But he had to cross a bridge going to and coming from school.

He would always stop to gaze into the water he loved so well, even if had to run to make up for lost time.

Spring came on and the longing increased to enjoy again the piney smell of the newly arrived rafts, to dive into the clear depths, and revisit his old friends the "pavers." He took off his shoes and felt the water's temperature.

"In two weeks," he thought with rapture, "In two weeks I can take a plunge." In less than two weeks he enjoyed this plunge and finally remembering that he had to be at home by four o'clock, he scrambled onto a raft and discovered that his body was covered with some unknown, greasy, tar-like substance.

He could not get it off, and at last asked a raftsman, who stood by, what it was: "Why, son," answered the lumberman; "That is petroleum.