Rollo in the Woods | Page 2

She looked at the clock, and told him he had been reading seventeen
minutes.
"Is seventeen minutes more than a quarter of an hour, or not so much?"
asked Rollo.
"It is more;--fifteen minutes is a quarter of an hour. Now you may do
what you please till the other quarter has elapsed."
Rollo thought he would go and read more. It is true he was tired; but he
was sorry he had done wrong, and he thought that if he read more than
he was obliged to, his mother would see that he was penitent, and that
he acquiesced in his punishment.
So he went on reading, and the rest of the half hour passed away very
quickly. In fact, his mother came out before he got up from his reading,
to tell him it was time for him to go. She said she was very glad he had
submitted pleasantly to his punishment, and she gave him something
wrapped up in a paper.
"Keep this till you get a little tired of play, down there, and then sit
down on a log and open it."
Rollo wondered what it was. He took it gladly, and began to go. But in
a minute he turned round and said,
"But how shall I find Jonas?"
"What is he doing?" said his mother.
"He said he was going to clear up some land."
"Then you will hear his axe. Go down to the edge of the woods and
listen, and when you hear him, call him. But you must not go into the
woods unless you hear him."

BRIDGE BUILDING
Rollo went on, down the green lane, till he came to the turn-stile, and
then went through into the field. He then followed a winding path until
he came to the edge of the trees, and there stopped to listen.
He heard the brook gurgling along over the stones, and that was all at
first; but presently he began to hear the strokes of an axe. He called out
as loud as he could,
"Jonas! Jonas!"
But Jonas did not hear.
Then he walked along the edge of the woods till he came nearer the
place where he heard the axe. He found here a little opening among the
trees and bushes, so that he could look in. He saw the brook, and over
beyond it, on the opposite bank, was Jonas, cutting down a small tree.
So Rollo walked on until he came to the brook, and then asked Jonas
how he should get over. The brook was pretty wide and deep.
Jonas said, if he would wait a few minutes, he would build him a
bridge.
"You cannot build a bridge," said Rollo.
"Wait a little and see."
So Rollo sat down on a mossy bank, and Jonas, having cut down the
small tree, began to work on a larger one that stood near the bank.
After he had cut a little while, Rollo asked him why he did not begin
the bridge.
"I am beginning it," said he.
Rollo laughed at this, but in a minute Jonas called to him to stand back,
away from the bank; and then, after a few strokes more, the top of the

tree began to bend slowly over, and then it fell faster and faster, until it
came down with a great crash, directly across the brook.
"There!" said Jonas, "there is your bridge."
Rollo looked at it with astonishment and pleasure.
"Now," said Jonas, "I will come and help you over."
"No," said Rollo, "I can come over myself. I can take hold of the
branches for a railing."
So Rollo began to climb along the stem of the tree, holding on carefully
by the branches. When he reached the middle of the stream, he stopped
to look down into the water.
"This is a capital bridge of yours, Jonas," said he. "How beautiful the
water looks down here! O, I see a little fish! He is swimming along by
a great rock. Now he is standing perfectly still. O, Jonas, come and see
him."
"No," said Jonas, "I must mind my work."
After a little time, Rollo went carefully on over the bridge, and sat
down on the bank of the brook. But he did not have with him the parcel
his mother gave him. He had left it on the other side.
After he had watched the fishes, and thrown pebble-stones into the
brook some time, he began to be tired, and he asked Jonas what he had
better do.
"I think you had better build a wigwam."
"A wigwam? What is a wigwam?" said Rollo.
"It is a little house made of bushes such as the Indians live in."
"O, I could not make a house," said Rollo.

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