LOOKING BACK.
One of the pleasantest things in the story of Garfield is the devotion
of friends and companions, which followed and helped him all his life.
To an orphan lad, the son of a poor widow in the backwoods of the State
of Ohio, there seemed little chance of greatness; and yet out of that
poor cabin in the woods, in which sat the weeping mother and her four
fatherless children, came one who was destined to stand among princes.
It was the self-denial of his mother, elder brother, and sister which
made it possible for James Garfield to rise. When the father died
suddenly, leaving his family on the comparatively new clearing, Thomas,
the eldest son, became the manager of the farm. "I can plough and
plant, mother. I can sow the wheat too, and cut the wood, milk the
cows, and do heaps of things for you."
[Illustration: The White House.]
This was the elder lad's answer to his mother's question, "Should they
sell the farm now that her husband was dead?" and it decided her. And
so the boy-farmer commenced his labours, and mother and children toiled
together in humble and happy love.
But though Thomas was compelled to work, he was determined that his
baby brother should have an education. And when a school was opened
some distance off, he resolved that "Jimmy" must be one of the
scholars. But how was a lad of four to get to school nearly two miles
away. The answer came from a devoted sister, who said, "I'll carry
him"; and the good, brave girl, with a homely name and a noble heart,
trudged the long distance day by day, with a little sister at her side,
and a little brother on her back. And that was how, aided by loving
hands and loyal hearts, little James Garfield, the future professor,
and general, and President of the United States, began his career.
You remember how Thomas, with all his duties and responsibilities about
the farm, yet found a little time on his hands to do odd jobs for a
neighbour, and so obtain a little money.
When he came home with his first earnings, he walked straight up to his
mother, laid it down in her lap, and said, "Now the shoemaker can come
and make Jimmy a pair of shoes." What a splendid fellow Thomas was!
He seemed to have no thought for himself, but only to be wearing out
his young life for others. Surely in the long hereafter, when they
reckon up the good deeds in each life, the reaping of this little
backwoods' farmer will be a glorious one, for he sowed a mighty harvest
of love.
One story of this dear brother should never be forgotten. His brother
James slept on the floor of the loft beside him, and the restless
little fellow would kick off the blankets a dozen times in a night.
Then, half awake, he would say, "Tom, cover me up"; and the patient
hand, that never tired of helping others, would replace the clothing,
and the little head would sink down again on its hard pillow.
Five-and-twenty years afterwards, when at the head of an army, and
after a great battle, he lay down on the battlefield to sleep. An
officer heard him say, "Tom, cover me up." A friendly hand drew the
blanket over his shoulder, and awoke him by the act. On being told of
his saying, General Garfield sat a moment silent, then he told his
comrades how he had been helped at home, and all through life; and as
he spoke of this brother's love, his heart grew too full, and he turned
aside and wept.
Surely if there is one lesson more than another to learn from the story
of this splendid life, it is to be found in the sacrifice of this elder
brother, who, like Jonathan of old, stepped aside and lent a hand that
another should climb over his head.
Garfield was like David. His was the magnetic soul that drew all men
to him, and then drew forth the best and brightest impulses of their
natures.
THE END.
End of Project Gutenberg's The Story of Garfield, by William G. Rutherford