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      “O, do come, Caleb,” said Dwight; “I won't trouble you any more.”

      “No,” said Caleb: “I am tired, and I had rather stay here in my little chair.”

      “But I will carry your chair down to the brook; and there is a beautiful place there to sit and see us tumble in the stones.”

      So Caleb got up, and Dwight took his chair, and they walked together down to the shore of the brook. Dwight found a little spot so smooth and level, that the rocking-chair would stand very even upon it, though it would not rock very well, for the ground was not hard, like a floor. Caleb rested his elbow upon the arm of his chair, and his pale cheek in his little slender hand, and watched the stones, as, one after another, they fell into the brook.

      The brook at this place, was very wide and shallow, and the current was not very rapid, so that they got along pretty fast; and thus the mole advanced steadily out into the stream.

      “Well, Caleb,” said Dwight, as he stopped, after they had tossed out all the stones from the wheelbarrow, “and how do you like our mole?”

      “O, not very well,” said Caleb.

      “Why not?” said Dwight, surprised.

      “It is so stony.”

      “Stony?” said Dwight.

      “Yes,” said Caleb, “I don't think I could walk on it very well.”

      “O,” said Dwight, “we are going to make the top very smooth, when we get it done.”

      “How?” said Caleb.

      “Why, we are going to haul gravel on it, and smooth it all down.”

      “Why can't we do it now?” said David, “as we go along: and then we can wheel our wheelbarrow out upon it, and tip our stones in at the end.”

      “Agreed,” said Dwight; and they accordingly leveled the stones off on the top, and put small stones in at all the interstices, that is, the little spaces between the large stones, so as to prevent the gravel from running down through. Then they went and got a load of gravel out of a bank pretty near, and spread it down over the top, and it made a good, smooth road; only, it was not trodden down hard at first, and so it was not very easy wheeling over it.

      They found one difficulty, however, and that was that the gravel rolled over each side of the mole, and went into the water. To prevent this, they arranged the largest stones on each side, in a row, for the edge, and then filled in with gravel up to the edge, and thus they gradually advanced towards the middle of the stream, finishing the mole completely as they went on. Caleb then said he liked it very much, and wanted to walk on it. So the boys let him. He went out to the end, and stood there a minute, and then said that he wished he had his whip there, to whip in a stick which was sailing down a little way off.

      “Where is your whip?” said David.

      “I suppose it is hanging up on its nail,” said Caleb, “I mean to go and get it.”

      So Caleb walked off the mole, and went slowly up towards the house, singing by the way, while David and Dwight went after another load of gravel. While they were putting down this load, and spreading it on, Caleb came back, looking disappointed and sorrowful, and saying that he could not find his whip.

      “Where did you put it when you had it last?” asked David.

      “I put it on the nail,” said Caleb, “I always put it on the nail.”

      “O, no, Caleb,” said Dwight; “you must have left it about somewhere.”

      “No,” said Caleb, shaking his head with a positive air, “I am sure I put it on my nail.”

      “When did you have it last?”

      “Why,—let me see,” said Caleb, thinking. “I had it yesterday, playing horses on the wood-pile: and then I had it this morning,—I believe,—when I went up the brook to meet Raymond.”

      “Then you left it up there, I know,” said Dwight.

      “No,” said Caleb, “I am sure I put it on my nail.”

      “You did not have it, Caleb,” said David, mildly, “when we met you on the bridge.”

      “Didn't I?” said Caleb, standing still and trying to think.

      “No,” replied Dwight, decidedly.

      “I wish you would go up there with me, and help me find it.”

      “Why, we want to finish our mole,” said David.

      “I'll go,” said Dwight, “while you, David, get another load of gravel. Come, Caleb,” said he, “go and shew me where it was.”

      So Dwight and Caleb walked on. They went down to the bridge, crossed the stream upon it, then turned up, on the opposite bank, and walked on until they came to the cotton landing. Caleb then pointed to the place where he had fallen in; and they looked all about there, upon the bank, and in the water, but in vain. No whip was to be found.

      Before they returned, they stopped a moment at the cotton landing, and Caleb shewed Dwight that the cotton was all made of little bubbles. They got some of it to the shore and examined it, and then, just as they were going away. Dwight exclaimed, suddenly,

      “There is your whip, now, Caleb.”

      Caleb looked round, and saw that Dwight was pointing towards the little fall or rather great ripple of water, and there, just in the fall, was the whip-handle floating, and kept from drifting away by the lash, which had got caught in the rocks. There the handle lay, or rather hung, bobbing up and down, and struggling as if it was trying to get free.

      After various attempts to liberate it, by throwing sticks and stones at it, Dwight took off his shoes, turned up his pantaloons to his knees, and waded in to the place, and after carefully extricating the whip, brought it safely to the shore.