He spent all his spare time in studying and reading the best books that he could get. We shall find that afterward Benjamin Franklin became the most learned man in America.
Lost time is never found again. One to-day is worth two to-morrows. God helps them that help themselves. Plow deep while sluggards sleep, And you shall have corn to sell and to keep. --BENJAMIN FRANKLIN.
Abner glanced shuttle loom Silas musket threaded coax Deborah offered possible stitch
It was a spring morning more than one hundred years ago. A young man was plowing in a field near a low farmhouse.
Four men with guns on their shoulders passed along the road. "There is Abner White," said one of them. "He ought to join the army. Call to him."
The young man left his plow and ran to the fence.
"We are raising a company to join Washington's army," they said. "We march to-morrow. You must go with us, Abner."
Abner walked quickly to the little farmhouse. His mother was standing in the door.
"My country needs me, mother," he said. "What shall I do?"
"If you feel it is your duty to fight for your country, Abner, you must go," answered the brave woman. "When will the new company march?"
"To-morrow!" exclaimed Mrs. White. "You can not wear those old trousers. We must make you a new pair."
"A soldier can not wait for new clothes, and I must march with my company. A pair of trousers can not be made in a day."
"We shall see," thought his mother, as she hurried away to call her daughters.
"Is there any woolen cloth in the house, Nancy?" she asked.
"And there is no yarn, either," said Deborah, the oldest daughter.
"The sheep have not been sheared, and there is no wool. It is not possible to make Abner a new pair of trousers before he goes. There is no use to try!" said Nancy.
"We can never tell what we can do until we try," replied the mother. "Where are the sheep?"
"They are in the pasture. I'll catch them," offered Silas, the younger son.
"And I'll help," said little Faith. "I'll get some salt to coax them with."
The children ran to the pasture. "Nan, Nan, Nan, Nan," they called. And the sheep came running for the salt.
Nancy was hurrying to the field with a pair of large shears in her hand. "Catch that black sheep if you can," she shouted.