The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1859-08-10
BREAD UPON THE WATERS.

The night was cold, and dark, and gusty );
storm clouds were gathering thickly over
head, and the ground beneath was lev, af-
fording insecure fantlng to the weary travel.
fer trudging patiently and slowly, as lie had
done since early dawn. lie was not ynung
aud app a-ed feeble, AMI stopped occrson-
ally, pressing his hand to his side as If in
pain, weakness and cold. he still toiled on
as one desirOus of reaching home. Home
Had he home Two hours had certainly
elapsed since night had thrown her vail upon
the earth. when, overcome by the bitter,
biting wind, he sunk at last into huge snow.
drift nv the wayside, and in feeble accents
PRAYED aloud 10 God IN his anguish for her
whose whole earthly stay he was, and :" lie
who heareth the popr when they cry unto
( Him answered the prayer Of the ,esolate.
1 A farmers boy clme whistling merrily
along, and like the gn1d Samaritan, stopped
al the sight Of suffering humanity.
/ Nhy do YOU lie here, sir : The night
is so cold that one must move 10 keep from
freezing. Come, will help you" -a
alt is useless. am too tired. too faint to
n anv further" s,
a few rods further is my home. can
help YOU walk so lar, and there you can get
rested and warmed"
i llayerhill Iii ! could have reached 'Nere
but I--have-no mpre strength !" and again
his anguish burst forth /" y wife oh, God
nv poor. poor wife y
The b0y threw a strong arm around the
man and raised him 10 his feet. but his limbs
obeyed no longer his will and he sank again
upon the ground. For a moment stood oui
good Samaritan. as in thought; then strip
ping off his o,crcoat and wrapping il arounI
; the iallen one, with hopeful. " I'LL be bacI
soon, don't moye," he hurried away swiltll
toward home, and as he paused on the thresh
old 10 shake of the snnw from his feet, b,
thanked God that be was not wanderer.
The New England Kitchen, with It's pew
er.iilled dresser, rejecting aud mnltlplyin,
I the genial blaze Of the log -heaped fire. place
! il high bac ked rush. .bnttomeh chairs gratin
as they we're moved oser the neatly sande,
iiuor: its massive beam running midway Q
g the ceiling across the room, aud us man
doors, leading to all sorts of rooms and stair
{ ways, is picture familiar to many. Th
b farmer. too, stout and tall, with cheeks blush
$ ed by the sun, and huge hands srowned an
? hardened by honest toll, with heart as stnu
u and huge, but not hard except in outwar
!, seeming Such kitchen stepped our yout
j into. and such man sat IN the warme.
: corner Of Just such fire place, and lOokin
at the new comcr's glowing cheeks, SAL
pleasantly:
{ "rhe wind gives You good color. boy"
!. "Yes, iather," rubbing his cheek, {" the
u do burn sOme-lather
c HWell."
!. 81 heard YOU tell Jones to-day you coul
d trust me with all you had will you trust N
e with old Moll, to.nighti"
e $50 you have ears, sir. Well, what do 20
/. want with Moll !"
:. "'ro 20 TO Hsyerhill."
a "It;s freezing night. boy"
u 81 know that, sir--but will you not trui
e me -
Il After a long pause: Yes, Moses, 70
d shall have old Mull to 70 TO lla'erhill," sal
the father: but, remember, Tomorrow
work must be DONE"
D, "If You have any fault TO find to.morro
II night, don't trust me again." and the bo!
!. turning to the cupboard beneath the dresser
!. buttered generous slice Of bread. then le
to the room with small pitcher, and returne
]. with il brimming full of cider. his fath'
II closely noting all as he smoked away at ,
" pipe, the New England farmers inseparab
b, companion. Moses next went and harnesse'
u then returned 70 the Kitchen for the brea
< and cider.