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16 Martin Craglian.
little leg, that had been so sorely hurt by its
imprisonment, and told him how the love
and life of his dumb friend had been his
shield; and, in their rough way, they were very
pitiful over the mangled body, and laid it
aside from the ruin, in the far corner, with
a piece of coarse sacking over it.
"I can't quite understand, father," Martin
said, gravely, as he stood, softly stroking the
shaggy coat — "He shall give His angels
charge — you know, that was over Brighteyes
and me ; and yet he is all hurt, and dead,
and I am only a little hurt, and quite
alive."
" I don't quite see, neither," said his father,
thoughtfully, " and yet, Martin, think of the
mother at home, and how it might have gone
with us, if "
Meanwhile, the little mother, at the pit's
mouth, was waiting — waiting, in the patience
of her hope — for the child, over whom the
angels had kept such careful watch.
Printed for the Society for Promoting Christian Knowledge,
at the Clarendon Press, Oxford.