Justin Wingate, Ranchman
seemed to the boy, in leather bindings, with
lves. His appearance and manner had changed for the better. He
ld like to become an
's eyes
ould I have to r
the corners of Cl
some of them never. At any rate we wou
ds and demi-gods; the brothers Grimm, Hans Christian Andersen, the Arabian Nights, were unknown names to him; he had never visited Liliput and the land of the giants with Gulliver, nor even gone sailing romantic seas and living in blissful and lonely exile with Robinson Crusoe and Friday. Yet he knew all the wonderful and attractive stories of the Bible. The friendship of David and Jonathan was as real to him as the love that existed between himsel
talked, and the choking ache which had been in his heart when h
ren't any better stories than those you know anywhere in the world.
with it Justin recognized the title, "Robinson Crusoe,"
ory?" he as
I've been told, but I don't believe you will be harmed by it in that way. Seven-le
ted to put his arms around the neck of this man; and when at length Clayton in shifting his position dropped a hand softly on the boy's shoulder and
, after Clayton had talked with Wingate and asked the privilege of ordering ce
a good thing in this stagnation, and the blood in such a book doesn't hurt a boy who isn't bloody-minded. I think there must have been pirates who
sh stuff that appeared on the stones by the margin of the tepid stream was revealed as a beautiful green moss, the tufted head of a dusty weed was seen to be set with white lilies, and tiny specks became strange crawling and creeping things. Suddenly Justin had found that the very
of a weed and holding it beneat
all over wit
d another of a
gh the glass, but the edges are spiked, just as
toying with the we
ose those spikes
n't k
e edge and wishes to climb over, the hairs and the spikes help him to do that. That shows, to me at least, that nature provides as completely for a moth as for a man, and that God cares as m
was his half useless left hand, heavy and clumsy. His face flushed as he looked at his crooke
tle thing
rose, and there was no f
were glad of his coming. That he appeared to have established himself permanently in one of the
e found Justin always watching for him when he returned, and he never failed to bring home something of interest in the shape
t crops looked most promising, did the deceptive clouds about the mountain promise rain, had he seen any land-hunters or white-top
audy, unsubstantial things, wrought by hope and fancy out of foundat
of the mail carrier's cart and saw Justin running toward him in great e
omething. He's lying on the floor and w
th him was an open letter, across which he had fallen. Clayton made a hurried examination, and with Justin's aid placed him on the low bed. Pi
eter W
s you do. In fact we have concluded to abandon it definitely and permanently, and to that end we have sold
truly
e Gil
adise Land and
ck?" wailed th
in his chair drew Justin to him, pressing him close against
l need to be a very brave b