154 LUCY AMONG THE MOUNTAINS.

“ How does he get them, then?” asked Robert.

“ Why, he buys them.”

‘] should think he had better get out the logs
himself,” said Robert, “if he’s got any growing
on his land.”

“ My father hasn’t got any land,” said Lucy,
“only jist his garden.”

“ Only his garden 29” said Robert.

“No,” said Lucy,—“ and the yards; nor
any oxén.”

“ Hash’t your father got any oxen, either?”
asked Robert.

‘© No,” said Lucy.

“Well,” said Robert, “then I don’t know
what he will do. My father says it’s a great deal
cheaper to get out the boards yourself, than it is
to buy them; but, then, you must have oxen.”

By this time, they began to enter the Gap.
The mountains and precipices had been growing
more lofty, and seemed to draw nearer and nearer
to the road, until now they appeared to overhang
the valley all around. Sometimes they would
pass under a towering cliff of rocks, with trees
clinging to the sides, and growing out of the
crevices.

From one such precipice Lucy saw water
dripping down from a great height, and falling
upon some stones by the side of the road.

“O mother,” said Lucy, ‘see the water com-
ing down.”

“ Yes,” said Robert; “ that’s where the great
icicle was last winter.”