"
"I forgot, Aunt Boynton! Yes, I think perhaps my mother named me.
Mothers 'most always name their babies, don't they? My mother
wasn't like you; she looked just like the picture of Pocahontas
in my History. She never knew about these Bible rods, I guess."
"When you go a little further you will find pleasanter things
about rods," said his aunt, knitting, knitting, intensely, as was
her habit, and talking as if her mind were a thousand miles away.
"You know they were just little branches of trees, and it was
only God's power that made them wonderful in any way."
"Oh! I thought they were like the singing-teacher's stick he
keeps time with."
"No; if you look at your Concordance you'll finds it gives you a
chapter in Numbers where there's something beautiful about rods.
I have forgotten the place; it has been many years since I looked
at it. Find it and read it aloud to me." The boy searched his
Concordance and readily found the reference in the seventeenth
chapter of Numbers.
"Stand near me and read," said Mrs. Boynton. "I like to hear the
Bible read aloud!"
Rodman took his Bible and read, slowly and haltingly, but with
clearness and understanding:
1. AND THE LORD SPAKE UNTO MOSES, SAYING,
2.
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