Bruce And The Spider
There was once a king of Scotland whose
name was Robert Bruce. He had need to be both brave and wise, for the days during which he
lived were wild and rude. The King of England was at war with him, and had
led an excellent army into Scotland to drive
him out of the land.
Battle after battle had been fought. six fold had Bruce led his brave little army against
his foes; and 6 times had his men been
beaten, and driven into flight. eventually his
army was scattered, and he was forced to hide himself within
the woods and in lonely places among the mountains.
As he lay thinking, he saw a spider over his
head, preparing to weave her web. He
watched her as she toiled slowly and with care .
Six times she tried to throw her frail thread from one beam to a different , and six times it fell short.
"Poor thing!" said Bruce! you, too,
know what it's to fail.
But the spider didn't lose hope with the
sixth failure. With still more care, she did to undertake for the seventh time. Bruce almost
forgot his own troubles as he watched her swing herself out upon the slender
line. Would she fail again? No! The thread was carried safely to the beam, and
fastened there.
"I, too, will try a seventh time!"
cried Bruce.
He arose and called his men together. He told them of his plans, and sent them out with messages of cheer to his He told them of his plans, and sent them out with messages of cheer to his Soon there was a military of brave Scotchmen around him. Another battle was fought, and the King of England was glad to travel back to his own country.
I have heard it said, that, then day, nobody by the name of Bruce would ever hurt a spider.
The lesson which the
small creature had taught
the king was never forgotten.
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