa.
Now, it was Madam Rachel's custom
every evening, before the children went to
bed, to take them into her bedroom, and
hear them read a few verses of the Bible;
and then she would explain the verses, and

talk with them a little about what had oc-
curred during the day, and give them good
advice and good instruction. At such
times the children usually sat upon the sofa,
on one side of the table, and Madam Rachel
took her seat on the other side of the table,
in the chair, so as to face them. The chil-
dren generally liked this very much; and
yet she very seldom told them any stories
at these times. It was almost all reason-
ings and explanations; and yet the children
liked it very much.




THE boys took their places on the sofa, and
afterwards laid their books upon the table.
After that Madam Rachel began to talk
about the occurrences of the day, as fol-
"There are two or three things, boys,
that I have been keeping to talk with you
about this evening. One is the question
you asked, Dwight, about Caleb's disobeying
me, when he fell into the water."
"Yes, mother," said Dwight, looking up
at once, very eagerly; you told him never
to go near the bank; and yet he went, and
so he fell in."
But I could not help it," said Caleb.

"Why, yes, mother, he certainly could
help it; for he walked there himself of his
own accord."
Very well; that is the question for us to
consider ; but, first, we must all be in a pro-
per state of mind to consider it, or else itwill
do us no good. Now, Dwight, I am going
to ask you a question, and I want to have
you answer it honestly:-Which way do you
wish to have this question, about Caleb's
disobedience, decided ?"
Why,-I don't know," said Dwight.
"Suppose I shouldcome to the conclusion
that Caleb did right, and should prove it by
arguments, should you feel a little glad, or
a little sorry ?"
Dwight hung his head, and seemed some-
what confused, but said, doubtfully, that he
did not know.
Now, I think, myself," said his mother,
"that you have a secret wish to have it ap-
pear that Caleb is guilty of disobedience.
You said he disobeyed, at first, from unkind

feelings, which you seemed to feel towards
him at the moment; and now, I suppose,
you wish to adhere to it, so as to get the
victory. Now, honestly, isn't it so ?"
Dwight did not answer at first. He look-
edsomewhatashamed. Presently, however,
he concluded, that it was best to be frank
and honest; so he looked up and acknow-
ledged that it was so.
Yes," said his mother; and while you
are under the influence of such a prejudice,
it would do no good for us to discuss the
subject, for you would not be convinced;
so you had better give it up."
Madam Rachel saw, while she was speak-
ing, that Dwight did not look sullen and
dissatisfied, but good-natured and pleasant;
and so she knew that he had concluded to
listen, candidly, to what she had to say
I think that Caleb was not to blame at
all, said Madam Rachel, for two reasons.
One is, that he was probably overwhelmed
with terror. To be sure, as you say, the


cow did not push him. He walked himself,
-yet still he was impelled as strongly as if
he had been pushed, though in a different
Then there is another reason why Caleb
is innocent of any disobedience. When I
told him that he must not go to the high
banks, I did not mean that he never must
go, in any case whatever."
I thought you said he never must," said
I presume I did say so, and I made no
exceptions; but still some exceptions are
always implied in such a case. In all com-
mands, however positive they may be, there
is always some exception implied."
Why, mother ?" said Dwight with sur-
It is so," said his mother. Suppose,
for instance, that I were to tell you to sit
down by the parlour fire, and study a les-
son, and not to get out of your chair on any
account. And suppose that, after I had

gone and left you, the fire should fall down,
and some coals roll out upon the'floor, would
it not be your duty to get up, and brush them
back ?"
"Why, yes," said Dwight.
"So in all cases, very extreme and ex-
traordinary occurrences, that could not, by
possibility, have been considered, make ex-
ceptions. And Caleb, thinking, as he did,
that he was in great danger from the cow, if
he had thought of my command at all, he
would have done perfectly right to have
considered so extraordinary a case an excep-
tion, and so haveretreated towards the brook,
notwithstanding my commands. And now
that question is settled."
Here little Caleb, who had been sitting
up very straight, and looking eagerly at his
grandmother and at the other boys, during
the progress of the conversation, drew a long
breath, and leaned back against the sofa, as
if he felt a good deal relieved.
And now, Dwight, there is one thing

I have seen in you to-day, which gave me
a great deal of pleasure, and another which
gave me pain."
"What, mother," said Dwight.
"Why, after I talked with you at noon,
about teasing Caleb, you began to treat
him very kindly. That gave me a great
deal of pleasure. I saw that your heart was
somewhat changed in regard to Caleb; for
you seemed to take pleasure in making him
happy, while before you took delight in
making him miserable."
"Dwight looked gratified and pleased
while his mother was saying these things.
"But then, in the course of the after-
noon," she continued, "the old malignant
heart seemed to come back again. When
I came down to see the mole, I found you
in such a state of mind as to take pleasure
in Caleb's suffering. You wanted to prove
that he had told a lie, and looked disap-
pointed when I shewed you that he had not.
Then you wanted to prove he had disobeyed

me, when, after all, you knew very well that
he had not."
"0, mother," said Dwight.
"Yes, Dwight, I am very sorry to have
to say so; but you undoubtedly had no real
belief that Caleb had done wrong. Suppose
I had told you I was going to punish him
for disobeying me in retreating to the brook,
should you have thought that it would have
been right?"
Why, no, mother," said Dwight.
"You would have been shocked at such
an idea. And now don't you see that all
your attempts to prove that he had done
wrong, was only the effect of the ill-will
you felt towards him at the time. It was
malice triumphing over your judgment and
your sense of right and wrong. I told you,
you know, that your resolutions would not
reach the case."
"Well, mother, I am determined," said
Dwight, very deliberatively and positively,
"that I never will tease or trouble Caleb
any more "

"The evil is not so much in teasing and
troubling Caleb, as in having a heat capable
of taking any pleasure in it. That is the
great difficulty.
Well, mother, I am determined I never
will feel any pleasure in his trouble again."
I am afraid that won't depend altogether
upon the determination you make. For in-
stance, when you went to Caleb to-day, and
kindly tried to persuade him to go down,
and offered to carry his rocking-chair for
him, your heart was then in a state of love
towards him. Do you think you could
then, by determination, have changed it
from love to hate, and begun to take plea-
sure in teazing him ?"
Dwight remembered how kindly and plea-
santly he had felt towards Caleb at that
time, and he thought that it would have
been impossible for him then to have found
any pleasure in tormenting him; and so he
said, No, mother, I cbuld not."
And so, when you are angry with a per-
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son, and your heart is in a state of ill-will
and malice towards him, does it seem to you
that you can merely by a determination
change it all at once, and begin to be
filled with love, so as to feel pleasure in his
happiness ?"
Dwight was silent at first; he presently
answered, faintly, that he could not.
"And if you cannot change your heart
by your mere determination at the time, you
certainly cannot by making one general
determination, now beforehand, for all time
to come."
Dwight saw his helpless condition, and
weighed. After a pause, he said,
"Mother, it seems to me you are discou-
raging me from trying to be a better boy."
No, Dwight; but I don't want you to
depend on false hopes that must only end
in your disappointment. Your determina-
tion will help in not indulging the bad feel-
ings; but I want to have your heart chang-
ed so that you could not possibly have such

feelings. I hope mine is. I once shewed
the same spirit that you do ; but now I don't
think it would be possible for me to take
any pleasure in teasing Caleb, or you, or
I hope," added Madam Rachel, that
God will give you a benevolent and tender
heart, so that there shall be no tendency in
you to do wrong. He will change yours, if
you pray to him to do it. In fact, I hope,
and sometimes I almost believe, that he has
begun. I do not think you wouldhave gone
to Caleb to-day so pleasantly, and acknow-
ledged your fault, as you did by your actions,
and felt so totally different from what you
had done, if God had not wrought some
change in you. I have very often talked
with children about such faults, as plainly
and kindly as I did with you, and it pro-
duced no effect. When they went away, I
found, by their looks and actions after-
wards, that their hearts were not changed
at all. And so, Dwight," said she, "I have

not been saying this to discourage you, but
to make you feel that you need a greater
change than you can accomplish, and so to
lead you to God that you may throw your-
self upon him, and ask him, not merely to
help you in your determinations not to act
out your bad feelings, but to change the
very nature of them, or rather, to carry on
the change, which I hope he has begun.
Dwight remembered, while his mother
was talking, how full his heart had been of
kindness and love to Caleb, while he was
helping him that afternoon, and he perceiv-
ed clearly that he had not produced that
state of mind by any of his own determina-
tions that he would feel so before he actual-
ly did. He remembered how happy he had
been at that time, and how discontented
and miserable after he had been troubling
Caleb; and he had a feeling of strong de-
sire that God would change his heart, and
make him altogether and always benevolent
and kind.


Now, it happened that Caleb had not un-
derstood this conversation very well, and he
began to be weary and uneasy. Besides
just about this time he began to recollect
something about his grandmother's begin-
ning a story for him, when she took him up
in her lap, after he came in from the mole.
So, when he noticed that there was a pause
in the conversation, he said,
Grandmother, you promised to tell me
a story about blind Samuel."
So I did," said his grandmother smil-
ing, and I began it; butbefore I got through
you got fast asleep."
David and Dwight laughed, and so in fact
did Caleb; and Madam Rachel then said
that if he would tell David and Dwight
the story as far as she had gone, she would
finish it.
Well," said Caleb, I will. Once there
was a blind boy, and his name was Samuel ;
and, you see, he was going through the
woods, and his father was with him. And

his father walked along, and he walked
along, and it was stony, and he said he
would do just what his father said, because
his father knew best,-and-and so he took
hold of the string again."
"What string ?" said Dwight.
"Why, it was his father's string," said
Caleb, eagerly, looking up into Dwight's
"What did he have a string for 2" said
"Why to lead him along by," said
"Yes-but why did not he take hold of
his father's hand ?" asked Dwight.
"Why,-why,-there was a snake in the
road, I believe,-wasn't there, grandma,
His grandmother smiled,-for Caleb had
evidently got bewildered, in his drowsiness,
so that he had not a very distinct recollec-
tion of the story. She, therefore, began
again, and told the whole, When she got

to the place where she left off before, that
is, to the place Samuel heard a splash in the
water, Dwight started up, and asked,
"What was it ?"
"A stone, I suppose," said David,
No," said Madam Rachel, "it was only
the end of the stem of a small tree, which
Samuel's father was trying to fix across the
brook, so that he could lead his blind boy
over. It was lying upon the ground, and
he took it and raised it upon its end, near
the edge of the bank, on one side, and then
let it fall over, in hopes that the other end
would fall upon the opposite bank. But it
did not happen to fall straight across, and
so the end fell into the water, and this was
the noise that Samuel heard.
He drew the stick back again, and then
contrived to raise it on its end once more;
and this time he was more successful. It
fell across, and so extended from bank to

bank. In a few minutes he succeeded in
getting another by its side, and then he
came back to Samuel.
'Samuel,' said he, 'I have built a
"'A bridge said Samuel.
"'Yes,' said he, 'a sort of abridge; and
now I am going to try to lead you over.'
"'But, father, I am afraid.'
'You said you' would trust yourself
entirely to me, and go wherever I should
Well, father,' said Samuel, I will.
You know best, after all.'
"So Samuel took hold of his father's
hand, and, with slow, and very careful
steps, he got over the roaring torrent, and
then they soon came out into a broad smooth
road, and so got safely home.
"Now, Caleb," continued Madam Ra-
chel, after she had finished her story, "do
you remember what I meant to teach you
by this story?"

"Yes, Grandmother; you said that I was
like blind Samuel, and that God knew what
was best for me, and that I must let him
lead me wherever he pleases."
Yes; and what was it that you said that
reminded me to tell you the story ?"
I said that I wished that I was well and
strong, like the other boys."
"Yes," said his grandmother, I do not
think you said it in a fretful or impatient
spirit; but I thought that this story of
Samuel would help to keep you patient
and contented."
Yes, grandmother, it does," said Caleb.




A WEEK after this, Caleb had his whip to
mend. He had broken off the lash, by whip-
ping in sticks and little pieces of drift-wood
to the mole, David and Dwight worked a
little every day upon the mole, and had car-
ried it out pretty far into the stream, and
had almost finished the lower branches of
the Y. So, one morning, after the boys had
gone to school, and Caleb had had his read-
ing lesson, he sat down upon the steps of
the door, behind the house, and began to
tie on his lash with a piece of twine which
Mary Anna had given him.
Behind the house where Caleb's grand-
mother lived, there was a lane which led to
the pasture. At the head of the lane, where


you entered it from the yard, were a pair of
bars. While Caleb was mending his whip,
he accidentally looked up, and noticed that
the bars were down.
"There, Mr. Raymond," said Caleb,
talking to himself, as he went on winding
his twine round and round the whip-handle;
' for onoe in your life, you have been care,
less. You have left your bars down. Now
we shall have the cattle all let out, unless I
go and stop the mischief."
Caleb thought he would go and put the
bars up again, as soon as he had tied the
ends of his twine; but before he got quite
ready, he heard a noise, as of something
coming in the lane. He could not seedown
the lane far, from the place where he sat,
for the barn was in the way. But he won-
dered what could be coming, and he looked
towards the bars, and sat waiting for it to
In a moment, the head and horns of a
great oZ came iitq view, and, immediately


after, the body of the ox himself, walking
slowly along towards the bars.
There now," said Caleb, "there comes
Lion, and he'll get away." So he jumped
up, and ran towards the ox a few steps,
brandishing his whip, and shouting out to
drive him back. Old Lion, however, seem-
ed to pay no attention, but came steadily
forward, stepping carefully over the ends of
the bars, and then, advancing a little way
into the yard, began quietly to feed upon
the grass. Before Caleb got over his sur-
prise at the entire indifference which old
Lion seemed to feel towards him and his
whip, he heard the bars rattling again, and
looking there, he saw Star, Lion's mate,
following on.
0 dear me," said Caleb, "what shall I
do? All our oxen are getting away, I'll
run and call Raymond."
So he began to shout out RAYMOND,"
as loud as he could call; and immediately
afterwards, he heard Raymond's voice an.


swering just down the lane and, looking
that way, he saw him coming over the bars
himself, as if he had been following the
oxen along up the lane.
Raymond, Raymond," he cried out,
"come quiet; all your oxen are getting
"0, no," said Raymond, quietly, as he
was putting up the bars after the oxen," they
cannot get away-I have fastened the outer
Then Caleb looked around and observed
that the outer gate was fastened, so that they
could not get out of the yard.
O, very well," said he. I did not
know you were driving them up ;" and so
be quietly returned to his seat, and went on
playing with his whip. Raymond, in the
mean time, proceeded to yoke up the cattle.
"Raymond," said Caleb, at length.
"where are you going with the cattle t"
Out into the woods," said Raymond.
What are you going todointhe woods"
said Caleb.

"I am going to make a piece offence."
"May I go with you?"
"I don't think you can help me much
about the fence," said Raymond.
I can pull bushes along," said Caleb.
Raymond made no reply, but began to
drive the oxen towards a cart that was stand-
ing in a corner of the yard, and, after a
few minutes, Caleb renewed his request
Raymond, I wish you would let me go
with you."
Well-it is just as your grandmother
says," replied Raymond.
So Caleb ran to ask his grandmother;
and she came to the window, andenquired
of Raymond how long he expected to be
gone. He said it would take him more
than half a day to make the piece of fence,
and he was going to take his dinner with
him. This was an objection to Caleb's
going; but yet his grandmother concluded
on the whole to consent. So they put up
some bread and butter, and some apples,

with Raymond's dinner, for Caleb. These
things were all put in paper parcels, and
the parcels put into a bag, which was thrown
into the bottom of the cart.
Then Caleb wanted to take his hatchet.
His grandmother thought it would not
be safe.
I'll be very careful," said he : "and if I
don't have my hatchet, how can I help to
make the fence?"
Raymond smiled, and Madam Rachel
seemed at a loss to know what to say.
"It won't do,-will it Raymond 1" said
He might cut himself" said Raymond.
"But there is a small key-hole saw in
the barn, that I filed up the other day.
Perhaps he might have that, to saw the
bushes down with."
Can you saw, Caleb ?" said his grand-
"Not very well," said Caleb, looking
somewhat disappointed; "the saw sticks

I can set it pretty rank," said Ray-
mond, speaking to Madam Rachel at the
window, "and then, I think, he can make
it run smooth."
Madam Rachel did not understand what
Raymond meant by setting it rank, and so
she said,
How will that help it, Raymond?"
"Why, then it will cut a wide kerf,"
said Raymond, "and so the back will fol-
low in easily."
She did not understand from this much
better than she did before; but, as she had
great confidence in Raymond, she conclu-
ded to let him manage in his own way. She
accordingly told him that he might fix the
saw, and take Caleb with him.
So Raymond went out into the barn, and
took down the saw from a nail. The teeth
looked bright and sharp.
"Why, Raymond, how sharp it looks.
And the teeth are of different shape from
what they were before."

"Yes," said Raymond, I have made a
cutting saw of it."
"A cutting saw?" said Caleb. "Can
you cut with a saw ? I thought they always
sawed with a saw."
I mean, cut across the grain," said
Raymond, smiling. "When a saw is filed
so as to saw along the board, then it is call-
ed a splitting saw; but when it is to saw.
across the board, then I call it a cutting saw*
Caleb looked carefully at the teeth, so as
to see how the teeth of a cutting saw were
shaped. And while he looked on, he obser-
ved that Raymond had a little instrument in
his hand, and he took hold of the first tooth
of the saw with it, and bent it over a little
to one side, and then he took hold of the
next one, and bent it over to the other side;
and so he went on, bending them alternate-
ly to the right and left, until he passed
along from one end of the saw to the other.
"There," said he, "that is set pretty

What do you mean by that ?" said Ca-
leb, as he followed Raymond out of the barn.
"Why, the teeth are set off, a good way,
each side, and it will cut a good wide kerf;
and so your saw will run easy."
By this time they had reached the cart.
Raymond took hold of Caleb under the
arms, and jumped him up into the cart be-
hind, and then handed him his saw. Then
he put in an axe and an iron bar for him-
self, and one or two spare chains; and then
he went to open the great gate. Just at
this moment, Mary Anna appeared at the
window, and said,
Caleb, are you going into the woods ?'
"Yes," said Caleb.
Then, if you see any good, smooth birch
bark, won't you bring me home some !"
"I will," said Caleb; and then Ray-
mond opened the gate, and started the oxen
on. Caleb stood up in front, holding on by
a stake, and wondering all the while what
Raymond could mean by a kerf

One would think that he might have
known by the connection in which Raymond
used it,-for he said that he had bent the
teeth out so as to make the saw cut a good
wide kerf, and so he might have supposed
that the kerf was the cut in the wood which
a saw makes in going in. The reason why
boys find it so difficult to saw, is because
the teeth do not generally spread very much,
and so the kerf is narrow. Still, the back
of the saw would run in it well enough,
without sticking, if they were to saw perfectly
straight. But they generally make the saw
twist or wind a little, and then the back of
the saw rubs upon one side or the other; and
sticks. Now, Raymond's plan was tomake
the teeth set off, each side, so far as to make
the kerfvery wide, and then he thought that
Caleb would be able to make it go, espe-
cially as the saw was very narrow.
Raymond got into the cart, and took his
seat upon a board which passed across from
side to side, and they rode along.

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