"I will tell you," said Jonas. "You must now go and get some large
branches of trees, and trim off the twigs from the lower end, and stick
them down in these, holes. I will show you how."

So Jonas took a large bough, and trimmed the large end, and sharpened it
a little, and then he fixed it down in one of these holes, in such a
manner that the top of it bent over towards the middle of the circle;
then he went back to his work, leaving Rollo to go on with the wigwam.



A VISITOR.

Rollo put down two or three branches very well, and was very much
delighted at seeing it gradually begin to look like a house, when he
thought he heard a voice. He listened a moment, and heard some one at a
distance calling, "Rol--lo. Rol--lo."

Rollo dropped his hatchet, and looked in the direction that the sound
came from, and called out as loud as he could, "What!"

"Where--are--you?" was heard in reply.

Rollo answered, "_Here_," and then immediately clambered along over the
bridge, and ran through the woods until he came out into the open field;
and there he saw a small boy, away off at a distance, just coming
through the turn-stile.

It was his cousin James. It seems that James had come to play with him
that day, and Rollo's mother had directed him down towards the woods.