“'Samuel,' said he, 'I have built a bridge.'
“'A bridge!' said Samuel.
“'Yes,' said he, 'a sort of a bridge; and now I am going to try to lead you over.'
“'But, father, I am afraid.'
“'You said you would trust yourself entirely to me, and go wherever I should say.'
“'Well, father,' said Samuel, 'I will. You know best, after all.'
“So Samuel took hold of his father's hand, and, with slow, and very careful steps, he got over the roaring torrent, and then they soon came out into a broad smooth road, and so got safely home.”
“Now, Caleb,” continued Madam Rachel, after she had finished her story, “do you remember what I meant to teach you by this story?”
“Yes, Grandmother; you said that I was like blind Samuel, and that God knew what was best for me, and that I must let him lead me wherever he pleases.”
“Yes; and what was it that you said that reminded me to tell you the story?”