archibald hughson, a young shetland lad, having a strong desire to go to sea, and his mother withholding her consent, determines to run from home.—he is treacherously assisted by max inkster, a wicked sailor, who succeeds in getting him stowed away on board the “kate,” a greenland whaler.

“where are you going, archy?” asked maggie hughson, as she ran after her brother, who was stealing away from the house, evidently not wishing to be intercepted.

the young hughson’s home stood high up on the slope of a hill on the small island of bressay, one of the shetland group. hence the eye ranged over the northern ocean, while to the eastward appeared the isle of noss, with the rocky holm of noss beyond, the abode of numberless sea-fowl, and to be reached by a rope-way cradle over a broad chasm of fearful depth. the house, roofed with stone, and strongly-built, as it needed to be to withstand the fierce gales blowing over that wild sea, was surrounded by patches of cultivated ground, without trench or bank, or a tree to be seen far or near.

archy stopped when he heard his sister’s voice; for, though headstrong and obstinate, he loved her more than any other human being.

“i am going over to lerwick to see max inkster,” he answered, looking back at her. “the ‘kate’ sails to-morrow, and i promised him a visit before he goes.”

“oh, surely you don’t forget that our mother told you she wished you would not have anything to say to that man!” exclaimed maggie. “he is bad in many ways, and he can only do you harm.”

“i am not going to be led by any one,” answered archy. “i like to hear his tales of the sea, and his adventures when chasing the whale, or hunting white bears, and those sort of things away in greenland, and perhaps some day i may go to sea myself, and i want to know what sort of a life i am likely to lead. i am not going to be kept digging potatoes, and tending cattle and sheep all my life.”

“oh archy! don’t think of it,” said maggie. “it would break our mother’s heart to have you go. you know that our father was lost at sea, and so was uncle magnus, and many other relations and friends. god will bless you, and you will be far happier, if, in obedience to her, you give up your wild notions and stay at home.”

“i am not going to be dictated to, maggie, by mother or you,” exclaimed archy. “max is a fine fellow, notwithstanding what you say. he is expecting me, and i am not going to break my engagement; so, good-bye, maggie. go back home, and look after mother—that’s your duty, which you are so fond of talking about.”

maggie, finding that her arguments were of no avail, returned home, as she could not venture longer to leave her mother, who was ill in bed.

archy took his way till he was out of sight of the house, and then from beneath a large stone, he pulled out a bundle, which he slung at the end of a stick over his shoulder, and proceeded across the island till he came to the shore of the sound which divides it from the mainland. several large black high-sided ships lay at anchor, with numerous boats hanging to the davits, and mostly barque-rigged. they were whalers, belonging to hull and other english and scotch ports, on their way to baffin bay, or the shores of greenland.

archy found a boat just about to cross the sound to lerwick, and, asking for a passage, he jumped in. on landing, he made his way to the house where max inkster lodged. the door was open. archy walked in. max was alone in a little room on one side of the passage; he was smoking, and a bottle and glass were on the table.

“glad to see you, lad,” he said. “sit down. i doubted that you would come.”

“why?” asked archy.

“i thought your mother and sister would advise you to keep away from a fellow like me,” answered max, looking hard at his young guest. he was a strongly-built broad-shouldered man, with an unpleasant expression in his weather-beaten countenance.

“my mother is ill, and did not know i was coming, and i am not going to be dictated to by maggie,” said archy.

“that’s the right spirit, boy,” said max. “if they suspect what you intend doing, they will take good care to prevent you.”

“i don’t intend to let them know,” replied archy. “but i wish mother was not ill. i am half inclined to stop at home till next season, and then i’ll do what i choose, whatever they may say.”

“i see how it is,” observed max, with a sneer on his lips. “you are beginning to think we lead too hard a life for you, and you would rather be looking after the cows, and being at the beck and call of mistress maggie. i thought you had more spirit. you are afraid—that’s the truth of it.”

“no one shall say i am afraid,” exclaimed archy. “i have asked several captains to take me, but they refused without my mother’s leave, and that she won’t give, just because my father and uncle magnus were lost at sea, and so she has taken it into her head that i shall be lost also. if you can help me to go in the ‘kate,’ i am ready. there’s my bundle of clothes.”

“no great stock for a voyage to the arctic seas; but we must rig you out when you get on board,” observed max, taking up archy’s bundle, and stowing it away in a large seaman’s bag which stood in the corner of the room. “you will have to keep pretty close till we are well clear of the land, or the captain will be for putting you on shore again. here, take a glass of grog, it will help to keep up your courage.” max mixed a strong glass of whisky and water, and pushed it across the table to archy.

archy’s scruples soon vanished. he now only thought of the adventures he hoped to meet with among the icebergs.

max had gained his object. from a quarrel which had occurred years before, he had long harboured an ill-feeling towards the hughson’s; and, for the purpose of thwarting and annoying mrs hughson, he was ready to encourage archy in his disobedience to her. when once a person yields to the suggestions of satan, he knows not into what crimes he may be hurried. those who associate with unprincipled people run a fearful risk of being led astray by them. archy, notwithstanding his mother’s warnings, had persisted in visiting max inkster, for the sake of hearing his long yarns of nautical adventure, and he would at first have been excessively indignant had he been told that he was likely, in consequence, to be led into any further act of disobedience.

“did any one see you come in here?” asked max. “no; nanny clousta was out, and no one was passing at the time,” answered archy.

“well, then, stay quiet here till dark, and i’ll take you on board, and stow you away in the hold,” said max. “you must remain there till i give you a signal to come out; but, remember, that you are not to tell the captain or any one else that i had a hand in helping you. just say that you slipped on board in a shore boat, and hid yourself of your own accord. you will promise me that?”

archy had not been in the habit of telling falsehoods; but he had already made one step in the downward course, and though he hesitated, he at last said, “i promise. i needn’t tell that i knew who took me on board, and i can find my own way below, so there’s no necessity to mention your name.”

“that’s it,” said max. “you will want some food, though. here, just fill your pockets with this bread and cheese.” he took some from a cupboard. “and here is a flask of whisky and water. you may have to lie hid for a couple of days, or more, may be; so you must manage your provisions accordingly.”

max went out, and archy fell asleep, with his head on the table. it was late at night before his evil councillor returned.

“rouse up, boy,” he whispered. “it’s time we were aboard. i have got a man to take us off, and he will think you belong to the ship. here, shoulder my bag, and come along.”

max placed his heavy sea-bag on his young companion’s shoulder. archy staggered on under it till he reached the boat. the boatman, who had been paid before, pulled away, and they were soon alongside the whaler. max clambered up the side, and hoisted his bag by a rope after him. archy followed. the officer of the watch was aft, and as the crew and their friends were constantly coming and going, no notice was taken of them. max took up his bag, and as he passed up the main hatchway, which was open, having ascertained that there was no one below, he made a sign to archy to slip down the ladder.

“i’ll be with you in a few minutes,” he whispered. “no one is likely to go there at this hour.”

archy did as he was bid, and felt his way in the dark, till he found himself among the empty casks in the hold, which were stowed ready for use. there were certain spaces between the tiers which would afford him room to hide himself away. into one of these he crept, and lay down waiting for max. he fancied that where he was he should not be seen by anyone moving about the hold, unless expressly looking for him. he thought that max was a long time in coming, and perhaps would not come at all. on the return of daylight, which would stream down through the open hatchway, should he not be discovered? he thought. the crew would certainly be at work at an early hour, and he might not have time to find a more secure hiding-place. then he would have to undergo the annoyance and disgrace of being put on shore, and severely reprimanded by the captain, a very severe man, he had been told. at last he heard some one moving, and presently a light fell on his eyes. he was afraid to stir, almost to breathe, lest he should be discovered.

“well, if i had not come you would have been hauled out to a certainty in the morning,” said max, who had only just then been able to pay him his promised visit. “you must come down lower than this. here, keep after me. now crawl in there, and don’t come out till you hear three blows, which i’ll give on the casks above your head. you will know by the movement of the ship when we have been at sea a couple of days or so. there; now you have got your will. here’s your bundle; it will serve as a pillow, and, remember, don’t take any notice of me. i am your friend, but i am not a man who chooses to be trifled with.” saying this, max, putting out the lantern, crept away, and archy was left in solitude and total darkness. the liquor his evil councillor had given him made him sleepy, so he could not think. otherwise his conscience might have been aroused, and he might have recollected his poor mother lying on a bed of sickness, and his affectionate sister watching for his return. satan knows that he has his victims secure when they are in that condition.

archy hughson was at length awakened by the loud tramp of the crew on deck, the boats being hoisted in, the anchor hove up. he could hear the ripple of the water against the sides of the ship. the “kate” was under way, but she was not yet even out of bressay sound. the hours passed by. he began to grow very weary of his imprisonment, and to long for the expected signal from max, even though he should soon afterwards have to face the captain, and perhaps be punished for having concealed himself on board. as he thought of this, he began to wish he had waited till he had overcome his mother’s objections, and been able to go sea, like other lads, with a proper outfit. now and then a better feeling, akin to remorse, stole over him, when he thought of the sorrow and anxiety his absence must cause his mother, who, though over-indulgent, had ever been affectionate and kind to him. still he did not perceive the wickedness of his own heart, or the cruel ingratitude of which he had been guilty. “she should have let me go, it’s her own fault,” he repeated, hardening himself. “it’s too late now to draw back. i should look very foolish if i was to be set on shore on unst, and have to find my way home by myself.”

unst is the most northern of the shetland islands, and archy guessed that by that time the “kate” was not far off it.

he had little appetite to eat the food he had brought, but he soon drank up the contents of the flask. the mixture was somewhat strong, and sent him off to sleep again. once more satan had him at an advantage, for even then, had he gone to the captain, he would have been sent on shore, and retrieved his fault by returning home and relieving his mother’s anxiety. undo it he could not; for a sin, once committed, can never by man’s power be undone, never forgiven. all sin is committed against god—the slightest evil thought, the slightest departure from truth, is sin against god’s pure and holy law, and he alone can forgive sin. he forgives it only according to the one way he has appointed. he blots it out altogether from remembrance. that way is through faith in the perfect and complete atonement of jesus christ, whose blood, shed for man, “cleanseth from all sin.” there is no other way. he accepts no other recompense for sin. there is no undoing a sin, no making amends. all sins, from such as those which men call the smallest to the greatest, are registered, to be brought up in judgment against the sinner, and the all-cleansing blood of jesus can alone blot them out. man, as a proof of his living faith in christ’s atonement,—of his sorrow for sins committed,—of his hatred of sin, of his repentance,—will, of necessity, do all he can to make amends to his fellow-man for the wrong he has done him; he will restore what he has taken; he will explain the truth where he has spoken falsely; he will be kind and gentle to those he has treated harshly; he will give to those of his substance, or forward their interests whom he has injured in any way. but all this cannot blot out one letter in the eternal register of accusations to be brought against him at the day of judgment. oh! that people did but know this, and would remember that when they sin they sin not only against their fellow-man, but against the all-pure, all-holy god, who can by no means overlook iniquity; in whose sight even the heavens are unclean, without whose knowledge not a sparrow falls to the ground, and by whom the very hairs of our head are numbered.