tried again, and after a long time they got to the ship. Then some of
us got into the boat, and the men rowed us to the shore. After that,
the boat went back to the ship again, and got the rest of the men.

But I have not told the best of the story yet. When we all got into
the house, where it was warm, we told the fishermen that they were
very good to come and help us get away from the ship. We thanked them
very much. And then they told us that we must not thank them; and they
pointed to a little boy about as old as you are, I guess. "There,"
they said, "that little boy is the one to thank. We should not have
gone, if it had not been for him. We were afraid the waves would dash
over the boat, and that we should be drowned. We did not dare to go.
But this good boy said, 'Do go! oh, do go! The poor men in the ship
will get drowned, if you do not go. I will go if my father will let
me. I do not think father's boat will get lost. God will not let us
drown, if we go and try to save the men.'" Well, the boy said so much,
that the fishermen told him they would go, and they did go.

This little boy's name was George, and this is the one that I told you
we all liked so well. The captain was so pleased with him, that he
asked his father to let the little boy come and sail in his ship. His
father said he wished his boy to be a sailor, and the boy wanted to be
a sailor, too; and that if the captain would be kind to him, little
George might go. So he went, and he was the very best boy I ever saw
in my life. He used to talk to the sailors; and when they did wrong,
when they said bad words, he would tell them it was naughty, and God
would not love them if they did so. The sailors did not get angry with
him, because they all saw that little George was good and kind, and
that he wanted to do them good. I know of a good many sailors who
stopped swearing, because little George told them, in his kind way,
that he could not bear to hear them swear, and that God would not love
them if they did so.

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[Illustration: Rocks in the Sea.]

THE WRECK.

The captain of this ship--the same one that loved little George so
well--was drowned not long after that. My little friends, I cannot
help crying when I think that this good captain, who used to be so
kind to the sailors, was lost at sea. I was not in the ship at the
time. I was in another ship. I got sick of catching whales, so I did
not want to go in a whale-ship any