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88 Chit-Chat by Puck.
of timber among them,” said the father, and ham-
mered away on one piece of wood after another.
“No good, no good, only to burn!” all the
blocks answered. But soon he came to the little
white log, and it had quite another sound.
“Knock on, knock on, fit for anything!” it
chimed in the wood.
“ There we have one with a good ring in it. Let
us take that one,” said the father; and he com-
menced at once chopping large chips from the log,
both before and behind, and on both the sides.
“TJ shall burn as I am, entire, but you will be
chopped into contemptible sticks,” said a crooked
twisted bit of a branch with spite. But though its
fibres were terribly cut every time the axe fell, still
the little white log thought, “One must be shaped
and formed before one can be fit for anything in
this world.”
And, after every cut from the axe, the form of the
log became more spruce and handsome. From a
log it was soon formed into the shape of a ship’s
hull, and carried away to the carpenter’s workshop,
and with a screw affixed to the carpenter’s bench,
to suffer more pains in the clutches of various
tools.
“She will be a fine clipper,” said little Harry,
with delight, when after a couple of days he came
into the carpenter’s shop, and saw how the uncouth
log gradually had been transformed into a trim little
boat, with smart prow, deck and mast.
“I know now what will become of me,” thought
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