The Wyandot pioneer. (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1853-1868, 1854-06-08
From the Little Pilgrim.
MlTTIE, THE BLIND CHILD.

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From the Little Pilgrim.
MlTTIE, THE BLIND CHILD.
By MARY IRVING.
Did you ever thank God for your eyes,
dear children? Those two bright, clear,
happy eyes, that He has given to drink in
the pleasant sunshine, the beauty of the
flowers, the glory of the rainbow. and the
sweetness of your dear mothers smile !
Listen, now, to the story of a child to
whom He never gave eyes to look upon
any Of these beautiful things.
II was on sunshiny morning-some-
where in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean
that q gentleman, whom sea-sickness
had imprisoned in the state room since the
first roll of the ship, took courage, from
cup of coffee and the calmness of the sea,
to crawl upon deck As he stood at the
head of the narrow stairway, clutching o
rope to support his tottering steps, he
heard glad child's laugh. Looking up.
he saw a little girl. about FIVE years old,
quite at her ease, on the turning and roll
ling floor, trying to "jump rope with a
knotted end of ship rigging, which had
been given her by an old sailor. The
brisk breeze had frightened her cheeks,
and curled her flowing hair in no orderly
manner. Mr.. L. thought of his own little
daughter over the ocean, and his eyes
filed
Come 10 me. my dear" he kindly call
ed. reaching his hand towars the child.
She stopped her play, looked up as
though half frightened. half astonished;
and then began carefully to creep toward
the outstretched hand. He lifted her to
his lap and kissed her coral lips.
Whose girl are you ?" he inquired.
Pm nobody's little girl" she replied,
in a touching tone. Only God takes care
ofme--and sometimes Catpain l."
How, where is your mamma ?"
Mamma is Burrampooter, I'm not her
little girl any MORE" here a tear rolled
down her cheek. "I'm going to New
York" she said, 'tto be unele's little girl.
But New York is great way off, isn't it,
sir ?"
"Not very long way, my child-you
will soon see your uncle!''
II can't see sir" she said, softly.
Mr.. L. started, and looked down into
those bright. dark, intelligent eyes. Alas!
it was too true! they were darkened win
dows, through which the soul could never
lookl
"Mittie hey, Mittie!" called bluff
voice. as the captains vanished hat sp-
peared from behind the mast. "Eh,
birdie, what new nest have you found!''
With start and bound, Mittie jump
ed into his rough arms, and laid her
check upon the shoulder of his shaggy
coat sleeve.
Soho. shipmste," confined the cap
tain, addressing Mr.. L., "you are aloft at
last. Nothing like stiff nor'wester for
taking the starch out Of you landsfolk;"
and be laughed.
"But this little girl. Captain l., how
happens she to be alone on the wide world
ofwaters p
"Cant say" returned the captain, with
adubious shake of his shining hat. "She's
stray waif that I picked up on the Liver
pool docks. Don't know her belongings:
she was labelled for New York, it seems.
Her name-what's the balance of it, sea-
bird ?" he asked.
"Mittie Wythc Hamilton" lisped the
child, who had already found her way
back to her bit ofrope, and sat against the
ships railing, tossing up her hands at
every new dash of spray. II was named
for Uncle Wythe. and he told mamma to
send me-" Her face clouded for an in
slant, then frightened again in the sun.
shine.
Poor blind petl SO far as can make
out her story from one thing and another,
she is the child of missionaries in India.
Poor creatures. they could not bring her
over themselves, and I dare say she was
getting no good in that heathcnish land;
SO it seems they put her into charge of an
English lady, name I've forgotten, who
set out to join her husband, somewhere
IN Canada. But she sickened and died
before the barque Sally reached England,
and the poor thing was left friendless.-
Wha t the captain nd mate of Sally wer