"Yes," said the boy; "but he isn't at home."
"Where is he?" said Jonas.
"He is out in the lot, falling trees," said the boy.
"How far is it from here?" asked Jonas.
"O, about a good half mile."
"Which way?" said Jonas.
"Out yonder," said the boy; and he pointed back of the house, where a rough sled-road led into the woods. "You can hear his axe."
Jonas listened, and he heard distinctly the sound of an axe in the woods behind; presently it ceased. Immediately after, there was a prolonged crash, which echoed back from the mountains.
"There goes a tree," said the boy.
Jonas was sorry to have to leave Oliver so long, but he wished to persevere until he should find the man, as he knew that the farmer was very desirous of having the business done that day. So he told the boy that he believed he would go and see if he could find Mr. Woodman; and then he set off in the direction which the boy had indicated.