"There were no automobiles in those days, and no good roads. William had
to ride a pony, leaving the main highway and riding over a trail that
had been blazed through the forest.
"As he started out one afternoon, his mother said to him, 'Son, I'm
afraid to have you carry so much money over that lonely trail.'
"'Oh, there is no reason to worry, Mother,' replied the lad cheerfully,
as he swung into the saddle. 'You know I have always made the trip safely
before.'
"'Yes,' replied the good woman, 'but I feel fearful today. I shall be
praying for you while you are on your way.'
"William waved to her, as he turned his pony about and started on his
journey. He had placed the payroll in his saddle bags; and as he looked
at them he said to himself, 'How glad I am that my master trusts me with
so much money.'
"He whistled and sang, as he rode along; but as he neared the lonely
forest trail, a strange feeling of fear came over him. He reined in his
pony and sat still for some time, wondering just what he ought to do.
Then Bee Prayerful began to buzz about his ears. He had heard its little
voice many times before, and he had learned always to listen and obey.
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