After remaining out for some days and nights, with no shelter but such as was afforded by the friendly boughs of large forest trees, and without food, they became nearly famished.  At last, the head of the family, unable to endure the agony of beholding his wife and children starving to death before his face, and he not able to render the needed relief, withdrew to a place by himself, that he might not witness the sad death of his loved ones.  With his back against a large oak, he had been seated only a short time, when his eldest little daughter, not quite ten years old, came to him and exclaimed: 

“Father, father, I have found such a precious text in my little Testament, which I brought to the mountain with me, for very joy I could not stop to read it to mother, but hastened to you with it.  Please listen while I read.”  To which he said: 

“Yes, my child, read it.  There is comfort to be found in the Scriptures.  We will not long be together on earth, and there could be no better way of spending our last mortal hours.”  To which she replied: 

“O, father, I believe that we will not die at this time; that we will not be permitted to starve; that God will surely send us relief; but do let me read.”  Then opening her dear little volume, at the ninth verse of the sixth chapter of Matthew, she read as follows: 

“’Our Father, which art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name; Thy kingdom come; Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven; give us this day our daily bread.’  O, father, to think that our dear Saviour Himself taught His disciples to pray for their daily bread.  These are His own words.  It is not possible, therefore, that He will allow any person to starve, who, in His own appointed language, asks Him for food.  Will He not, dear father, hear our prayers for bread?”

At once and forever the scales fell from the eyes of that parent.  With tears streaming down his cheeks, he clasped his child to his bosom, and earnestly repeated the Lord’s Prayer. He had scarcely finished it when a small dog ran to where he and his daughter were upon their knees, and barked so fiercely as to attract to the spot its owner, a wealthy Pennsylvania farmer, who was upon the mountain in search of cattle that he had lost for several days.  The kind-hearted tiller of the soil immediately piloted the suffering family to his own comfortable home, and properly provided for their wants.

A CHILD PRESERVED FROM WOLVES.

A little girl only nine years old, named Sutherland, living at Platteville, Col., was recently saved from death by ferocious forest wolves as follows:  The child went with her father on a cold afternoon to the woods to find the cattle, and was told to follow the calves home, while the father continued his search for the cows.  She did so, but the calves misled her, and very soon she became conscious that she was