Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1869-06-18

A Real Hero.
applause.
A SCENE AT SEA.

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Two weeks ago on board an English steam
or a little ragged boy, aged nine years, was
discovered on the fourth day Of tho outward
voyage from Liverpool to Now York, and car.
rled before the first mate, whose duty it was
to deal with such cases. When questioned
as to tho object of his being slowed away, and
who brought him on board, the boy, who had
a beautiful sunny face and eyes that looked
like the very mirrors Of truth, replied that
his stcpfathcr did it, because ho could not af.
ford to keep him, nor to pay his passage out
to Halifax, where he had an aunt who was
we'll oft, and to whose house he was going
Tho mate did not believe the story, in spite
of tho winning faco and truthful accents of
the boy. He had seen too much of stow-avays
to be easily deceived by them, he said and it
was his firm conviction that tho boy had boon
brought on board and provided with food BY
sailors
The little fellow was very roughly handled
in consequence. Day by day he was ques-
toned and requcstioncd, but always with the
same result. He did not know a sailor on
board, and his father alone had seoreted him
and given him the food which he ate.
At last the mate, woariod the boys persis.
tcnoe in tho same story, and perhaps a little
anxious, to in inculpate the sailors, seized him
ono day by the COLLAR and dragging him to
the fore, told him that unless he confessed
the truth in ton minutes from that time he
would hang him on tho yard arm. He then
made him sit down under it on the deck. All
around him wore tho passengers and sailors
of tho midday watch, and in front of him
stood tho inexorable mate, with his ohronom.
eter in his hand, and tho other officers of the
ship by his side. 1t was the finest sight, said
our informant, that 70 had ever beheld-to sec
the ralc, proud, sorrowful face of that noble
boy, his head orrect, his beautiful eyes bright
through the tears that suFused them. When
eight minutes had fled, the mato told him he
had but two minutes to live. and advised him
to speak tho truth and save his life bnt he
replied, with tho utmost simplicity and sim
cercity, by asking tho mato if he might
pray.
Ehe mate said nothing, but nodded his
head, and turned as palo as IA ghost, and shook
with trembling like a rood with the wind
And there, all eyes turned on him,
this bravo and noble little follow, this poor
wall from society owned not, and whose own
stopfathcr could not care for him-thoro he
knelt with claspcd hands and Dyes appraised
to Heaven, while no repeated audily the
Lords Prayer, and prayed tho doar Lord Je.
sus to take him to heaven.
Our informant adds that there then occurr:
cd a sccno as Of Pontecost. Sobs broke from
strong, hards hearts, as tho mate sprang for.
ward to tho boy and elapsed him to his bosom,
and kissed him and blessed him, and told,him
how sincerely he now believed his story, and
how glad no was that no had been brave
enough to face death and DO willing, to saori
tieo his life, for the truth Of his own world.
The human heart is like a milestone in /,
mill-~when you put the whoabunder it it turn
and grinds and breaks the wheat into -four
IL you put 10 wheat IN it grinda on, but ther
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