Harper's Young People, February 3, 1880 Part 4

"Get the sled, Billy," said Joe.

"He skated himself right ash.o.r.e."

"Guess he isn't hurt."

[Ill.u.s.tration: "HURT? NO, INDEED!"]

"Hurt? No, indeed!" shouted Uncle Josh, as he came up again through the snow. "That's the way we used to skate when I was a boy. Billy, where's that sled?"

He did not seem in any hurry to stand up, but Joe Pearce found his hat, and handed it to him.

"Thank you, Joseph. Billy, you may bring the sled right here in front of me."

"He wants to sit down," said one of the boys.

"He's sitting down now," said Joe. But Billy brought the sled, and Uncle Josh carefully worked himself forward upon it, and began to brush away the snow.

"I'm as white as a miller," he chuckled to himself. "Boys, I guess you may do the rest of my skating for me to-day."

"Don't those skates fit?" asked Joe.

"Oh yes, they fit well enough. It's the ice that doesn't fit. It's too wide for me."

"Well," said Billy, "we'll pull you across. Take hold, boys."

"I declare!" began Uncle Josh; but the boys had seized the rope, and were off in a twinkling.

"It's fun," they heard him mutter; "but what would Sister Sanders say?"

"There she is!" exclaimed Billy, "right down by the sh.o.r.e. She's come to see us skate."

"Hold on, boys! hold on! Let me get my skates off."

But there were so many boys pulling and pus.h.i.+ng around that sled that before they could all let go and stop it, the pond had been nearly crossed, and there was Mrs. Sanders.

Uncle Josh did not seem to see her at all, and only said, "Now, boys, just unbuckle my skates for me, will you?"

It would have been done more quickly if there had not been so many to help, and by the time one skate was loose, Uncle Josh was laughing again.

"Deacon Parmenter!"

"Is that you, Sister Sanders? They're all safe--every boy of them. Just wait a moment now, and they'll be ready for you."

"Ready for me! What can you mean? I'm just amazed and upset, Deacon Parmenter. A man like you, to be cutting up in such a way as this!"

"There they are, Sister Sanders. You can put 'em right on. Come and sit down on the sled. They're a little large for me, but they'll just fit you; I know they will."

Uncle Josh had very carefully risen to his feet, and was holding out to her Brother Bob's big skates, straps and all. Her face grew very rosy indeed as she looked at them.

"Fit me!" she exclaimed--"those things fit me! Why, Deacon Parmenter, what can you mean?"

"Too small, eh? Well, now, I'd ha' thought--"

But Mrs. Sanders turned right around and marched away toward her own house without saying another word.

"Boys," said Uncle Josh, "the skating is fine, but there isn't any more of it than you'll want. Billy, take care of Brother Bob's skates for him. I hope you'll all have a good time."

He was edging and sliding along toward the sh.o.r.e while he was talking, and the last they heard him say was,

"I can skate well enough, but I'm afraid somebody else'll have to do my walking for me for a week or two."

"He's just the best man in the village," said Joe Pearce.

"So he is," said Billy; "but I'm glad the ice was thick. What would we have done if he'd broken through?"

"That's why fat men like him don't skate, Billy. Did you see what a hole he made in that there snow-bank?"

He had, and so had the rest, but they all skated a race across the pond to take another look at it, and wonder how he ever managed to get out.

s.h.i.+PS PAST AND PRESENT.--[SEE PAGE 162.]

[Ill.u.s.tration: s.h.i.+PS OF COLUMBUS.]

[Ill.u.s.tration: NORWEGIAN s.h.i.+P OF THE TENTH CENTURY.]

[Ill.u.s.tration: THE FIRST OCEAN STEAM-s.h.i.+P.]

[Ill.u.s.tration: THE "MAYFLOWER."]

[Ill.u.s.tration: OCEAN STEAM-s.h.i.+P OF TO-DAY.]

[Ill.u.s.tration: AMERICAN CLIPPER s.h.i.+P.]

s.h.i.+PS PAST AND PRESENT.

On page 161 are given ill.u.s.trations of six different styles of vessels, all of which are correct drawings of s.h.i.+ps that in different ages have acted important parts in the history of this continent.

The upper right-hand picture represents a Norwegian war s.h.i.+p of the tenth century, and in such a one Scandinavian traditions a.s.sert that, early in the eleventh century, Olaf Ericsson and his hardy crew sailed into the unknown west for many a day, until at length they reached the sh.o.r.es of America. On the authority of these same traditions, some people a.s.sert that the structure known as the "old stone mill of Newport" was erected by this same Olaf Ericsson, and left by him as a monument of his discovery.

If Ericsson and his men did make the voyage across the unknown ocean, it was a very brave thing for them to do, for as the picture shows their s.h.i.+p was a very small affair when compared with the magnificent vessels of to-day, and was ill fitted to battle with the storms of the Atlantic.

She was of about ten tons burden, or as large as an oyster sloop of to-day, and carried a crew of twenty-five men. A single mast was stepped amids.h.i.+ps, and this supported the one large square sail which was all that s.h.i.+ps of those days carried. Well forward of the mast was a single bank of oars, or long sweeps, that were used when the wind was unfavorable, or during calms.

Although this style of craft appears very queer to us, in those days it was considered the perfection of marine architecture, and in these little s.h.i.+ps the fierce Scandinavian Vikings, or sea-rovers, became the scourge and terror of the Northern seas.