The Eskdale Herd-boy | Page 3

his kind father used to take in teaching him to read his Bible, after,
perhaps, a hard day's work; the delight with which they both watched
his improvement--all, all rose to poor John's mind, and made him
believe he never more could be happy.
Mr. Martin, at last, seeing the boy's melancholy continue, thought that a
little employment might serve to rouse him. He therefore one morning
called John into his study, and asked him if he would be so good as to
assist in dusting and arranging some books, which were in a large chest
in the corner of the room. John, from lowness of spirits, did not much
like to be employed; but as he had been taught by his father always to
be obedient, and to do at once whatever he was desired, he immediately

set about dusting the books. The first two or three he merely wiped, and
put them down without looking at them; but at last, in rubbing one, a
leaf fell out, which obliged him to open the book to put it back again.
The work happened to be a handsome edition of Robinson Crusoe, with
very beautiful prints. Mr. Martin, who was watching him unobserved,
called to him to bring the book, and then told him he might look at the
pictures if he pleased. John, who had never seen any thing of the kind
before, was delighted with this permission, and placing himself at a
little distance, so as not to disturb Mr. Martin, began turning over the
leaves; his eyes sparkling, and his little hands trembling with increased
delight, at every new scene that was represented. At last he came to the
one where Man Friday is saved from the savages. Here his curiosity got
the better of the natural awe he felt for Mr. Martin; and he cried out,
"Pray, Sir, be so good as to tell me what this means!"--for though John
had been taught to read his Bible, as well as his poor father was capable
of teaching, yet this was in so imperfect a way, that he could by no
means read easily, and was obliged to spell more than half his words.
Mr. Martin smiled good-naturedly, as John's exclamation made him
raise his head from the book he was reading; and desiring him to come
near his chair, he explained, at some length, what the print represented;
after which he asked John if he would not like to be able to read the
story himself. John immediately answered, "O dear! yes Sir, that I
should; but," looking down, and the tears starting into his eyes, "that
can never be now; for my dear father is dead and gone; and nobody else
will ever take the trouble to teach so poor a boy as I am. And yet,"
continued he, looking in Mr. Martin's face, and brightening a little with
a kind of hope, "don't you think, Sir, that if I succeed in getting a place,
and if I am _very, very_ attentive, and always take pains to please my
master, I may in time be able to save, out of my wages, as much as a
penny a week, for I know if I could do that, I might go to the school at
Langholm. I remember hearing my poor dear father wish very much
that he could afford to pay so much money for me; as he said he was
sure that Mr. Campbell would teach me to read much better than he
could."
John here stopped, and seemed to wait anxiously to hear what Mr.
Martin would say to his little plan. After a few minutes' consideration,
this worthy man replied, "my dear John, I am afraid it would be a long

time before you would be able to save so much out of the very small
sum that such a little boy as you can earn;" but, seeing the poor fellow
look disappointed, he went on to say, that he had a little scheme to
propose, which he hoped John would like as well as going to Langholm
school. He then added, "my dear John, when your parents were dying, I
promised them to take care of you, and to endeavour to find a master
who would be willing to take you into his service, and treat you kindly.
With that view, I have been inquiring all around, amongst my
parishioners, whether any of them were in want of such a little fellow;
and this morning my neighbour, Mr. Laurie, has called to ask me if I
think you may be trusted with the care of a flock of sheep, up behind
the hills, on the other side of the river. I told him you might certainly be
trusted, as I was sure you