THE SNOW FORT, OR GOOD FOR EVIL
The next morning, after breakfast, Oliver proposed to Rollo, that they
should go down to the pond, and build a snow fort. During the night,
there had been a slight thaw, accompanied with some rain. The body of
snow on the ground had become softened and adhesive by the moisture, and
was, as Jonas said, "in prime condition for all sorts of snow work."
Oliver borrowed of Jonas the large wooden snow-shovel, with a blade
nearly two feet square, used in cutting out the paths around the house.
Rollo assisted him to strap it on the hand-sled, together with some
boards, two iron shovels, and a hoe.
"The Conqueror"--for that was the name of his sled--"will have to be
captive to-day," said Oliver, as he bound the load upon the sled, which
he and Rollo were going to drag down to the pond.
"You had better take the garden-reel and line," said Jonas to Oliver,
"if you intend to make a good fort. You will want to stretch your line
so as to make the sides square, and to guide you in cutting out your
blocks of snow."
"O, we don't want to be so particular as that," said Oliver.
"But I thought," said Jonas, "that your plan last evening was, to do
your work in a workmanlike manner. If you want a substantial fort to
last all winter, you must lay a good foundation, and cut your courses
true, so that they will rest firmly one upon the other,--and especially
if you are going to have a roof."
"We mean to have a roof," said Rollo, "or we cannot illuminate it in the
evening."
"Well, then," said Jonas, "I advise you to take the line, and build
according to rule."
Oliver had not forgotten what Jonas had often told him about doing his
work like a workman.
"_What is worth doing at all, is worth doing well_" Jonas used to say.
So Oliver went to get the reel and line.
While he was gone to the tool-house, Rollo thought of Franco Ney, and
began to call aloud, "Franco! Franco!"
Franco did not come.
"Franco! Franco--o! Franco--o! Where _is_ Franco?" said Rollo; "we can't
go without him."
"He won't mind you," said Oliver, as he came running back.
"You call him, then," said Rollo.
Oliver whistled the dog call, and in a moment, Franco came running from
the poultry yard with a bone in his mouth, which he had been gnawing for
a breakfast. At that moment, Nathan came running out of the door, with a
luncheon in his hand for them all. The farmer's wife had put up in a
paper an apple turn-over and a nut-cake for each of the boys, as they
were going on so important an expedition.
Very soon, every thing was ready, and they started for the scene of
operations, eager for their work, Oliver and Rollo drawing the sled, and
Nathan and Franco following on behind.
When they arrived near the pond, Oliver pointed to a little mound, not
far from the edge of the water, which overlooked the principal
skating-ground of the village boys in winter.
"There, Rollo," said Oliver, "there's the place for a fort. Many a
pleasant time we have had there, in a clear winter night, watching the
skaters all the way up to the head of the pond. The fires look
splendidly."
"It is a good place for a lookout," said Rollo; "but then I wouldn't
build it here. Let us go down nearer the pond."
"No," said Oliver; "if we go down near the pond, as likely as not, the
first skating night, some of the boys will tear our fort all to pieces."
"What if they do?" said Rollo.
"I want it to last all winter," said Oliver.
Rollo yielded to Oliver's wishes, and they began together to unbind
their load of boards and tools.
"Come, Nathan," said Oliver, "we want you to help us now."
Rollo and Nathan measured with the reel and line, while Oliver planted a
stake firmly in the snow at the four corners of the square.
According to Jonas's advice, the evening before, they had agreed to make
their fortification twelve feet square, and the walls about one foot
thick.
Rollo and Nathan held the cord, stretched from corner to corner, just
along the surface of the snow, while Oliver, with the shovel, cut the
snow square down to the ground, more than a foot and a half deep.
In this way they went round the whole enclosure, outside. They then went
inside, and, by a similar process, cut away the snow so as to leave an
unbroken line of snow wall about ten feet square and one foot wide.
"There," said Oliver, "there are the sills, as Jonas called them. It is
what _I_ call a good foundation."
After this, Oliver asked Rollo to bring in the measuring-board inside of
the fort.
Oliver and Rollo remembered what Jonas had told them about "commanding
and obeying," and agreed to take turns in being "director."
It was Oliver's turn for the first hour, and Rollo was to obey him.
Nathan was to assist them both, when he was wanted.
Oliver, therefore, took the command, and directed where and how to cut
out the snow, in the manner which Jonas had described.
They proceeded with the measuring-board, to mark off, and cut out by it,
solid blocks of snow about four feet long, one foot wide, and one thick.
Rollo laid down the measuring-board on the snow, and then both of them,
with the shovels, cut down the snow perpendicularly along the edges, so
as to have all the snow-blocks of precisely the same length, breadth,
and thickness. These they laid in courses, on the top of the foundation.
It took just three blocks to form a side, excepting the side where the
door was, which they left three feet wide.
After working more than two hours, and laying two courses, they shoveled
out all the broken snow that remained inside, and then sat down on the
sled to eat their luncheon and rest.
"How do you like the looks of it, Rollo?" said Oliver.
"_Well_," said Rollo; "only I don't see how we can make a roof."
"Jonas will help us do that," said Oliver, "if we do the rest of the
work well."
The boys, however, were now pretty tired. They had worked very hard.
They pulled off their caps, and with their handkerchiefs wiped the
perspiration from their foreheads.
"Don't let us work any longer now," said Nathan, rubbing his hands, and
knocking one foot against the other. "I think we have done enough for
one day; and my feet are _so_ cold!"
"_We've_ done enough!" said Oliver. "I think Rollo and I have had the
principal _doing_ to do. You and Franco have been looking on."
"'What you've to do
Get done to-day,
And do not for to-morrow stay;
There's always danger in delay'"--
said Rollo. "I think we had better finish it now. Come, Nathan, jump
about here on the sled, and you will soon be warm."
So they went briskly at work again, Rollo taking the command. They found
it very hard, after the second course, to get the snow-blocks up on the
snowy wall. Often they would slip away out of their hands, just as they
were lodging them safely on the top, and fall over on one side of the
wall, and break to pieces.
"Let us cut them in two," said Oliver; "we can handle them better so."
Before they got through the fourth course, they were glad to cut all
their materials into pieces of one foot square.
"How high are the walls now?" said Rollo, as they stopped to look at the
appearance of the last course.
"Between five and six feet," said Oliver. "The foundation is at least a
foot and a half high, and we have laid four courses."
Oliver, Rollo, and Nathan went to work together, then, stopping up all
the chinks in the wall, inside and out, with soft snow.
When this was well done, Oliver took the hoe, and with the sharp edge
shaved down all around on both sides, making the walls look even and
true.
"Well," said Rollo, "that is the best snow fort I ever saw. Jonas does
know how to do things, doesn't he, Oliver? But I don't see how we are to
get a roof on."
"I don't care about a roof," said Oliver. "We don't want to play in it
only in pleasant weather."
"I'll tell you what we might do," said Rollo. "We could make a partition
through the middle, and put a roof over half of it."
"So we can," said Oliver. "We'll do that this afternoon. It's time to go
to dinner now."
The boys then gathered all the tools, &c., and laid them together, as
Jonas had taught them to do, when they finished work, and then started
for home.
"Halloo, Franco," said Rollo, "are you here still?" They had been so busy
at work, they had taken no notice of him. But Franco had watched their
operations, and now went running on in the path before the boys, wagging
his tail, as if he had as much pleasure as they, in contemplating the
result of their morning's labor.
When Jonas came home to dinner, at noon, the boys were impatient to tell
him what they had done.
But Jonas was too much engaged in some work about the new barn to listen
to their story then. He told them, however, that he would go down about
sunset, and look at their work, and hear the account, in the evening, of
the experiment in doing work like workmen.
After dinner, Oliver was excused from many of his regular duties, on
account of the visit of Rollo and Nathan; and the three boys hastened
to return to their fort. They were so intent on finishing it, that they
lost all interest in playing with Franco, or each other.
"What shall we call our fort?" said Oliver, as they walked along.
"We don't want any name, do we?" said Rollo.
"O, yes," said Oliver, "let us have a name. I always like to have a
name. There's the old 'General,'--we have had many a good time with him;
and my 'Conqueror,'--there isn't a boy in town that doesn't know my
sled."
"We might call it 'Gibraltar,'" said Rollo.
"Yes, that's a good name," said Oliver. "How do you like 'Iceberg
Castle'? Jonas was telling us all about the icebergs the other evening;
and I read a story, about a famous 'Ice Palace' in Russia; how do you
like that?"
"I don't like that," said Rollo. "Ours is a _fort_; it isn't a palace."
"If you are going to have it a palace," said Nathan, "whom will you
have for a _king_?"
"You may be king, Nathan," said Rollo, "and we will soon demolish your
palace, and make a prisoner of you."
"No, no," said Oliver, "the fort shall stand as long as ice will last. I
mean to pour water all over it, and freeze it into solid ice; and I
expect the last ice to be seen any where about next spring, will be the
ruins of the old fort."
After some discussion, the boys agreed to call it "Iceberg Castle."
They then took a survey, inside and out, of their morning's work, and
decided to proceed at once and build the partition which Rollo proposed
before dinner. At Oliver's suggestion, Rollo was director.
For more than an hour they continued their toil, in constructing the
partition. Jonas had given them no instructions about this; and they
found it much more difficult than the walls, on account of the small,
low door, which they had to make, to lead from one apartment into the
other.
At last, as Oliver and Nathan were drawing through the outer door a
small heap of loose snow, which they had gathered up from the floor of
the inner room, Rollo followed them, shouting, as they emerged from the
fort, "Done, boys, done!--Hurrah for Iceberg Castle!"
"I wish Jonas was here now," said Oliver; "but I suppose it will be two
or three hours before he can come down."
"Can't we do something more?" said Rollo. "I wish we could put on a
roof, before he comes."
"I don't believe we can do that," said Oliver.
The boys walked in and out, and all around the fort, again and again,
admiring its appearance, and thinking what else they could do.
"It wouldn't be a bad plan to have a king, as Nathan said, in our
castle; would it, Oliver?" said Rollo.
"Not at all," said Oliver. "Let us make a king, or a giant, to keep the
premises for us, when we are away."
So saying, they all set to work rolling snow-balls to make him.
Oliver rolled up a huge mass, for his body, larger than they could at
first get through the doors.
Rollo rolled one for his head, and Nathan made several small ones.
In one corner of the inner room, they laid a small platform, of several
square, flat blocks of snow, for a throne, as Rollo called it; and here
they placed his "Majesty."
"It seems to me," said Oliver, "that the King of the Frozen Regions
ought to have a crown and a court."
No sooner said than done. A little band of snow-balls, in double rows,
soon encircled his brow, surmounted, too, with icicles and stalactites,
which Nathan brought from the brook.
The opposite corners of the room were soon decorated with corresponding
figures, whom Rollo introduced as Lord and Lady Frost.
He had scarcely pronounced the names, when Jonas walked in, to the
surprise and great delight of the boys.
"Well done, boys," said Jonas; "I think you have followed directions
this time. I give you credit for doing your work in a workmanlike
manner. But I can't stay to talk with you about it now. Your father,
Oliver, wishes me to go out on the pond, and bring home the sled we left
there, the other night, in the storm. The wind has come out in the
north-west, and there is every prospect of a bitter cold night. It has
begun to stiffen already, and, before morning, the sled may be locked up
in solid ice."
Jonas hurried away, and the boys, not a little disappointed, gathered
all their implements together to return home.
"It _will_ be a cold night; won't it?" said Oliver, as he looked off to
the north-west. How fast it grows cold! It freezes now. I was in hopes
we should have one more mild day. But we can't get a roof on after
this."
"Won't it make good skating on the pond," asked Rollo, "if the water
freezes now?"
"Yes, indeed," said Oliver. "I shouldn't be surprised if there was
skating there to-night. It's only a thin sheet of water over the ice and
snow. Three or four hours of real cold will make ice enough for that.
"Come, Nathan, jump on the sled, and you shall have a ride. Rollo and I
will be your horses. Mother will have supper ready by the time we get
home."
Nathan, glad of a ride, took his seat, and they were soon at the house.
Oliver took the snow-shovels and the other tools, and returned them to
their proper places, and then drew up his sled into a corner of the
wagon-house.
After tea, Oliver and Rollo went out into the yard to feel the air, and
judge of the impression the night would probably make upon "Iceberg
Castle" and its inhabitants.
It was clear and cold. The stars twinkled brightly. The moon was not up.
"See there!" said Oliver; "I do believe they are building a fire down on
the pond already. There'll be a skating party to-night, no doubt."
The boys returned to a cheerful room with a good fire, and were seated
round the table, to amuse themselves for the evening. They passed the
time pleasantly until Jonas returned from the pond.
"O Jonas, Jonas," they all said, as he came in, "what made you stay so
long?"
Jonas gave them an account of his adventures, and of his meeting a party
of skaters, who were already on the pond, expecting to be joined, in
the course of the evening, by a much larger number from the village.
After Jonas had taken his supper, the boys gathered around him to talk
about their fort, every now and then running to the door or window, to
see the fire on the pond.
Long before it went out, Oliver, Rollo, and Nathan, were in a sound
sleep.
The next morning, early, they appeared as impatient to run down to the
"Castle," as if they had dreamed of it all night long; and before the
fire was well burning in the great room, they all three came running
back to Jonas, out of breath, and with sad faces, exclaiming,--
"O Jonas! Jonas! our fort is all torn to pieces!"
True enough, some of the boys of the skating party had completely
demolished the Castle.
Oliver and Rollo were greatly excited; they were grieved, and they were
angry, and could scarcely refrain from expressing wishes of vengeance
which it was not in their power to execute.
Jonas sympathized with them in their severe disappointment.
"'Tis _too bad_," said Rollo.
"'Tis _too bad_," repeated Oliver. "How shall we pay them for it? Jonas,
tell us how?"
"Pay them for it?" said Jonas; "that isn't the way I should do."
"Well, I think they deserve it," said Rollo.
"So do I," said Oliver.
"What do you mean by paying them for it?" said Jonas; "giving them as
much injury and pain as they have given you? Don't you remember the
lesson that Franco taught us, that to return good for evil was good
policy as well as good morals?"
"Well, what would you do, Jonas?" they both asked together.
"I don't know now," said Jonas, "what I would do. I will think of it.
But this I know,--that we ought _never to be overcome of evil, but to
overcome evil with good_."
Oliver and Rollo wondered what Jonas would do.