THE STOWAWAY BOY WHO WOULD NOT TELL A LIE

On board an English steamer a little ragged boy, aged nine years, was discovered on the fourth day of the voyage out from Liverpool to New York, and carried before the first mate, whose duty it was to deal with such cases. When questioned as to his object in being on the ship, and brought him on board, the boy, who had a beautiful sunny face that looked like the mirror of truth, replied that his stepfather did it because he could not afford to keep him, nor pay his passage out to Halifax, where he had an aunt who was well off and to whose house he was going. The mate did not believe the story, in spite of the winning face and truthful accents of the boy. He had seen too much of stowaways to be easily deceived by them, he said; and it was his firm conviction that the boy had been brought on board and provided with food by the sailors.

The little fellow was very roughly handled in consequence. Day by day he was questioned and re-questioned, but always with the same result. He did not know a sailor on board, and his stepfather alone had secreted him and given him food which he ate. At last the mate, wearied by the boy’ s persistence in the same story, and perhapes a little anxious to inculpate the sailors, seized him one day by the collar, and dragging him to the forepart of the ship, told him that unless he told the truth, in ten minutes from that time he would hang upon the yardarm. He then made him sit down under it on the deck. All around him were the passengers and sailors of the mid-day watch; and in front of him stood the inexorable mate, with his watch in his hand, and the other officers of the ship by his side.

It was a touching sight to see the pale, brave |face of that noble boy — his head erect, his beautiful eyes bright through the tears that suffused them. When eight minutes had fled, the mate told him to speak the truth and save his life. But he replied with the utmost simplicity and sincerity, by asking the mate if he might pray. The mate said nothing, but nooded his head, and turned as pale as a ghost, and shook with trembling like a reed in the wind. And then while all eyes turned on him, the brave, noble boy whom society owned not, and whose own stepfather could not care for — knelt with clasped hands and eyes upturned to heaven.

There then occurred a touching scene somewhat like that of Pentecost. Sobs broke from strong, hard hearts as the mate sprang forward and clasped the boy to his bosom, and kissed him and praised him, and told him how sincerely he now believed his story, and how glad he was that he had been brave enough to face death, and be willing to sacrifice his life for the truth of his word.” The God of truth was with this poor little friendless cast-away boy, and caused him to adhere to the truth, and the mate to believe and spare his life. —Selected

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