1.A poor man once undertook to emigrate[1] from Castine, Me., to Illinois.When he was attempting to cross a river in New York, his horse broke through the rotten timbers of the bridge, and was drowned.He had but this one animal to convey all his property and his family to his new home.
2.His wife and children were almost miraculously[2] saved from sharing the fate of the horse; but the loss of this poor animal was enough.By its aid the family, it may be said, had lived and moved; now they were left helpless in a land of strangers, without the ability[3] to go on or return, without money or a single friend to whom to appeal.The case was a hard one.
3.There were a great many who “passed by on the other side.” Some even laughed at the predicament[4] in which the man was placed; but by degrees a group of people began to collect, all of whom pitied him.
4.Some pitied him a great deal, and some did not pity him very much, because, they said, he might have known better than to try to cross an unsafe bridge, and should have made his horse swim the river.Pity, however, seemed rather to predominate[5].Some pitied the man, and some the horse; all pitied the poor, sick mother and her six helpless children.
5.Among this pitying party was a rough son of the West, who knew what it was to migrate some hundreds of miles over new roads to locate[6] a destitute[7] family on a prairie.Seeing the man’s forlorn situation, and looking around on the bystanders, he said, “All of you seem to pity these poor people very much, but I would beg leave to ask each of you how much.”
6.“There, stranger,” continued he, holding up a ten-dollar bill, “there is the amount of my pity; and if others will do as I do, you may soon get another pony.God bless you.” It is needless to state the eff ect that this active charity produced.In a short time the happy emigrant arrived at his destination[8], and he is now a thriving[9] farmer, and a neighbor to him who was his “friend in need, and a friend indeed.”