A Tragedy in Russia by A. SMITH

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Aug 10, 1911

A Tragedy in Russia

By A. SMITH

A. SMITH

MANY years ago a nobleman in Russia was traveling with his family in winter. Part of the way the road lay through a dense, extensive forest, soon after entering which the distant howl of a wolf was heard, then another, and another, from different directions. Soon the howls became more numerous and nearer.

The horses were urged to their utmost speed; but still the wolves gained on them, and soon could be seen following the sleigh. Article after article of wrappings was thrown out, each serving to check the wolves for a moment while they quarreled and fought over it.

Soon the ferocious animals drew very near, and it was seen that they were making an attempt to flank the horses, succeeding in which, all would have been lost. Quickly taking in the situation, the faithful driver handed the reins to his master, saying, “Take care of my wife and children,” and plunged off the sleigh into the snow. While the wolves were fighting over and devouring his body, the team succeeded in reaching a farmhouse, and the family was saved.

Saved—but at what cost! Ever afterward that Russian lord, his wife, and his children owed, under God, every breath they drew, every blessing and joy of life, to the driver who had given his life to savage beasts for them.

Even so in Christ “we live, and move, and have our being.” Acts 17:28. “God commendeth his love toward us, in that while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.” Rom. 5:8. “He died for all, that they which live should not henceforth live unto themselves, but unto him which died for them, and rose again.” 2 Cor. 5:15.

Grandville, Mich.