But it did cross at last, and went rumbling away into the distance.

Then we three, almost too much frightened to speak to each other,
crept under the rail and hurried over the bridge.

All that anxiety, that fright, that actual misery of mind, and
positive danger of body, to save one cent apiece!

But we never saved any more money in that way. When we crossed the
river after that, we went over the toll-bridge, and we paid our
pennies, like other sensible people.

Had it been positively necessary for us to have crossed that river,
and had there been no other way for us to do it but to go over the
railroad bridge, I think we might have been called brave boys, for the
bridge was very high above the water, and a timid person would have
been very likely to have been frightened when he looked down at his
feet, and saw how easy it would be for him to make a misstep and go
tumbling down between the timbers.

But, as there was no necessity or sufficient reason for our risking
our lives in that manner, we were nothing more or less than three
little fools!

It would be well if all boys or girls, to whom a hazardous feat
presents itself, would ask themselves the question: "Would it be a
brave thing for me to do that, or would I be merely proving myself a
simpleton?"