A few years since, a child was lost in the woods.
He was out with his brothers and sisters gathering berries, and was accidentally separated from them, and lost.
The children, after looking in vain for some time in search of the little wanderer, returned, just in the dusk of the evening, to inform their parents that their brother was lost and could not be found.
The woods, at that time, were full of bears.
The darkness of a cloudy night was rapidly coming on, and the alarmed father,
gathering a few of his neighbors, hastened in search of the lost child.
The mother remained at home, almost distracted with suspense.
As the clouds gathered, and the darkness increased, the father and the neighbors, with highly excited fears,
traversed the woods in all directions, and raised loud shouts to attract the attention of the child. But their search was in vain.
They could find no trace of the wanderer;
and, as they stood under the boughs of the lofty trees, and listened, that if possible they might hear his feeble voice,
no sound was borne to their ears but the melancholy moaning of the wind as it swept through the thick branches of the forest.
The gathering clouds threatened an approaching storm, and the deep darkness of the night had already enveloped them.
It is difficult to conceive what were the feelings of that father.
And who could imagine how deep the distress which filled the bosom of that mother, as she heard the wind, and beheld the darkness in which her child was wandering!