out.

"That's the way home," said Aladdin. Margaret looked
wistfully down-stream, her eyes as misty as the fog.

"If we had the boat we could go now," said Aladdin.

Then he sat moody, evolving enterprise, and neither spoke for
a long time.

"Marg'ret," said Aladdin, at length, "help me find a big log
near the water."

"What you going to do, 'Laddin?"

"You 'll see. Help look."

They crept along the edge of the island, now among the
close-growing trees and now on the bare strip between them and
the water, until at length they came upon a big log, lying
like some gnarled amphibian half in the river and half on the
dry land.

"Help push," said Aladdin.

They could move it only a little, not enough.

"Wait till I get a lever," said Aladdin. He went, and came
back with a long, stiff little birch, that, growing recklessly
in the thin soil over a rock, had been willing to yield to the