salt folded up in a paper. They were then so impatient to go that their
parents said they might set off with Jonas, and they themselves would
come along very soon.

So Jonas and the three children walked on. Rollo carried the basket, and
Jonas a lantern; and Jonas, as he went along, made, with his penknife,
some flat, wooden spoons, to eat their potatoes with. They came to the
bridge, and all got safely over, though Lucy was a little afraid at
first.

They played around there a few minutes, as the twilight was coming on;
and, soon after, they saw Rollo's father and mother coming down through
the trees, on the other side of the brook. They stopped on that side, as
Rollo's mother did not like to come across the bridge. Pretty soon they
called out to Jonas to light the fires.

Jonas then took a large piece of birch bark, and touched the corner of
it to the lamp in the lantern, and when it was well on fire, he laid it
carefully on the ground. The bark began to blaze up very bright, sending
out volumes of thick smoke and dense flame, writhing, and curling, and
snapping, as it lay on the ground. The light shone brightly on the grass
and sticks around.

"There," said Jonas, "that will burn some time; now you may light your
torches from that."

"Torches?" said Rollo, "we have not got any torches."

"Have not you made any torches? O, well,--I will make you some in a
minute."