Bruce and The Spider

There was once a king of Scotland whose name was Robert Bruce. He had the need

to be both brave and wise, for the times in which he lived were wild and rude.

The King of England was at war with him and had led a great army into Scotland

to drive him out of the land.

Battle after battle had been fought. Six times had Bruce led his brave little army

against his foes, and six times had his men been beaten and driven into flight.

At last, his army was scattered, and he was forced to hide himself in the woods

and in lonely places among the mountains.

One rainy day, Bruce lay on the ground under a rude shed, listening to the patter

of the drops on the roof above him. He was tired and sick at heart and ready

to give up all hope. It seemed to him that there was no use for him to try to do

anything more.

As he lay thinking, he saw a spider over his head, making ready to weave her web.

He watched her as she toiled slowly and with great care. Six times she tried to throw

her frail thread from one beam to another, and six times it fell short.

“Poor thing!” said Bruce: “you, too, know what it is to fail.”

But the spider did not lose hope with the sixth failure. With still more care, she made

ready to try 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 disheartened people. Soon there was an army of brave

Scotch men around him. Another battle was fought, and the King of England was glad

to go back to his own country.

I have heard it said that, after that day, no one by the name of Bruce would ever hurt

a spider. The lesson which the little creature had taught the king was never forgotten.

The End