Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1872-03-07

That few about 20 brave and bold.
When It was scarcely four weeks old7"
But stu the mother shook her head;
No, no, my dears, not yet, " she ssid.
before you SEQ tho world below,
Far bigger you win have to grow.
There's time enough to look for men;
And - for wrena-s wrcu's . wren.
What your freedom docs como late7
An eaglet can Afford to wait"
In Gods Care.
TRANSLATED FROM THE FRENCH.
One night, not long ago, when NJ
Hansen, q rich Swedish merchant, wal
visiting Pomerania with his son, he
took lodgings at a neat looking inn,
where many years before he had passed
three days. It had beenpleasant wealth
er then, but now the wind ragged fierce
", and the sea dashed itself into fury
The hardest men had abandoned the
coast, and, shivering with cold. had re
turned to their homes. Edmund, the
son of the merchant Hansen, went out
to look about him, wrapped in Il great
wooden cloak, but soon came in said
to the white-haired landlady:
What fearful weather, Mother Mar.
tens No one in his senses would ven.
tured on the sea just now"
That is true enough, young man :
no good would come Of it, replied the
old woman.
You could very easily weather such
a Storm" said Edmund, smiling.
"Such voyage as you once made il
not taken very often. My father has
told me about it. You are shielded
from wind and wave"
"Hush!" said the old woman: eve
are everywhere under the eye Of God.
Those whom He keeps are well kept. y
"That is true, Mother Martens, 1" OBJ
served the merchant. You have had
proof Of the divine power and goodness.
The storm is still raging; let us close
the shutters, and hear the story from
beginning to the end Edmund will
be pleased to know all about it,
do not like to speak of myself
said the woman; Zone should leave
that to others. However you are right,
sir; this narration may be useful to
the young gentleman, and as there is
nothing more to be done outside, ! will
tell you how God gave me q proof of
his watchful care"
At these words. the good woman
closed the shutters, pnt the kettle on
the fire, and when the water was hot
and the tea served she began:
"You see, sir, I am an old woman.
have lived many long years in this
strange country but the day I left my
own land is as distinct in my memory
as If it was yesterday. The cabin Of
my parents was situated on the seacoast
in the southern part of Sweden. !
have never known riches. Our greatest
treasure was COW, spotted black and
white. We had raised her, and she was
very precious to us. It was my bust.
ness to lead her every day to pasture.
In summer it was very pleasant. but
not so in winter. My father was q
fisherman, and when the snow covered
the county and the sea was fiozen over,
we suffered much. Once we might
have died of hunger if not for the
COW. The poor creature was the object
of all our care. One time the winter
was more severe than usual, the snow
was piled up all around our cottage,
and l, scarcely sixteen years old, loneed
for the spring as bird for the sun. At
last, one cold, foggy, misty day, the
sun drew me to the door, and I led ou1
COW along the shore, where, here and
there at the foot ofthe dunes we've some
tufts of grass. The COW bounded With
Joy, and I was truly happy. Suddenly
she ran towards the sea, which vas
covered with thick ice, that cracked
and broke as she moved over it. She
reached large cake of ice, and, stand.
ing on it, attempted to drink. I had
gone with her. kept close to her side.
and saw in the distance great blocks of
ice carried away by the tide. Imme.
dlately l felt the ice under us move.
called to the cow and tried to drive her
to the shore, but she had not drunk
enough and would not stir. I cried
aloud I seized the COW and drew he1
With all my strength; and.
Q most mighty God! the
ice on which were, separated from the
shore and began to Drift out tovardt
the open sea. To right and left, before
and behind, the ice was carried away.
looked around-I was going farthe,
and farther from the land. I vae
numb with fear. The ice collected Fl
heaps as It moved slowly or heavily
along that on which we were. Aoatea
as q small boat. The COW shook vith
cold. The swift tide pressed on us and
drove us ahead. Night came on. The
sun set long ago, and now it was black
night. The waves broke on our ice.
cake. l fell on my knees-I PRAYED.
The COW had lain down. stretched
myself close to her this warmed me.
Then l thought of my father and moth.
er, who would look for me 80 anxious
~, 1 was filed with grief, and slept.
exhausted from fatigue. In the middle
OF the night I awoke shivering and nav
teeth chattering. Oh what q spectacle
was before me +! On all sides where INV
eyes rested, nothing but water. notbino
but the dreadful sea The stor;es ahon5
water elves or fairies that I had heard
tolo ny sailors came to my mind.
seemed TO see monsters and phantoms
come from the bottom of the abyss.
tancied saw strange figures floatina
ike clouds toward me. Then I shut
my eyes and prayed again. When
opened them 1 saw bright star abe Id
looked again. II was light, and 4
surely moved A boat with men in 4
was coming toward us 'ONannette |
cried, stand up It seemed to m,
she ought to shout for Joy, but tn,
poor shlvering creature did not move
MY fingers were numb and stiff. but ]
tore of my apron and waved it in tn,
air, then-then-"
"Then," interrupted Edmund, will
glowing eagerness, "they reached 70,
and took you home-you and Nan
nette!"
II do not quite know how it was.
said the old woman, whose eyes wer,
filed with tears. II remember onl,
voices, and then finding myself on !;
big ship, and then being home aeai,
IN the dear cottage, and father THANK
ing the blessed God and rubbing Nan
nette, and then the harp,est momen
when father said % M daughter!
felt sure you would pray, and Go,
would hear you Young man! will
the dear God to listen, I was as safe O.
that open sea as I am now by thi
bright, warm fire."
"Ay. ay!" said the merchant ouie,
.n ana the h1,s son. looking intently at tn
uonCAH6 DiaAe. Sa1O, ~ thank YOU
Madam Martens. y Hearth and Hmm
knftting-vVork.
BY GENIE n. WILDE.
Let Others IDENTIFY tat and embroide,
nor deign tolook at my poorer knitting
work to me it is source of ores
comfort always varying it's sympathy t.
suit the mood in which it may lind me