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The Giant Ferryman.
By Rev. Stuart Nye Hutchison, D. D.
Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of
the least of these, my brethren, ye have done
it unto me. Matt. 25 :40.
Long ago in the land of Syria, according to
the legend, there lived a man named Christo
pher. He was very tall and muscular, in fact
he was the strongest man anywhere. He vowed
that he would only serve the mightiest being
in the whole world. So he spent his life seek
ing the strongest master. For a while he was
in the service of a king, who was very power
fnl. But after a little he discovered that this
king was dreadfully afraid of the devil. So
he left the king and went to serve the devil.
One day as he and Satan were walking along
the road together they came to a cross. When
Satan saw it he began to tremble. Christopher
concluded that Jesus must be stronger than
Satan, so he decided that he would serve Jesus.
But where was Jesus to be found? For a long
time he looked for him in vain. Then he met
a hermit who told him about Jesus and he be
came a Christian. There was a swift deep riv
er not very far from there, and the hermit
advised him he could serve Jesus by carrying
people across that river on his back. He told
him that whenever he did a kindness for one
who was poor and weak that Jesus would
love him, and that some day he would come and
speak to him.
So Christopher built a house by the side of
the river and gave all his time and strength
to carrying people over the stream. The river
was so swift that it would have swept away
another man, but Christopher was very strong
and went over very easily. It was a great sight
to see him carrying, sometimes old men, some
times children, sometimes weak women over
the river and putting them gently down on the
After a good many years had passed and
Jesus had never once come, one evening Chris
topher was sitting in his house. It was very
late and there was a great storm outside. He
was sure that no one would want to go over
the river that night, and he was getting ready
to go to bed, when he heard a voice calling,
"Christopher." He thought at first that it
was the wind, but he heard it again, and
then the third time. So he opened the door
and looked out. It was as dark as could be,
but before long he saw a little child standing
there, and begging to be taken over the river.
Without saying a word big Christopher put
the little fellow on his shoulder and waded out
into the river. At first the weight of the child
was very light, but it became more heavy each
step, until by the time he had reached the mid
dle of the stream it was almost more than he
could stand up under. But at last they reached
the other side. Christopher set the little boy
down on the bank and asked him who he was.
He answered, "I am Jesus, and in carrying
me, you have been carrying the sins of the
whole world. You are a good and faithful
servant. Go on serving me here as you have
been doing and some day you will be with me
So Christopher found Jesus at last. To the
end of his days he helped Jesus by carrying
people over that steep, swift river. When he
died people called him "St. Christopher,"
which means Christ-bearer.
Christopher served Jesus by bearing other
people's troubles and burdens. We can all
serve him in the same way. At one of our busy
cross-streets one day there was an old woman
with a heavy basket waiting for a chance to
cross the street. There was a great amount
of heavy traffic that day and she was afraid to
start with her load. All at once there came a
boy and lifted her basket and helped her over.
She was so thankful. He had carried her bur
den for her.
Not far from here there is a poor woman who
has been lying in bed for many years. She is
very lonely and the days are very long. There
are some young girls who go every week and
read to her. They are helping bear her bur
There are burdens for all of us to bear, and
we can see Jesus as Christopher did if we will
give our lives to bearing them.
"We can. Let's do it!"
Three hours later four tired, happy boys
climbed into bed, but their happiness did not
spring from the sidewalks overturned nor the
gates stolen on their way home. ? The Child's
We just know that our young folks are glad
to have Dr. Hutchison's sermons again. He has
taken a long vacation, and we are all so glad to
have him back again. He went away from
home during the summer for a rest and since
he came back he has been so busy with his
big church and all his big people and his little
people that he could not send us his good ser
mons for awhile. But now he writes that he
will send us one every week. Aren't you glad?
When we did not have his sermons we got
the best we could, but then they were not like
A great many people, some young and some
old, have told us how much they like these ser
mons. If any of you want to tell Dr. Hutchi
son how much you like them, you may write
to him at Norfolk, Va., or you may send your
letters to us and we will send them to him.
Take away the flowers, and soon,
You will find the storm's begun.
Before you know It, sure 'twill be
Autumn over land and sea.
When November comes
The flowers have gone:
The birds have flown away,
Ah, then we think of of the pilgrims brave
And their Thanksgiving day.
QUESTION AND ANSWER.
Dear Presbyterian : I am a little girl twelve
years old and live away out in the country
nine miles from York on a farm very near my
Grandpa Bigger 's. My papa keeps Jersey cows
and 1 can milk and like it fine. I have one
sister older than I and three brothers younger.
My sister and I enjoy picking cotton very
much. I wonder how many other writers do?
Ah my letter is getting long I will close by
answering Ethel Littlefields' question. The
21st verse of the 7th chapter of Ezra has every
letter in it except J. I will also ask a question :
What king was crowned when seven years of
age? I hope the waste basket has had a birth
day or something of the sort and had a big din
ner and is so full it has not any room for my
letter. I will watch for an answer for my let
ter in the pupcr. Your little friend,
York, S. C., R. P. D. No. 2.
Dear Grace: We all enjoyed your interest
ing letter. I think it would be nice if all the
boys and girls who pick cotton would write
and tell us about how the cotton is planted,
how it grows, etc. And tell lis to whom we
will give thanks for the cotton this month.
Won't you be the first one to write? II. A.
WORKING FOR THE SOLDIERS.
Dear Presbyterian : This is my second let
ter to you. It has been a long time since I
wrote to you. I am eleven years old. I am
going to school and am in the sixth grade. I
go to Sunday-school every Sunday I can. Our
class took a share in the foreign mission offer
ing. I have one pet, an old cat. She is a good
mouser. She caught three mice this evening.
I am working for the soldiers, cutting snips.
Grandmother is knitting for the soldiers. She
has knit five sweaters and is knitting on a pair
of socks. I like to read "Our Boys and Girls,"
and the children's letters. I will answer Ethel
Littlcfield 's question : The seventh chapter and
the twenty-first verse of Ezra. I will ask one
myself: Who slew six hundred Philistines
with an ox goad? I hope the waste basket has
gone to kill the kaiser. I will close
Your little friend,
Dear Henry : It is splendid to know that out
boys at home are helping the boys at the front.
It makes us very proud of them. Wouldn't you
like to know how many of the others are doing
something? Suppose you write us just what
"cutting snips" is and what use is made of
them. I think this would help some of the
others. Grandma has done a lot. H. A.
Dear Presbyterian : I am in the fourth grade.
We are always eager for Wednesday to come
when the mail man comes with the Presby
terian, so we can read all the nice little stories
and letters from and to the children. I am on
the honor roll every month and bring a blue
card every Monday. A few Sundays ago was
Rally Day. We had a grand crowd and grand
exercises and good collection. One next Sun
day is to go to Sunday-school and we are try
ing to see how many we can take out to Sun
day-school. I will close, by asking a question :
Which is the shortest psalm in the Bible? I
am a Valentine. I was born on the 14th of
February. Your friend,
Mary Louise Flagler.
Kingstree, S. C.
Dear Mary: It is fine to be on the honor
roll every month. I am glad your Sunday
school is getting on so well. H. A.
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little girl nine
years old. This is my first letter to you. I go
to school and T am in the fourth grade.
Your unknown friend,
Dear Anna: We are all glad to have one
more little girl join our grolip. Why don't
you write us about your school! H. A.