Famous Stories Every Child Should Know - Hamilton Wright Mabie (parable of the sower read online TXT) 📗

their independence, I thought that province of Texas would come forward very fast. It is really one of the finest regions on earth; it is the Italy of this continent. But I have not seen or heard a word of Texas for nearly twenty years."

There were two Texan officers at the table. The reason he had never heard of Texas was that Texas and her affairs had been painfully cut out of his newspapers since Austin began his settlements; so that, while he read of Honduras and Tamaulipas, and, till quite lately, of California-this virgin province, in which his brother had travelled so far, and I believe, had died, had ceased to be to him. Waters and Williams, the two Texas men, looked grimly at each other and tried not to laugh. Edward Morris had his attention attracted by the third link in the chain of the captain's chandelier. Watrous was seized with a convulsion of sneezing. Nolan himself saw that something was to pay, he did not know what. And I, as master of the feast, had to say:

"Texas is out of the map, Mr. Nolan. Have you seen Captain Back's curious account of Sir Thomas Roe's Welcome?"

After that cruise I never saw Nolan again. I wrote to him at least twice a year, for in that voyage we became even confidentially intimate; but he never wrote to me. The other men tell me that in those fifteen years he aged very fast, as well he might indeed, but that he was still the same gentle, uncomplaining, silent sufferer that he ever was, bearing as best he could his self-appointed punishment-rather less social, perhaps, with new men whom he did not know, but more anxious, apparently, than ever to serve and befriend and teach the boys, some of whom fairly seemed to worship him. And now it seems the dear old fellow is dead. He has found a home at last, and a country.

Since writing this, and while considering whether or not I would print it, as a warning to the young Nolans and Vallandighams and Tatnalls of to-day of what it is to throw away a country, I have received from Danforth, who is on board the Levant , a letter which gives an account of Nolan's last hours. It removes all my doubts about telling this story.

The reader will understand Danforth's letter, or the beginning of it, if he will remember that after ten years of Nolan's exile everyone who had him in charge was in a very delicate position. The government had failed to renew the order of 1807 regarding him. What was a man to do? Should he let him go? What, then, if he were called to account by the Department for violating the order of 1807? Should he keep him? What, then, if Nolan should be liberated some day, and should bring an action of false imprisonment or kidnapping against every man who had had him in charge? I urged and pressed this upon Southard, and I have reason to think that other officers did the same thing. But the Secretary always said, as they so often do at Washington, that there were no special orders to give, and that we must act on our own judgment. That means, "If you succeed, you will be sustained; if you fail, you will be disavowed." Well, as Danforth says, all that is over now, though I do not know but I expose myself to a criminal prosecution on the evidence of the very revelation I am making.

Here is the letter:

LEVANT, 2° 2' S. at 131° W.

DEAR FRED:

I try to find heart and life to tell you that it is all over
with dear old Nolan. I have been with him on this voyage
more than I ever was, and I can understand wholly now the
way in which you used to speak of the dear old fellow. I
could see that he was not strong, but I had no idea the end
was so near. The doctor has been watching him very
carefully, and yesterday morning came to me and told me that
Nolan was not so well, and had not left his state-room-a
thing I never remember before. He had let the doctor come
and see him as he lay there-the first time the doctor had
been in the state-room-and he said he should like to see
me. Oh, dear! do you remember the mysteries we boys used to
invent about his room in the old Intrepid days? Well, I
went in, and there, to be sure, the poor fellow lay in his
berth, smiling pleasantly as he gave me his hand, but
looking very frail. I could not help a glance round, which
showed me what a little shrine he had made of the box he was
lying in. The Stars and Stripes were triced up above and
around a picture of Washington, and he had painted a
majestic eagle, with lightnings blazing from his beak and
his foot just clasping the whole globe, which his wings
overshadowed. The dear old boy saw my glance, and said, with
a sad smile, "Here, you see, I have a country!" And then he
pointed to the foot of his bed, where I had not seen before
a great map of the United States, as he had drawn it from
memory, and which he had there to look upon as he lay.
Quaint, queer old names were on it, in large letters:
"Indiana Territory," "Mississippi Territory," and "Louisiana
Territory." I suppose our fathers learned such things: but
the old fellow had patched in Texas, too; he had carried his
western boundary all the way to the Pacific, but on that
shore he had defined nothing.

"O Captain," he said, "I know I am dying. I cannot get home.
Surely you will tell me something now?-Stop! stop! Do not
speak till I say what I am sure you know, that there is not
in this ship, that there is not in America-God bless
her!-a more loyal man than I. There cannot be a man who
loves the old flag as I do, or prays for it as I do, or
hopes for it as I do. There are thirty-four stars in it now,
Danforth. I thank God for that, though I do not know what
their names are. There has never been one taken away: I
thank God for that. I know by that that there has never been
any successful Burr, O Danforth, Danforth," he sighed out,
"how like a wretched night's dream a boy's idea of personal
fame or of separate sovereignty seems; when one looks back
on it after such a life as mine! But tell me-tell me
something-tell me everything, Danforth, before I die!"

Ingham, I swear to you that I felt like a monster that I had
not told him everything before. Danger or no danger,
delicacy or no delicacy, who was I, that I should have been
acting the tyrant all this time over this dear, sainted old
man, who had years ago expiated, in his whole manhood's
life, the madness of a boy's treason? "Mr. Nolan," said I,
"I will tell you everything you ask about. Only, where shall
I begin?"

Oh, the blessed smile that crept over his white face! and he
pressed my hand and said, "God bless you! Tell me their
names," he said, and he pointed to the stars on the flag.
"The last I know is Ohio. My father lived in Kentucky. But I
have guessed Michigan and Indiana and Mississippi-that was
where Fort Adams is-they make twenty. But where are your
other fourteen? You have not cut up any of the old ones, I
hope?"

Well, that was not a bad text, and I told him the names in
as good order as I could, and he bade me take down his
beautiful map and draw them in as I best could with my
pencil. He was wild with delight about Texas, told me how
his cousin died there; he had marked a gold cross near where
he supposed his grave was; and he had guessed at Texas. Then
he was delighted as he saw California and Oregon,-that, he
said, he had suspected partly, because he had never been
permitted to land on that shore, though the ships were there
so much. "And the men," said he, laughing, "brought off a
good deal beside furs." Then he went back-heavens, how
far!-to ask about the Chesapeake , and what was done to
Barron for surrendering her to the Leopard , and whether
Burr ever tried again-and he ground his teeth with the only
passion he showed. But in a moment that was over, and he
said, "God forgive me, for I am sure I forgive him." Then he
asked about the old war-told me the true story of his
serving the gun the day we took the Java -asked about dear
old David Porter, as he called him. Then he settled down
more quietly, and very happily, to hear me tell in an hour