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THE GOLD THREAD
=A Story for the Young=
BY THE REV. NORMAN MACLEOD, D.D.
ONE OF HER MAJESTY'S CHAPLAINS
ALEXANDER STRAHAN, PUBLISHER
56 LUDGATE HILL, LONDON
1867
[_Eighth Edition_]
TO MY CHILDREN.
I dedicate this story to you, because it was for you I first wrote it,
and to you I first read it among the green hills of Moffat. It was
afterwards printed in _Good Words_, and now you see it again appears as
a little book for other children, who, I hope, will like it as much as
you do.
I wish to help and encourage you, and all who read this story, to learn
the great lesson which it is intended to teach; that lesson is, that we
should always trust God and do what is right, and thus hold fast our
gold thread in spite of every temptation and danger, being certain that
in this way only will God lead us in safety and peace to His home.
Now, God gives each of you this gold thread to hold fast in your own
house or in school, in the nursery or in the play-ground, on every day
and in every place. His voice in your heart, and in His Word, will also
tell you always what is right, if you only listen to it. You, too, will
be constantly tempted in some way or other to give up your gold thread,
and to be selfish, disobedient, lazy, or untruthful. Many things, in
short, will tempt you to do your own will rather than God's will.
You already know, and I hope you will always love and remember, those
true stories in the Bible about the good men of the olden time, whose
lives are there written. Now, what shewed that they were good? It was
this, that _they trusted God, and did what was right_. If they ever let
this their gold thread go, they lost their way and became unhappy; but
when they held it fast, it led them in a way of peace and safety. To see
how true this is, you have only to recall such stories as those of Noah,
Abraham, Joseph, Moses, Job, Caleb and Joshua, Samuel, David and
Jonathan, Elijah and Elisha, Hezekiah, Jeremiah, Daniel and his three
companions, &c., &c., with those told you in the Book of Acts, not to
mention the history of Jesus Christ, the perfect example for us all.
That you, my dear children, may be "followers of those who through faith
and patience now inherit the promises," and thus be "followers of God as
dear children," is the constant prayer of your mother, and of your
father,
NORMAN MACLEOD.
CONTENTS.
PAGE
CHAPTER I.
THE WANDERER--WOLF THE SWINEHERD, 1
CHAPTER II.
THE ROBBER'S TOWER, 12
CHAPTER III.
THE JOURNEY HOME--THE BIRD WITH THE GOLD EGGS--TRIALS
AND DIFFICULTIES, 23
CHAPTER IV.
THE GREAT LION--THE LITTLE SQUIRREL--AN OLD FRIEND--THE
BLOODHOUND--THE LAST TEMPTATION, 35
CHAPTER V.
THE GREEN ISLAND OF THE LAKE, AND THE RETURN HOME, 51
THE
GOLD THREAD.
CHAPTER I.
THE WANDERER--WOLF THE SWINEHERD.
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Once upon a time, a boy lost his way in a vast forest that filled many a
valley, and passed over many a hill, a rolling sea of leaves for miles
and miles, further than the eye could reach. His name was Eric, son of
the good King Magnus. He was dressed in a blue velvet dress, with a gold
band round his waist, and his fair locks in silken curls waved from his
beautiful head. But his hands and face were scratched, and his clothes
torn with the briars, as he ran here and there like one much perplexed.
Sometimes he made his way through tangled brushwood, or crossed the
little grassy plains in the forest, now losing himself in dark ravines,
then climbing up their steep sides, or crossing with difficulty the
streams that hurried through them. For a long time he kept his heart up,
and always said to himself, "I shall find it, I shall find it;" until,
as the day advanced, he was wearied and hungry; and every now and then
he cried, "Oh, my father! where is my father! I'm lost! I'm lost!" Or,
"Where, oh, where is my gold thread!" All day the forest seemed to him
to be very sad. He had never seen it so gloomy. There was a strange
sadness in the rustle of the leaves, and a sadness in the noise of the
streams. He did not hear the birds sing as they used to do. But he heard
the ravens croak with their hoarse voice, as their black forms swept
along the precipices which here and there rose above the trees. The
large hawks, too, always appeared to be wheeling over his head,
pausing, and fluttering as if about to dart down upon him. Why was he so
sad? Why was he so afraid?
But on Eric journeyed, in the hope of finding his way out of the
boundless forest, or of meeting some one who would be his guide. At
last, the sun appeared to be near its setting, and he could see the high
branches of the trees, shining like gold, as its last rays fell upon
them. But underneath, the foliage was getting darker and darker; the
birds were preparing to sleep, and everything soon became so still that
he could hear his steps echoing through the wood, and when he stopped,
he heard his heart beating, or a leaf falling; but nowhere did he see a
house, and no human being had he met since morning. Then the wind
suddenly began to rise, and he heard it at first creeping along the
tree-tops like a gentle whisper, and by and by to call louder and louder
for the storm to come. Dark clouds gathered over the sky, and rushed
along chased by the winds, that were soon to fight with the giant trees.
At last, he sat down at the root of a great old oak, burying his face
in his hands, not knowing what to do. He then tried to climb the tree,
in order to spend the night among its branches, in case wild beasts
should attack him. But as he was climbing it, he heard some one singing
with a loud voice. Listening attentively, and looking eagerly through
the leaves, he saw a boy apparently older than himself, dressed in rough
shaggy clothes, made from skins of wild animals. His long matted hair
escaped over his cheeks from under a black bearskin cap. With a short
thick stick he was driving a herd of swine through the wood. "Hey there,
you black porker!" cried the boy, as he threw a stone at some pig which
was running away. "Get along, you lazy long-snout!" he shouted to
another, as he came thump on its back with his cudgel. And then he sung
this song with a loud voice which made the woods ring:--
"Oh, there's nothing half so fine,
As to drive a herd of swine,
And through the forest toddle,
With nothing in my noddle,
But rub-a-dub, rub-dub, hey-up, halloo!
"When I wish to have some fun,
Then I make the porkers run,
Till they gallop, snort, and wheeze,
Among the leafy trees;
Oh, rub-a-dub, rub-dub, hey-up, halloo!
"How their backs begin to bristle,
When I shout aloud and whistle!
How they kick at every lick
That I give them with my stick!
Oh, rub-a-dub, rub-dub, hey-up, halloo!"
"Get along, you rascals," cried the savage-looking herd, "or I'll kill
and roast you before your time." But soon the herd, with his swine, were
concealed from Eric's sight by the wood; though he still heard his
"rub-a-dub" chorus, to which he beat time with a sort of rude drum, made
with a dried skin and hoop. Eric determined to make his acquaintance, or
at all events to follow him to some house; so he descended from the
tree, and ran off in the direction from which he heard the song coming.
He soon over-took him.
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"Hollo!" said the wild-looking lad, with as much astonishment as if Eric
had fallen from the clouds: "Who? where from? where to?" "I have lost
my way in the wood," said Eric, "and want you to guide me." "To Ralph?"
asked the swineherd. "Ralph! pray, who is he?" "Master, chief, captain,
everything, everybody," replied the young savage. "I will go anywhere
for shelter, as night is coming on; but I will reward you if you bring
me to my father's home." "Who is your father, my fine fellow?" inquired
the swineherd, leaning on his stick. "The king," replied Eric. "You lie,
Sir Prince! Ralph is king." "I speak the truth, swineherd." The
swineherd by this time was examining Eric's dress with an impudent look.
"Pay me now," said he; "give me this gold band, and I will guide you."
"I cannot give you this gold band, for my father gave it to me, and I
have lost enough to-day. By the by, did you see a gold thread waving
anywhere among the trees?" "A gold thread! what do you mean? I saw
nothing but pigs until I saw you, and I shall treat you like a pig, d'ye
hear? and lick you too, for I have no time to put off. So give me your
band. Come, be quick!" said he, with his fierce face, and holding up his
stick as he came up to Eric. "Keep off, swineherd; don't touch me!"
"Don't touch you! why shouldn't I touch you? Do you see this stick? How
would you like to have it among your fine curls, as I drive it among the
pigs' bristles?" And he began to flourish it over his head, and to press
nearer and nearer. "Once, twice, when I say thrice, if you do not
unbuckle, I shall save you the trouble, and leave you to the wild
beasts, who would like a tender bit of prince's flesh better than pork.
Come; once! twice!" Eric was on his guard, and said, "I shall fight you,
you young robber, till death, rather than give you this band,--so keep
off." "Thrice!" shouted the herd, and down came his thick cudgel, which
he intended should fall on Eric's head. But Eric sprang aside, and
before he could recover himself, dashed in upon him, tripped him up, and
threw him on the grass, seizing him by the throat in a moment. The herd,
in his efforts to get out of Eric's grasp, let go his cudgel, which Eric
seized, and held over his head. "Unless you promise, Master Swineherd,
to leave me alone, I may leave _you_ alone with the wild beasts." "You
are stronger than I thought," said the herd. "Let me up, or I shall be
choked. Let me up, I say, and I promise to guide you." "I shall trust
you," said Eric, "though you would not trust me. Rise!" So the herd
rose, and picked up his cap, but Eric would not give him his stick until
he guided him to some house. "Come along," said he, sulkily. "What is
your name?" asked Eric. "They call me Wolf. I killed a wolf once with my
boar-spear." "Why, Wolf, did you try to kill me?" "Because I wanted your
gold belt." "But it is a great sin to rob and kill." "Other people rob
me, and would kill me too, if I did not take care of their pigs," said
Wolf, carelessly. "You should fear God, Wolf." "I fear that name truly,
for Ralph always swears by it when he is in a rage. But I do not know
what it means." "Oh, Wolf, surely your father and mother told you about
God, who made all things, and made you and me; God, who loves us, and
wishes us to love Him, and to do what is right?" "I have no father or
mother," replied Wolf, "nor brothers or sisters, and I do not know God.
No one cares for me but my pigs, and so I sleep with them, and eat with
them." "Poor fellow!" said Eric with a look of kindness, "I am sorry for
you. Here is all the money I have. Take it. I wish to shew you that I
have no ill-will to you;" and Eric gave him a gold coin. Wolf gave a
grunt like one of his pigs, and began his song of "Rub-a-dub." "No one
ever gave me money before," remarked Wolf almost to himself, as he
examined the coin on his rough hand, which looked like tanned leather.
"How much is this?" inquired Wolf. Eric explained its value. The herd
was astonished, and began to think what he could purchase with it. "It
would buy a large pig," he said. He seemed very anxious to conceal the
coin, and so he hid it in the top of his hairy cap. "See that tall
tower," said Wolf, "which looks like a rock above the trees; that is the
only house near for twenty miles round. You can reach it soon; and when
you do reach it," said Wolf, speaking low, as if some one might hear
him, "take my advice, and get away as fast as you can from my master
Ralph, for"--and Wolf gave a number of winks, as much as to say, I know
something. "What do you mean?" asked Eric. "Oh, nothing, nothing; but
take Wolf's advice, and say to Ralph you are a beggar. Put the gold band
in your pocket, and swear to remain with him, but run off when you can.
Cheat him; that's my way." "It is not my way," replied Eric, "and, come
what may, never can be, for a voice says to me,
"'Better to die
Than ever to lie.'"
"Ha! ha!" said Wolf; "I wish you lived with Ralph. He would teach you
another lesson, my lad." "I would rather that I had you, Wolf, to live
in my house. I would be kind to you, and help you to be good, and tell
you about God, who lives in the sky." "And is that He who is speaking?
Listen!" Thunder began to mutter in the clouds. "Yes, it is He," replied
Eric; "and if you will only listen, you can also hear Him often speak
with a small, still voice in your heart." "I never heard Him," replied
Wolf; "but I cannot stay longer with you, for my pigs will wander: there
is a black rascal who always leads them astray. Now, king's son, give
Wolf the stick; it is all he has." "Here it is to you, and I am sure you
will not use it wrongly; you will try and be good, Wolf? for it will
make you happy." "Humph," said Wolf, "I am happy when I get my pigs
home, and Ralph does not strike me. But I must away, and see you don't
tell any one you gave me money. They would rob me." And away he ran
among the trees in search of his pigs, while Eric heard his little drum,
and his song of "Rub-a-dub, halloo!" die away in the distance. Another
loud peal and flash of lightning made Eric start, and off he ran towards
a light which now beamed from the tower. But he thought to himself, "I
am much worse than that poor Wolf, for I knew what was right, and did
not do it. I heard the voice, but did not attend to it. Oh, my father,
why did I not obey you!"