TURNING AN HONEST PENNY
IT would not be well if I should leave you to believe
that during all this first winter in America I did nothing
save bather fuel and hunt for game.
It is true that there was but little to be done in the
way of useful labor, because of every one's waiting
until it should be known where the city was to be
built, yet Jethro and I hit upon a plan for turning an
honest penny, even in a land where no trading was
done, save the buying of furs from the savages.
We had come to know some of the Indians right
well, as you may suppose, and often went into that
one of their villages which stood not above a mile
from father's cave. There we saw beautifully fashioned
spoons made of handsome white wood, which the
savages said was spoon-wood; but father told us it
should be called laurel.
Now, you must know that many of the savages
used seashells, sharpened to a keen edge, in the stead
of knives, and with these hits of shell one could hollow
out the bowl of a spoon more neatly than with a pocket-
knife, besides which, it was to me interesting to use
such odd tools.
 To make a long
story short, Jethro
and I set about
making these wooden spoons, and
soon learned to do
the work so deftly
that we could turn
out even better
wares than did the
At first we had
given our time to
such labor because
of its being pleasing
to us; but we soon found that it was possible to sell as
many as could be made, for it was slow work, and
from that day on we drove a brisk business, being so
taken up with it as to give over roaming in the
forest with the other lads.