And once，when some bad boys pushed a blind man over in the mud，and Jacob ran to help him up and receive his blessing，the blind man did not give him any blessing at all，but whacked him over the head with his stick and said he would like to catch him shoving him again，and then pretending to help him up.This was not in accordance with any of the books.Jacob looked them all over to see.
One thing that Jacob wanted to do was to find a lame dog that hadn't any place to stay，and was hungry and persecuted，and bring him home and pet him and have that dog's imperishable gratitude.And at last he found one and was happy；and he brought him home and fed him，but when he was going to pet him the dog flew at him and tore all the clothes off him except those that were in front，and made a spectacle of him that was astonishing.He examined authorities，but he could not understand the matter.It was of the same breed of dogs that was in the books，but it acted very differently.Whatever this boy did he got into trouble.The very things the boys in the books got rewarded for turned out to be about the most unprofitable things he could invest in.
Once，when he was on his way to Sunday-school，he saw some bad boys starting off pleasuring in a sailboat.He was filled with consternation，because he knew from his reading that boys who went sailing on Sunday invariably got drowned.So he ran out on a raft to warn them，but a log turned with him and slid him into the river.A man got him out pretty soon，and the doctor pumped the water out of him，and gave him a fresh start with his bellows，but he caught cold and lay sick abed nine weeks.But the most unaccountable thing about it was that the bad boys in the boat had a good time all day，and then reached home alive and well in the most surprising manner.Jacob Blivens said there was nothing like these things in the books.He was perfectly dumfounded.
When he got well he was a little discouraged，but he resolved to keep on trying anyhow.He knew that so far his experiences wouldn't do to go in a book，but he hadn't yet reached the allotted term of life for good little boys，and he hoped to be able to make a record yet if he could hold on till his time was fully up.If everything else failed he had his dying speech to fall back on.
He examined his authorities，and found that it was now time for him to go to sea as a cabin-boy.He called on a ship-captain and made his application，and when the captain asked for his recommendations he proudly drew out a tract and pointed to the word，“To Jacob Blivens，from his affectionate teacher.”But the captain was a coarse，vulgar man，and he said，“Oh，that be blowed!that wasn't any proof that he knew how to wash dishes or handle a slush-bucket，and he guessed he didn't want him.”This was altogether the most extraordinary thing that ever happened to Jacob in all his life.A compliment from a teacher，on a tract，had never failed to move the tenderest emotions of ship-captains，and open the way to all offices of honor and profit in their gift—it never had in any book that ever he had read.He could hardly believe his senses.
This boy always had a hard time of it.Nothing ever came out according to the authorities with him.At last，one day，when he was around hunting up bad little boys to admonish，he found a lot of them in the old iron-foundry fixing up a little joke on fourteen or fifteen dogs，which they had tied together in long procession，and were going to ornament with empty nitroglycerin cans made fast to their tails.Jacob's heart was touched.He sat down on one of those cans (for he never minded grease when duty was before him)，and he took hold of the foremost dog by the collar，and turned his reproving eye upon wicked Tom Jones.But just at that moment Alderman McWelter，full of wrath，stepped in.All the bad boys ran away，but Jacob Blivens rose in conscious innocence and began one of those stately little Sunday-school-book speeches which always commence with “Oh，sir!”in dead opposition to the fact that no boy，good or bad，ever starts a remark with “Oh，sir.”But the alderman never waited to hear the rest.He took Jacob Blivens by the ear and turned him around，and hit him a whack in the rear with the flat of his hand；and in an instant that good little boy shot out through the roof and soared away toward the sun,with the fragments of those fifteen dogs stringing after him like the tail of a kite.And there wasn't a sign of that alderman or that old iron-foundry left on the face of the earth；and，as for young Jacob Blivens，he never got a chance to make his last dying speech after all his trouble fixing it up，unless he made it to the birds；because，although the bulk of him came down all right in a tree-top in an adjoining county，the rest of him was apportioned around among four townships，and so they had to hold five inquests on him to find out whether he was dead or not，and how it occurred.You never saw a boy scattered so.
Thus perished the good little boy who did the best he could，but didn't come out according to the books.Every boy who ever did as he did prospered except him.His case is truly remarkable.It will probably never be accounted for.
1870
