‘My son, it is a wicked thing to tell a lie,’ replied his mother. ‘You must go to Sam and confess, and give him the bird.’
Accordingly, he went to his brother, and said, ‘Sam, here's your partridge. I did take it out of my trap; but I put it in there first.’ His brother gave him a talking, and then forgave him.
Being a very bright, manly boy, he was intrusted to carry grain several miles to mill, when he was only eight years old. On one of these occasions, he arrived just as another boy, who preceded him, had alighted to open the gate. ‘Just let me drive in before you shut it,’ said Isaac, ‘and then I shall have no need to get down from my wagon.’ The boy patiently held the gate for him to pass through; but, Isaac, without stopping to thank him, whipped up his horse, arrived at the mill post haste, and claimed the right to be first served, because he was the first comer. When the other boy found he was compelled to wait, he looked very much dissatisfied,
