re, for
the sea was so turbulent that their strength was as nothing to it; and
the difficulty was greatly increased by the loss of the oars, which had
been broken. They made the best use of the two remaining, and they
hoisted their small sails, but the wind was against them; and if their
hearts had not been very brave, they must have quailed then. But there
was One who watched them, as long ago He watched His followers "toiling
in rowing," and He cared for the courageous men who had gone out over
the waters to save human life, and He helped them in this hour of their
need. After a severe struggle, they reached the shore; and never were
weary mariners more thankful to feel the friendly land under their feet
than they were.
Mrs. Darling, Grace, and the others, had been watching them with
intense anxiety, and they were on the beach, ready to welcome their
return.
"We have brought the poor fellow off the rock, and landed him safely;
but there is not much life left in him, I fancy," said Robert.
"I hope we may restore him. Bring him in carefully," said Grace. "He
may have been sent to us for our help and compassion--a Christmas
stranger!"
Did she think how, in return for their hospitality, the Saviour would
himself say, "Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of
these, my brethren, ye have done it unto Me!"
The sailor was soon laid in a warm bed, and restoratives were given to
him. For a long time, however, the Darlings feared that their efforts
would be in vain, but, after much patience and perseverance, he began
to revive. The women of the household had now plenty of occupation,
and Grace was one of the chief nurses of the forlorn shipwrecked man.
Every kindness and attention was heaped upon him; and the festive
season received just the pathetic touch it always wants to bring out
the love of happy hearts towards those who are sad and wretched.
The Christmas was over, and the brothers and sisters had gone back to
their various situations and occupations on the mainland before the man
was sufficiently recovered to leave his temporary home on the
Longstone. When he began to recover he had a relapse, and a low fever
set in, which lasted for some time. As soon as he was able to give an
account of himself he related a most pathetic tale, which quite touched
the heart of the gentle, humane Grace, who had questioned him.
"My name, Miss? It is Logan, and I was born at Nithdale, in Scotland.
I th
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