Hi and welcome to Homeschool Story Time: Week 31.
Today’s story is about a little German girl named Lisa whose father is a fisherman.
One day a storm strikes and he doesn’t come home from sea.
Will she ever see him again?
Read on to find out.
Lisa
by Ida Fay
Lisa was a little German girl who lived in a village on the seacoast. Her father was a fisherman, and sometimes he would take her with him on pleasant days when he went in his boat.
They would start in the morning, and after sailing about, and catching a good load of fish, would come home at noon to the nice dinner which Lisa’s elder sister had prepared for them.
One day Lisa was alone in the house. Her sister had gone away to spend the day, and her father was out fishing. A heavy storm came up. It rocked the house, and blew the shutters to and fro; but Lisa never heeded it, for she was thinking of her father.
After the storm had ceased, she went to the door and looked out. An old fisherman was passing with his son. She asked him about her father. He pointed out the place where he had seen him before the storm, and said, “I fear that your father’s boat has been driven upon the rocks, for it is no longer to be seen.”
Without a moment’s delay, Lisa tied on her hat, and hastened down to the shore. She got into a boat, and was pushing off, when an old sailor stopped her, and asked her where she was going.
“I am going in search of my father,” said she.
“I will go with you, my good girl,” said the sailor; and he sprang into the boat, and took the oars.
They rowed out to the rocks, for the sea had gone down. Poor Lisa’s heart sank within her as she gazed upon that angry coast; for the first thing that caught her eyes was a fragment of a boat.
Yes, her father’s boat had surely been wrecked. “Oh, my dear, dear father!” said Lisa, bursting into tears, “I shall never see him again.”
But hark! There comes a shout, “Boat ahoy!” Lisa’s heart beats wildly, for it is her father’s voice. Quick as thought, the sailor pulls to the place where the sound came from. And there Lisa found her father clinging to a rock. What a joyful meeting there was! And how happy Lisa felt to think that she had gone so promptly to the rescue!
There were thankful hearts in the fisherman’s cottage that night; and Lisa never forgot the good old sailor who had proved such a true friend in time of need.
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