UNCLE SETH'S SURPRISE.
When this new and exciting employment came thus suddenly to a full stop
by the refusal of Archie to turn the wheel any longer, the latter went
home with two large holes in the knees of his trousers, albeit they
were buckskin: Sammy went over to Israel Blanchard's.
He found Scip and his master pulling flax, and instantly took hold with
them. Since Sam had become so industrious, he had grown into great
favor with Mr. Blanchard, who believed in hard work and also in hard
fighting.
It appeared in the sequel, that Sammy's motives were not altogether
disinterested in thus volunteering to help his neighbor; for, after
working lustily till night, he asked Mr. Blanchard if he might have
Scip to help him the next afternoon.
"Yes, my little potter: I suppose you want him to work clay for you;
but it seems to me you use up clay fast."
Sammy didn't tell him what he wanted of Scip. The next morning Archie
came, true to his word; and they began to work.
Mr. Seth found, when he had finished his work upon the bail, that
he had about worn up his mallet with so much mortising in the tough
wood; and recollecting that, some months before, he had seen a stick
of hornbeam about the right size on the woodpile at the old Cuthbert
house, took a saw in his hand, and went over to get a piece. Hearing
the boys at work inside, he crept up, and peeped through a crevice in
the logs.
Archie was on his knees on the floor, tugging with his right hand
at the wheel, while his left was leaning on a stone placed for that
purpose; and Sammy was making a pot. Equally surprised and delighted,
he looked on a while in silence; and, as he could not obtain a good
view of Sam where he stood, he went to the window that was open.
Archie's back was towards him, and Sam was too intent upon his work to
notice him.
The kindly nature of the old mechanic was stirred to the quick when he
saw Sam actually turn a pot of good shape with such machinery as that;
and he vowed internally that he would make him a potter's wheel before
the lad was a week older, but, upon reflection, concluded it would be
better to help him a little, and not too much at once.
"So you've made a wheel for yourselves, have you?" said Uncle Seth,
showing himself at the window.
The wheel stopped. Archie jumped up: Sam colored, his face as red as
red paint.
"Don't be bashful," said Uncle Seth, getting in at the window. "I think
you've done first rate, most remarkable: that pot's as good as a pot
need be."
"We was afraid you'd laugh at us, Uncle Seth, and so we didn't like to
tell you."
"Laugh at you! I praise you: you've done wonderful. Now let me see you
make a pot."
Sammy had turned one pot, and, drawing a string under it, took it from
the wheel with his hands; in so doing, he put it a little out of form,
but repaired it by pressing it into shape again with his fingers.
Sammy turned two more pots, each one being an improvement on the
former one; being put on his mettle by the praises of Uncle Seth.
He then told him that Archie's contract was completed, but that Scip
was going to help him in the afternoon.
"What made you put your large wheel flat on the floor? why didn't you
set it on the legs?"
"'Cause it wouldn't go so: the band would slip right off the little
wheel."
"Cross the band, then it won't."
"Cross the band!"
This was a step farther than Sammy's knowledge of machinery extended.
Uncle Seth took the wheel from the floor, put the legs in again,
crossed the band, and put it on the wheel.
"Now you can stand up, and turn: put some clay on the wheel, and I'll
turn for you."
Uncle Seth turned, and Sam made another pot.
The boys could hardly contain themselves, they were so delighted.
"How much you do know, Uncle Seth!" said Archie: "we don't know any
thing."
"You haven't been learning so long as I have. I want you to pay
attention, and I'll explain something to you. You see this spindle
don't turn very fast,--not near as fast as the spindle on your mothers'
flax-wheels; and yet this large wheel is exactly the same kind of a
wheel. What do you suppose is the reason?"
"We don't know," said Archie.
"If that pulley, Sammy, that is on the spindle (little wheel you call
it), was just as large as the flax-wheel, and you should turn that, the
other would turn just as fast,--just as many times,--wouldn't it?"
"Yes, sir: of course it would if they were both of just the same
bigness."
"Well, then, if you should make the flax-wheel as big again as the
pulley, the pulley would turn twice when the flax-wheel turned once:
wouldn't it?"
"Yes, sir."
"Thus you see the reason that spindle doesn't turn any faster is
because the two wheels are so near of a bigness. That pulley is so near
the size of the other wheel, that it don't turn but three or four times
while the large one is turning once. The large wheel is not more than
thirty inches, and the pulley is large seven. Don't you know how fast
your mother's spindle on her large wheel whirls?"
"Yes, sir. It goes so sometimes you can hardly see it."
"Good reason for it. The wheel is forty-eight inches in diameter, and
the pulley on the spindle is only about an inch. What do you think of
that, my boy?--forty-eight inches to one inch; the spindle turning
forty-eight times while the large wheel turns once."
"We didn't know. All we knowed was, you said they had a big wheel and a
little one on the spindle."
Mr. Seth took the pulley from the spindle, cut it down more than
one-half, and put it higher up on the spindle.
"There, my lads, I have made that pulley smaller; and your spindle will
turn so much faster that you can make three pots where you made one
afore: besides, now that the large wheel is upright, you can turn it
as fast again, and much easier than you could when 'twas lying on the
floor."
Mr. Seth now put a stone on the bench near the wheel on which the
vessels were turned, and put a junk of clay on it: through the top of
this clay he ran a stick, passing it back and forth in the hole till it
would move easily, and be held firm in place when the clay became dry.
He then said to Sammy,--
"There's a gauge for you. Run that stick over the wheel, and draw it
back just in proportion to the size of the pot you want to make. If
you bring the edge of the pot to the end of that, it will regulate the
size."
It was a rude affair, made in a moment; and yet it answered the purpose
perfectly. Mr. Seth also made some half-circles of wood, with handles,
and a dowel in one of the halves to fit into a corresponding hole in
the other half. These were placed on each side of the vessel, bearing
equally all round, and cut to the shape of the side. With them he could
easily take his ware from the wheel without marring it. Sammy had
already found that he could smooth the sides of his pots by applying
the edge of the profile to them.
Still, after these improvements, the wheel was a poor affair. There was
not sufficient power to turn a pot of any size, and the band was apt to
slip; and the spindle, running wood to wood, increased the friction.
Mr. Seth, convinced that the pottery business was not a mere boy's
affair with Sammy, resolved that at the first opportunity he would make
him a far better machine than that. Without saying any thing to Sammy,
he took the measure of the bench, that answered the purpose well, and
left him to knead clay, and make preparation for the arrival of Scip in
the afternoon.
Perhaps our readers will wonder where the other boys were all this
time, that they took no interest in the proceedings.
Well, their parents had work for them to do at home; and every leisure
moment was taken up in building a turkey-pen, or trap to catch wild
turkeys in, as the time was approaching when it would be wanted.
Thus occupied, they were ignorant of the doings of Sammy and Archie;
but it was soon noised abroad, and the old house filled with curious
boys, who all wanted to try their hands at turning a pot. After
experimenting a while, and meeting with about as much success as
Archie, they preferred play, or even work. Archie also, after the
excitement of making the wheel was over, lost his interest; and Sammy,
much to his satisfaction, was left to work in peace, aided by Scip. He
also had aid from another source; for, after the improvement made by
Mr. Seth in setting the wheel upright, the girls would turn for him,
and sometimes also his mother; and, as he could not make large pots on
the wheel, he made pitchers and mugs for the girls, bowls and platters;
and by practice he became expert in putting handles to his mugs and
pitchers. When desirous of making a large pot to hang on the fire, or
for any other purpose, he resorted to his old method of rolling the
clay, and also when he could get no one to turn for him.