Saved at Sea eBook

Amy Catherine Walton
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 56 pages of information about Saved at Sea.

Saved at Sea eBook

Amy Catherine Walton
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 56 pages of information about Saved at Sea.

‘We ought to look up some of her relations, it seems to me,’ said Jem.  ‘She’s sure to have some, somewhere.’

‘And how are we to find them out?’ asked my grandfather.

’Oh, the captain can soon make out for us what ship is missing, and we can send a line to the owners; they’ll know who the passengers was.’

‘Well,’ said my grandfather, ’maybe you’re right, Jem; we’ll see what they say.  But, for my part, if them that cares for the child is at the bottom of that sea, I hope no one else will come and take her away from us.’

’If I hadn’t so many of them at home—­’began Millar.

‘Oh yes, my lad, I know that,’ said my grandfather, interrupting him; ’but thy house is full enough already.  Let the wee lassie come to Alick and me.  She’ll be a nice little bit of company for us; and Mary will see to her clothes and such like, I know.’

‘Yes, that she will,’ said her husband.  ’I do declare she has been crying about that child the best part of the day!  She has indeed!’

My grandfather followed Jem’s advice, and told Captain Sayers, when he came in the steamer the next Monday, the whole story of the shipwreck, and asked him to find out for him the name and address of the owners of the vessel.

Oh, how I hoped that no one would come to claim my little darling.  She became dearer to me every day, and I felt as if it would break my heart to part with her.  Every night, when Mrs. Millar had undressed her, she knelt beside me in her little white nightgown to ‘talk to God,’ as she called praying.  She had evidently learnt a little prayer from her mother, for the first night she began of her own accord

  ‘Jesus, Eppy, hear me.’

I could not think at first what it was that she was saying; but Mrs. Millar said she had learnt the hymn when she was a little girl, and she wrote out the first verse for me.  And every night afterwards I let the child repeat it after me,—­

  ’Jesus, tender Shepherd, hear me,
    Bless Thy little lamb to-night,
  Through the darkness be Thou near me,
    Keep me safe till morning light.’

I thought I should like her always to say the prayer her mother had taught her.  I never prayed myself—­my grandfather had never taught me.  I wondered if my mother would have taught me if she had lived.  I thought she would.

I knew very little in those days of the Bible.  My grandfather did not care for it, and never read it.  He had a large Bible, but it was always laid on the top of the chest of drawers, as a kind of ornament; and unless I took it down to look at the curious old pictures inside, it was never opened.

Sunday on the island was just the same as any other day.  My grandfather worked in the garden, or read the newspaper, just the same as usual, and I rambled about the rocks, or did my lessons, or worked in the house, as I did every other day in the week.  We had no church or chapel to go to, and nothing happened to mark the day.

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