nt at the cotton landing, and
Caleb shewed Dwight that the cotton was all made of little bubbles. They
got some of it to the shore and examined it, and then, just as they
were going away. Dwight exclaimed, suddenly,

"There is your whip, now, Caleb."

Caleb looked round, and saw that Dwight was pointing towards the little
fall or rather great ripple of water, and there, just in the fall, was
the whip-handle floating, and kept from drifting away by the lash, which
had got caught in the rocks. There the handle lay, or rather hung,
bobbing up and down, and struggling as if it was trying to get free.

After various attempts to liberate it, by throwing sticks and stones at
it, Dwight took off his shoes, turned up his pantaloons to his knees,
and waded in to the place, and after carefully extricating the whip,
brought it safely to the shore.

"I am very glad I have got my whip again," said Caleb, while Dwight was
putting on his shoes.

"I am glad too," said Dwight. "But you told a lie about it, Caleb."

"A lie!" said Caleb.

"Yes: you said you certainly hung it up upon the nail," said Dwight, as
they began to walk along.

"Well, I thought I did," said Caleb.

"That makes no difference. You did not say you _thought_ you hung it up,
but that you were sure you did."

"Well, I certainly thought I did," said Caleb; "and I am sure it wasn't
a lie."

Dwight insisted that it was, and Caleb determined to ask his
grandmother.

They returned to the mole.

It was not long after this, that David, on looking towards the house,
called out that his mother was coming. It was true. She put on her
bonnet, and was coming slowly down to the brook, to see how the boys got
on with their work. They were rejoiced to see her coming. They took
Caleb's chair, and laid it down upon its side, and then put one of the
side-pieces of the wheelbarrow upon it with the clean side up; and this
made quite a comfortable seat for her, though it was a little unsteady.
She sat down upon it, and made a good many enquiries about their plan
and the progress of the work.

"Well, boys," said she, "that is a capital plan, and you will have a
great eddy above your mole."

"An eddy!" said Dwight, "what is that?"

"Why, the water coming down, will strike upon the outer end of your
mole, and be turned in towards the shore, and then will go round, and
will come into the stream again. There, you can see it is beginning to
run so already."

So the boys loo