' But Craig was troubled too, and
replied, 'You tell them, Nelson!' and Nelson told the men the story of
how he began just five weeks ago. The old man's voice steadied as he
went on, and he grew eager as he told how he had been helped, and how
the world was all different, and his heart seemed new. He spoke of his
Friend as if He were some one that could be seen out at camp, that he
knew well, and met every day.
But as he tried to say how deeply he regretted that he had not known all
this years before, the old, hard face began to quiver, and the steady
voice wavered. Then he pulled himself together, and said--
'I begin to feel sure He'll pull me through--me! the hardest man in the
mountains! So don't you fear, boys. He's all right.'
Then the men gave in their names, one by one. When it came to Geordie's
turn, he gave his name--
'George Crawford, frae the pairish o' Kilsyth, Scotland, an' ye'll juist
pit doon the lad's name, Maister Craig; he's a wee bit fashed wi' the
discoorse, but he has the root o' the maitter in him, I doot.
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