reams were tumbling down to help, the river
grew very broad and strong, and dashed along, snatching the logs when
the men pushed them in and carrying them on with a rush and a roar.

The men followed close along the bank of the river, to watch the logs
and keep them moving; but at last there came a time when the logs would
not move, but lay in a jam from shore to shore while the water foamed
about them.

"Who will go out to break the jam?" said the men. They knew that only a
brave man and a nimble man could go, for there was danger that the logs
might crush him and the river sweep him away.

They looked at each other. But the father was not afraid, and he was
surefooted and nimble; so he sprang out in a moment, with his ax, and
began to cut away at the logs.

"Some of these logs may help to build a home," he said; and he found the
very log that was holding the others tight, and as soon as that was
loosened, the logs began to move.

"Jump! Jump!" cried the men, as they ran for their lives; and, just as
the logs dashed on, with a rumble and a jumble and a jar that sent some
of the logs flying up in the air, the father reached the bank safely.

[Illustration: So the House was built; a cozy room for the cooking and
eating.]

The hard work was over now. After the logs had rested in the log "boom,"
they went on their way to the saw mills, where they were sawed into
lumber to build houses; and then the father hurried home.

When he came there, he found that the mother had baked and washed and
sewed and taken care of the children, as only such a precious mother
could have done. Brother Tom had worked so well in the carpenter's shop,
that he knew how to hammer and plane and saw, and had grown as tall and
as stout as a young pine tree. Sister Polly had taken such care of the
baby, that he looked as sweet and clean and happy as a rose in a garden;
and the baby had been so good, that he was a joy to the whole family.

"I must get this dear family into their home," said the father; and he
and Brother Tom went to work with a will. And the home was built, with a
sunny room for Father and Mother and Baby, a wee little room close by
for good Sister Polly, a big airy room for big Brother Tom, a cosy room
for the cooking and eating, and best of all, a room for the dear
grandmother, who came then to live with them all the time.

_THE LITTLE TRAVELER_

MOTTO FOR THE MOTHER

_Love is a bridge that links us heart t