152 LUCY AMONG THE MOUNTAINS.

“Why, there’s a hole in the bridge,” said
Lucy’s mother.

« Yes, ma’am,” said Robert; “ there are two or
three. But it’s no matter. Hero will look out
for the holes.”

Hero took them over the bridge very carefully,
stepping with much deliberation over each hole,
or else, where there was room, going entirely on
one side of it. Just as they had crossed the
bridge, they saw the two heads of a yoke of oxen
and a man driving them, coming into view, from
a turn in the road, at the top of a little ascent
beyond. A large pair of cart wheels followed
the oxen. Under the axletree of the wheels was
one end of a great Jog, held up to the axletree by
chains. As the team came on, Lucy could see
that the other end of the log rested upon the
ground, and was dragged along by the oxen.

“Why,” said Lucy, “ what are they going to
do with that great log ?”

Her mother looked up to the team with a
countenance of great anxiety, for it seemed to be
coming directly down upon them. Her fears
were, however, in a moment relieved ; for the man
who was driving the oxen, tumed them out to
one side of the road, so as to make room for the
wagon to go by. One of the great wheels went
away down by the side of the road, so that Lucy
exclaimed, —

*O dear me! the log will get tipped over.”

The teamster, however, did not seem at all