A TEDIOUS TASK
BEFORE having dug very far into the bank of the
river, we came to understand that something in the
way of timbers would be necessary to hold up the earth
at the top, otherwise we should have it tumbling about
our cars, and father took upon himself the work of
hewing logs, while mother and I dug and dug, throwing
the loose sand directly at the mouth of the opening
to make there a roadway to the river below.
Before we had made what might be called a good
beginning of the task, I came to believe that it could
not have been much harder work to build a house of
logs; but we had already expended so much strength,
that it would have been foolish to drop the plan then in
favor of something else.
Besides, nearly all those who had come over in the
ship with us were making the same kind of dwellings,
having been led to do so by the example set by Edmund
Lovett and father; therefore we were seemingly bound
 to finish the task, or give our fellow passengers good
reason for calling us simples.
It grieved me to see my mother doing such work;
but how might it be otherwise, since there were none
who could be hired to perform the labor, because of
all who had come ashore digging caves in which to
When we were so far inside the bank that it was no
longer possible to throw the sand out with a spade,
mother carried it in a huge piece of bark as I scraped
 it away, and we were nearly ready for the timbers that
were to support the roof, when father appeared with
such as he had cut.