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THE VINEYARD ON THE HILLSIDE
 Many years ago, in a quaint little village bordering
the bank of the
Rhine River, there lived a hard-working farmer, named
Joseph Swift, and
his industrious wife, Caroline.
Their neat little white cottage stood very near the
edge of the water,
where on the bright, sunny days it was beautifully
reflected. On one
side of the cottage, there jutted out into the river a
overgrown with grapevines which Joseph had planted, and
which as a
result of training and watchfulness yielded him
abundant fruit. South of
the house, there stretched a field, bordered on all
sides by leafy
shrubbery. This plot of ground was used by Mrs. Swift
as a bleachery,
and through her industry and carefulness she succeeded
in making her
linen snow-white, so that all the housewives of that
neighboring town brought her their linens to bleach.
In this way Joseph Swift and his good little wife
earned their daily
bread and a little more to lay by for time of need.
 A big brown dog guarded the bleachery during the
spring and summer
months; but in the early fall, when the grapes were
transferred his attention to the vineyard. During the
entire year, and
particularly in the long winter months, the house was
The little family lived happily and contentedly in
simplicity and love.
These good people found their greatest joy and richest
earth in their five little children. The youngest was a
baby, less than
a year old. They trained them with the greatest care,
and taught them to
work and pray. The children had a living example of
uprightness in their parents. This happy household,
however, was soon to
experience a great change.
A cold, hard winter had set in and covered the fields
with many blankets of snow. The river had frozen; and
the people feared
that when the ice-floes and the immense quantity of
snow began to melt,
the river would overflow its banks.
Weeks passed and at last a thaw set in. The ice and
snow began to melt.
The brooks and rivulets swiftly carried the water to
the great river.
Joseph Swift and his family retired early one night,
and lay wrapped in
deep sleep. About midnight, the father's slumbers were
broken by the
tones of the village clock. As he became more and more
awake, he heard a
great splashing of water.
 Hastily jumping out of his bed, he seized his
clothing and rushed to
find out the cause of the disturbance. But so much
water had filled the
hall that for a moment it seemed as if he could go no
managed, however, to push along. As he opened the door
of the house, the
water rushed in with such force and volume that it
almost tore him from
his footing. He sprang back into the bed-room and
cried: "Oh, Caroline,
Caroline, help me save our children!"
Caroline, half awake, tumbled out of bed and wrapped a
each child. Then both parents made strides to reach the
vineyard on the
The water rushed against them with such violence that
they nearly sank
with their load. The night was dark, for the moon had
long since gone
under and heavy clouds obscured the stars. The rain was
torrents and a dreadful wind raged about them. The
water so filled the
streets and by-ways that the Swifts thought each moment
would be their
last. The children, half asleep, were crying loudly.
From each house
still louder cries reached their ears.
In the distance, lamps began to flash their lights.
Hundreds of people
could be seen striving with all their might to reach
the hill. On all
sides difficulties and dangers confronted them.
Near the low window of a little hut, there stood a
weeping mother with
her children. She passed
 them, one after the
other, to her husband, who
stood in water up to his waist and could scarcely keep
In another place, grown sons were carrying an invalid
with difficulty on account of their heavy burden. Some
brave, humane men
hurried along with boats and brought them safely to the
Mrs. Swift, with a child on each arm, was overthrown.
equally burdened with two other children, could render
assistance. Two stalwart men rushed toward her,
however, and brought
mother, children, and father to the neighboring hill.
Some men gathered sticks, and after many futile
attempts at last started
a fire on the hill, so that the drenched people might
As Mrs. Swift, breathless and in a half-dazed
condition, reached the
hill top, she looked at her children and uttered a loud
cry: "Where is
my baby, where is my Edward?" The child—the baby—who
had lain in a
cradle at the mother's bedside, was missing.
The water had rushed into the house in such volume that
the cradle had
begun to move, and was carried along gradually by the
force of the
water, till it passed out unnoticed through the open
door. The mother
had tried to reach the cradle in the darkness; but, not
finding it, she
had concluded that the father had taken the cradle
 and the baby to a
place of safety, and so she had given all her attention
to the other
children. But now, discovering her mistake, she wrung
her hands in grief
and cried pitifully. She started to return to her home
to seize her
child from so dreadful a fate, but the father held her
in his strong
"Stay," said he, "you could never reach our house
safely. The water is
rising too quickly and is too powerful. I will go and
rescue our child.
Our helpful neighbors will go with me."
"Yes, willingly," said the two men who had just helped
Armed with long poles which they could thrust into the
ground and with
which they could steady themselves, they started forth
by the light of a
All the people on the hill watched those three men
tremblingly. At last
the light died away in the distance. Still they looked,
could distinguish nothing. They only heard the dreadful
rushing of the
waters, the sighing of the winds, and from time to time
the crash of a
Mrs. Swift waited with bated breath for the return of
her husband and
his faithful assistants. An hour had passed and nothing
could be heard
or seen of them. Her fears increased each moment. At
last the father
returned, with saddened countenance. One of his
assistants said: "It was
 impossible to reach your house, my good woman; the
water was too deep.
We were in water up to our necks and were almost
Then the other man spoke up and said: "But don't give
up hope, for many
brave men have been helping, all along the way. Before
the water got the
upper hand, they went about with lanterns, rousing the
they have cared for the baby in its cradle."
Many people, laden with household goods, reached the
hill from time to
time, but the cradle never appeared and no one knew the
After the dreadful night, the dawn at last broke forth;
rain and storm
subsided; the clouds rolled away and the morning sun
horizon in flaming red.
From the people gathered about the fire, there arose a
dreadful cry of
dismay. By the morning light, they saw that half of
their village had
Mr. Swift's house, with many others, had been swept
away by the flood.
Many a house stood roofless and in a state of
People cried for the loss of their homes, but Mrs.
Swift cried for the
loss of her babe. "Though everything be gone," said
she, "I should care
not, had I but my child." Poor Mr. Swift, too, was more
his baby than about
 his other losses, and it was with a
that he controlled his feelings.
The children lamented the loss of their brother as well
as that of their
big pet dog, Rover.
Meanwhile, from the neighboring towns, many people had
come in boats,
brought the homeless ones provisions and clothing, and
shelter in their own homes. This was a great comfort
Mr. Swift accepted their hospitality for that night.
morning," said he, "I will try to reach my brother's
home, where I know
I can be housed with my family until the spring. Then I
will rebuild my
home and help my neighbors build theirs. Let us not
forget that if we
faithfully do our best, God will not forsake us.
Perhaps this calamity
may in time bring us some blessing."
THE FAITHFUL DOG
after the Swifts fled, on the night of the
flood, the walls of
their house had fallen with a thud, and only the strong
standing. By the time the house collapsed, the baby in
its cradle had
drifted many miles down the river, along the banks of
which much damage
had been wrought. The cradle passed a village which had
been built on an
eminence and had consequently escaped.
The villagers who had gathered near the shore saw
goods floating down the river; there a table, here a
chair, yonder a
trunk, and in one place even the entire roof of a
Two daring boys ventured to stand as near the water's
edge as possible,
in order to see things a little better. All of a sudden
one of the boys
cried: "Oh, see, there is a cradle afloat in
mid-stream!" The other boy,
whose sight was keener, shouted: "See, a dog is
swimming after it and is
trying to push it toward the shore!"
Several strong men standing near-by had long hooked
poles, and were
busily engaged dragging things out of the river. One of
them, a young
 fisherman, saw the cradle and cried: "A baby must be in
because the dog would not bother about an empty cradle.
up, let us try to save the child. Let not the fidelity
and bravery of a
dog put us to shame."
Notwithstanding the threatening danger of being crushed
to death by the
rushing ice-floes, the men launched a boat and jumped
into it. They
reached the cradle and discovered the child in it. They
and babe in their boat and brought them safely to land.
"They reached the cradle and discovered the child in it."
The people rushed forward and crowded around the cradle
to look at the
infant. Among the spectators were a gentleman and his
wife, named Trent.
"Oh, what a beautiful child," cried Mrs. Trent, as she
bent over the
baby. "See how peacefully it sleeps, not knowing
through what dangers it
has passed, not dreaming it has been saved."
Mrs. Trent had lately lost a dear little baby, so she
husband and said: "Do see how this babe resembles our
lost Isabel; and
it seems to be of the same age. Let me take this child,
and if its
parents cannot be found, I will be a mother to it."
Mr. Trent smiled pleasantly, nodded his head and said:
"Well, well, take
it. Let us not be less sympathetic than these three
men, and that
 By this time the poor dog had reached the shore,
and stood shaking the
water from his coat; so that the bystanders had to rush
aside to escape
a good wetting. Then he began to bark with joy and wag
springing first at this one, then at that one, as if to
thanks for the baby's rescue.
Mr. Trent noticed this, and said: "See how thankful
this dog is, and
human beings should never be less thankful." He took
some gold coins out
of his pocket, and handed two to each of the three
hesitated, not wishing to take the money. "What we have
done was purely
out of love for humanity and without any thought of
reward," said they.
Mr. Trent was pleased with them, and said: "Yes, I
realize how very noble it is of you to refuse a reward
self-sacrificing services, but I must insist that you
"Well, then," said the younger fisherman, "we will
accept the money and
help our poor brothers in the neighboring villages who
have suffered so
many losses during this flood."
The dog had now passed through the crowd. His loud
barks of joy had
awakened the babe, and it started to cry. Mrs. Trent
raised the child in
her arms and kissed it. It looked about as if it were
"You are looking for your mother," said she,
little do we know
where she is. Cry not, my dear, I will be your mother."
She then carried it into her house, while the two
with the cradle. The faithful dog did not wait for an
followed of his own accord.
THE FOND FOSTER-PARENTS
 Mrs. Trent hastily heated some milk, and with a small
spoon she fed the
foster-child. Then she dressed it in fine clothes which
had belonged to
Isabel, and brought it to Mr. Trent, saying: "See what
a beautiful babe
this is, with its golden, curly hair, blue eyes and red
fresh and healthy it looks. But now we have a weighty
matter to decide.
We do not know the baby's name and we must call it
something. Let us
take your name."
"Very well," said Mr. Trent, "we will adopt him and
call him Daniel
Trent. That is a very nice name. As God saved Daniel
out of the lion's
den, so He saved this child from a dreadful calamity.
Let us hope that
this boy will grow to be as sensible, with as much
faith in God, and as
obedient to God's will, as young Daniel was."
"Let us hope it may be so," said his wife, as she cast
upon the babe.
The faithful dog who had accompanied her now rested for
awhile, as he
saw the babe in comfort and safety. After he had been
fed and had
stretched himself awhile before the fire, he suddenly
himself well, and rushed out
 of the house. As soon
as he reached the
water's edge, he swam across the river, ran hastily up
on the opposite
shore and was soon lost to view.
"Have a care, my dear," said her husband, "I fear you
will soon lose
your babe. I am sure the dog has gone in quest of the
and will return here with them."
Mrs. Trent sighed. "Oh," said she, "I understand how
pained those people
must be. For that reason, I would willingly restore the
lost babe to its
parents. Although it would be very hard for me to part
After an absence of three days, just as Mr. and Mrs.
Trent were seated
at the fireside, the good, faithful dog rushed into
their presence and
greeted them by barking and joyfully wagging his tail.
But in a few
moments he hung his head, dropped his tail, and looked
very sad; and
from that moment on he showed no desire to leave the
"From the dog's manner," said Mr. Trent, "I surmise
that he was not
successful in finding the baby's parents, who were
undoubtedly lost in
the flood. Let us take good care of him, for he has so
fulfilled his duty. We, too, have a duty to perform,
for we must train
and educate this child whom we have taken into our
Though the child's position in life was now on a higher
plane, yet his
training was no different from that which his own
parents would have
 him. His new parents worked hand in hand.
Daniel soon felt a
childish reverence for his foster-father, and toward
he showed a trusting love. He grew to be a handsome
boy, displaying many
splendid talents. He was a diligent scholar and stood
highest among his
classmates. He did everything in his power to give
pleasure to his
foster-parents. He regarded them as his true parents,
for no one had
told him otherwise. It had happened that when Daniel
was two years old
his foster-parents bought a house in another section of
the country and
moved into it. The new neighbors looked upon Daniel as
the real son of
Mr. and Mrs. Trent.
 When Daniel Trent had reached his fourteenth year, he
was able to assist
his foster-father in his business. He wrote a fine
hand, did much of his
"father's" clerical work, and carried out all orders
One evening he was sent out on an errand to a little
village on the
Rhine, not far from where they now resided. Daniel was
pleased at the
prospect of a long walk in the cool evening air. His
good dog, who was
still living and in fairly good condition for his age,
Just as Daniel's business had been transacted, a ship
came into port.
The passengers crowded the gang plank and the wharf.
Several boys and
young men pressed forward and offered to show the
travellers the way and
to carry their baggage.
At last a little boy addressed a refined, though
shabbily dressed old
man, and asked if he could direct him to a hotel.
"Oh, no," said the old man, "I will remain on shipboard
over night; I
couldn't pay the price of a room in a hotel. My meal
will be a sandwich
that I have in this bag; and as for a drink, a glass of
fresh water will
appease my thirst."
 Daniel listened with sympathy to the old man, who
had an honest kind
look. Timidly moving a little closer to him, he said,
while his face
grew red: "If you would not feel offended, I should
like to give you a
little money, out of my allowance."
"My dear young man," said the traveller, "true it is
that I have never
accepted charity, but I must admit, you have offered it
to me in such a
friendly, well-meaning manner that I would gladly
accept it, if I could;
I thank you heartily for it. May your kind
thoughtfulness be rewarded."
The dog, who in the meantime had hurried to the water's
edge to quench
his thirst, hastily returned, just as Daniel was about
to continue his
way. The next minute, he was leaping and springing and
loudly as he could, and showing unbounded joy. The
traveller cried out
in astonishment: "My dog, you are my Rover. Do I find
you again, after
so many years? How did you get here?"
Daniel looked surprised and said: "It seems that the
dog knows you very
well. Did he ever belong to you?"
"Yes, truly," said the man, "but I thought he was
drowned thirteen years
ago, when the Rhine overflowed and carried my house
with it. I never
expected to see my dog again.—But," said he, as he
dried his eyes, "I
sustained at that time a greater loss than could ever
 "What was that?" asked Daniel.
Then the old man told the tale of the flood and said
that, in the
darkness of the night, and in the great hurry and
youngest child, a babe, had been left lying in its
cradle. Perhaps it
had been crushed to death by the collapsing walls of
his house and been
buried in the waters of the river.
Daniel was deeply moved by the sad fate of this babe.
Little did he
dream that he was the child whom he was pitying. He
tried to comfort the
old man over the loss of the infant.
The old man then said, "I have learned to accept my
grief, as having
been sent from God. In the end He will prove to each
life that what is
sent is for the best."
Daniel agreed with him, and offered him his hand in
friendship. Then he
bade him good-bye, saying that the lateness of the hour
was the cause of
Daniel walked on and called his dog. The faithful Rover
did not wish to
forsake his long-lost and newly-found master, but
neither did he wish to
lose Daniel. He would hurry ahead and stand in front of
the way, as if he wished to stay him, and then he would
run back to the
Daniel at last stood still. The dog lay down between
them and looked
appealingly, first at one and then at the other, as if
he wished to beg
 to remain together. Again Daniel started,
but the dog went through
the same antics. A half hour passed in this way. At
last Daniel said: "I
really don't know what to do. I love this dog, but I
would like you to
have him, too; but I can't let you take him, for he
belongs to my
father. Come with me, and let him decide who shall have
They walked together along the lamp-lighted streets,
and the happy dog,
with leaps and barks, gave evidence of his great joy.
THE OLD MAN
 Mr. Trent and his wife had delayed the evening meal,
return. Daniel led the strange man into the
dining-room, where the table
was spread with a beautiful white cloth, relieved by
polished silver and
food temptingly arranged. It was a welcome sight to the
Mr. Trent was about to reprimand his son for his
belated return, but he
hesitated at the sight of the stranger. Daniel related
the incidents of
the evening, and they amply served to excuse him for
his tardiness. Mr.
Trent then asked the old man what he knew about the
Mr. Swift related at length the same story that he had
told Daniel; and
added that his losses were great, but that the loss of
his baby boy had
given him the greatest pain in his life.
Mr. Trent and his wife both came to the conclusion, in
a flash, that the
babe which they had adopted was most assuredly this
man's son. Mr.
Trent, a clever, as well as a careful man, wished to
probe the matter to
his entire satisfaction, so he dismissed Daniel on some
errand. Then he
questioned the stranger, as to his name, his place
 of residence, the
year and the month and all circumstances surrounding
night, in minutest detail.
"Tell me," said he, "did your dog wear a collar?"
"O yes," said the old man, "it was made of red leather,
and engraved on
a metal plate was his name Rover, and the letters J. M.
S., which stand
for my name, Joseph Martin Swift."
"Now," said Mrs. Trent, "will you describe the cradle?"
"Very well," said the man, "it was made of pine wood.
The body was
painted blue and it had a red canopy."
Mr. and Mrs. Trent looked deeply into the old man's
eyes, and found in
his face, looking through the wrinkles which deep
sorrow and care had
chiseled there, a remarkable resemblance to their
"I have no further doubt," said Mr. Trent, "that the
son who thirteen
years ago, as a tender babe, floated in its cradle down
the Rhine, was
saved from the flood, and lives today."
"How, what?" cried the man in joyful astonishment. "Oh,
where is he?
Where is he? Lead me to him at once."
"You have already seen him," said Mr. Trent. "The young
man who brought
you here is your son."
"What?" cried the old man, "that handsome
lad. Could it be
possible? Oh, how miraculous!" He folded his hands and
stood in silence,
till his overwrought feelings broke forth in a torrent
of tears. At last
he said: "How was he saved? How did he reach this house
and these good
Mr. Trent related everything in a few words: how the
faithfulness of the
dog had been the first means toward the rescue of the
infant. "We took
your child, adopted him and brought him up. He always
behaved well and
has given us great joy. As we did not know his name, we
had him renamed
Daniel. We never let him know that he was not our own
child. We must now
disclose this fact to him. I hear him coming and will
ask you to
withdraw to the next room until you recover yourself."
"Thank you," said the highly elated father, "I should
like to be alone
for a few moments, that I may offer my thanks for this
By this time Daniel had reached the dining-room. As he
stranger, but still saw the dog, he asked: "Well, my
dear father, did
you satisfy the old man?"
"My dear boy, come seat yourself beside me, for I have
something to say
to you. We, whom you have always considered as father
and mother, are
not your parents."
Daniel was greatly disturbed by this news and
 could scarcely speak. At
last he said: "Oh, my dear parents, what great good you
rendered me. How deep has been your love to me. All the
rest of my life
I will thank you. But, how is it that you only now
divulge this great
secret? You do not intend to cast me out, I hope?"
"Certainly not, my dear Daniel," said Mr. Trent, "but
You are the child that was rescued from the river, and
the stranger whom
you brought here is your father."
"This man!" cried Daniel in astonishment; "yet he
appears to me to be a
good, honest man."
Then Mr. Trent continued, in order to test Daniel, and
said: "That may
be! But he is so poor, while you are now so rich. You
don't need him.
Besides, in his poor clothes, he would not be any
credit to you. So I
thought I would give him a sum of money, and send him
back to his
"Oh, no," cried Daniel, springing from his chair. "I
hope you have not
already sent him to the ship. If so, let me hurry after
him. I must see
my father's face again and embrace him. I trust you did
not mean what
you said. Were my father the poorest and most
unfortunate man in the
whole world, I would not be ashamed of him, for he is
Everything that I have, I would share with him."
 Daniel's own father had heard these words, in the
adjoining room. He
stepped forward, rushed upon Daniel, and cried: "My
son!" and Daniel
cried: "My father!" They embraced each other and their
 Mrs. Trent now invited all to partake of the evening
conversation became animated, and Mr. Trent was happy
to find that his
guest was such a sensible, honest man. He then asked
him how he happened
to take such a long trip.
Joseph Swift said that a legacy had been bequeathed to
him, and that he
was on his way to a distant city to claim it. He had
stopped at the
near-by port in order to break the monotony of the
journey. "Before the
disaster that befell me," continued he, "I lived in
but ever since I have been struggling. I was obliged to
begin all over
again and build a new house and start a new business.
You can easily
understand that I soon fell behind in money matters.
The news of this
legacy was very welcome, for every little helps. Some
however, has arisen, so I decided to go personally; and
whether I shall
get the money or not, remains to be seen."
"I trust you have all the necessary papers and
credentials with you."
"O yes," said Joseph, drawing out a wallet containing
the papers, in
order to prove his words.
 Mr. Trent looked them over and found them
correct, but conjectured that
the outcome would be somewhat doubtful. Besides, when
he took into
consideration the cost of the journey, living expenses,
the cost of the
trial, he found that very little would remain of the
legacy after all.
Mr. Trent, who was as noble as he was rich, said: "Do
you know what I
think, my dear friend? The rest of this journey would
be very tiresome
for you; and besides, you would have to remain there
for some time
before you could claim the money. I will give you the
sum stated, and
you can give me a power of attorney so that I can get
the money. I can
then instruct my business manager in that city to look
after this matter
Joseph Swift was delighted with the proposition, and
took the proffered
money with the heartiest thanks; although he did not
realize to its full
extent the thoughtfulness of this act.
Mrs. Trent, who was as kind-hearted as her husband,
inquired after the
other members of Mr. Swift's family, and then said:
"Now that you have
been spared the weariness of the rest of the journey, I
beg you to spend
a week with us. Then Daniel may escort you home, and
remain a few days
with you, and have the pleasure of meeting his mother
and sisters and
brothers face to face."
Joseph declared that he had never met such
people, in all his life
and Daniel was overjoyed in the anticipation of seeing
"I feel I must give my mother and my sisters each a
gift," said he. "How
pleased I am that I saved my money. Now I can use it
for a good
Early the next morning, Mrs. Trent and Daniel went
forth to purchase the
gifts, and many a beautiful present did they bring
back. Turning to Mr.
Swift, she said: "Here is a handsome gold watch which
Daniel bought for
you, and also the material for a new suit of clothes. I
have ordered the
tailor to come and take your measurements, and he
promised to deliver
the suit in a week."
Poor Mr. Swift could hardly find words to express the
thanks that filled
But Mr. Trent, noticing his deep emotion, said: "Never
mind, Mr. Swift,
let it be so. Why would God give some people more than
they need, unless
he intended they should give some of it to those who
didn't have enough?
Sharing with others, brings us happiness."
 Early the following week Daniel and his father started
on their journey.
The dog accompanied them and sat on the front seat of
the carriage, next
to the driver.
As Mr. Swift neared his home, the linen lying in the
plainly discernible, and the dog, recognizing the
locality, leaped out
of the carriage. Mrs. Swift and her daughters were
wetting the linens
and the two boys were busy in the vineyard. The dog ran
up to his old
mistress, sprang at her joyously, and then ran to her
were much surprised to see the dog that they had
thought dead. The sons
joined the group, and while they stood discussing the
dog's return, they
heard the toot of the tally-ho horn. Suddenly the
horses galloped up to
the door and halted.
Said Mrs. Swift, "What can this mean? The driver must
have made a
mistake." But in an instant Mr. Swift alighted and
greeted his family
Mrs. Swift's expression was very grave as she said:
"What ever possessed
you to return in such a carriage; and now that I look
at you, I see
are dressed in new clothes from head to foot. Even the
dog, for which I
suppose you paid a good price, has a new collar. I
always looked upon
you as a better business man than that, I fear now that
of the legacy. Most likely you lost your senses when
you saw so much
money. If you begin by spending it so lavishly it will
soon be gone."
"As I notice it now you
are dressed in new clothes from head to foot."
Mr. Swift laughingly replied: "Don't be so sure, my
dear. Let me unpack
the things. You will see that not a penny of the legacy
is missing." He
opened the trunk which the coachman had just brought
in, took out a bag,
and shook the golden contents upon the table.
"Oh, my," cried his wife in glee, "so much money! I
never saw that much
in all my life. It dazzles me. It seems as if I were
me, where did you get the clothing?"
"O, never mind, just yet; I haven't shown you all, for
I have brought
material for new suits for you and all the children."
He laid out the
goods, the velvets, and the laces upon the table, which
was scarcely big
enough to hold them all.
"This is too much. My reason actually refuses to take
it in. Do tell me,
how did you get these costly things?" continued his
"All these things, my dear wife, have been presented to
you by my
fellow-passenger," pointing his finger at Daniel, who
had kept somewhat
 Mother and children had scarcely noticed him in
their happiness, but all
the while Daniel had been enjoying their rapture.
The mother looked sharply at Daniel and said: "This
young man brings us
all these things! Well, who is he?"
Mr. Swift bent his head and folded his hands; then he
spoke with devout
earnestness: "This friendly young man is your son, our
child, whom we
mourned as dead. A rich merchant and his good wife took
him into their
home and heart."
Daniel could no longer restrain himself. He fell on the
neck of his
new-found mother and embraced her tenderly. Then he
greeted his brothers
and sisters heartily. The ecstacy of moments like these
At first, a little shyness existed between the brothers
and sisters and
this long-lost brother. But as he was entirely without
vanity and modest
and friendly, he soon won their confidence and respect,
conversed with him as naturally as if they had been
with him always.
One morning the family mounted the hill to show Daniel
the spot where
they had spent the night of terror.
"Yes," said the father, "in the morning light, we found
that our house
had been swept away. In the face of all that disaster,
saying: 'This dreadful calamity will yet bring us some
blessing,' and so
it has happened. The people in
 the whole country
around became more
industrious than they had been in the time of their
prosperity. Many who
had been haughty and extravagant became humble, thrifty
God awoke many people to the performance of good deeds.
Many a family
quarrel was terminated; all the people became peace
loving; each helped
the other in the hour of need.
"Who would have believed that we would again see our
beloved child? Who
would have thought it possible that we, who once spent
on this hill the
worst night of our lives, would live to spend upon it
the happiest day.
Let us learn not to give up hope, no matter how bad the
seem, for better times will come—God will make all
things right at
In the course of time, when Mr. Trent knew to a
certainty of Mr. Swift's
honesty, he gave him the position of treasurer in his
enterprises. This position was accepted, and Mr. Swift
bleachery and vineyard to the care of his eldest son.
With his wife and
the other members of his family he then moved to a
house adjacent to the
Daniel became his foster-father's assistant, and proved
of all the care which had been bestowed upon him; and
he remained a
good, true, helpful son to his own and his