I thanked God for our preservation; and little
Francis, seeing me so happy, said--
"Is it quite true, papa, that this wire has preserved us?"
"Yes, it is true, my darling; and I wish to know what good genius has
placed it there, that I may be thankful," said I.
"Ah! father," said my little fellow, "embrace me, but do not thank me;
for I did not know that I was doing good."
Astonished at this information, I requested my boy to tell me why and
how he had fixed the wire?
"I wanted to reach some figs," said he, "when you and Fritz were at Tent
House, and Jack and Ernest were nursing mamma; I wished to do some good
for her. I thought she would like some of our sweet figs; but there were
none in my reach, and I had no stick long enough to beat them down. I
went below, and found that great roll of wire. I tried to break a piece
off, but could not; and I then determined to carry the whole up to our
dwelling, and to bend one end into a hook, by which I might catch some
of the branches, and bring them near me to gather the figs. I was very
successful at first, and secured one or two figs. I had my packet of
wire on the table by the window, and stood near it myself. I thought I
could reach a branch that hung over our roof, loaded with fruit. I
leaned forward, and extended my hook to the branch; I felt I had secured
it, and joyfully began to pull.
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