There were not a great many people to be met in a small village like that, but every one they did meet had a smile for Uncle Josh and his skates, till they reached the miller"s house, just this side of the pond. And there was Mrs. Sanders, the miller"s wife, sweeping the least bit of snow from her front stoop.
"Joe," said Billy, "do you see that?"
"And Charley Shadders was guessing, then. He said snow wouldn"t light on her stoop."
"There isn"t but mighty little of it, and it didn"t cost her anything."
But just at that moment Mrs. Sanders was resting on her broom, and looking very severely at Uncle Josh, and saying,
"Now, Deacon Parmenter, where are you going with those boys? Skates, too, at your time of life."
"Good-morning, Sister Sanders. I declare, if you"ll go with us, I"ll trot right back and get a pair of skates for you. I"d like to see a good-looking young woman like you--"
"Deacon Parmenter! Me? To go skating? With you and a couple of boys? I never!"
But she did not look half so angry as she did at first. She was a plump and rosy woman; but she had a pointed nose, and her lips were thin.
Billy whispered to Joe Pearce, "Aunt Sally says it"d keep any woman"s lips thin to work "em as hard as Mrs. Sanders does hers."
They were almost smiling just now, for Uncle Josh went on: "Now, Sister Sanders, I know it"s a little queer for an old fellow like me, but it"s just the thing for young folks. Just you say the word, and you shall have "em. You"re looking nicely this morning, Sister Sanders."
"Billy," whispered Joe, "how red in the face Uncle Josh is getting!"
"So is she," said Billy. "If he goes on that way, she"ll come along and spoil the fun."
"No, she won"t."
Joe was right, for Mrs. Sanders brought her broom down on the front step with a great bang with one hand, and she smoothed her front hair with the other, as she answered Uncle Josh: "No, Deacon Parmenter, I couldn"t bring myself to set such an example. You must take good care of the boys, and see that they do not get into any mischief. If I was their mothers, I"d feel safer about them to know you was with "em."
Uncle Josh had a spell of coughing just then, and it seemed to last him till he and the boys were away past the miller"s house, and going down the slope toward the pond.
It was frozen beautifully, for the weather had been bitterly cold, without any snow to speak of. The pond was all one glare and glitter, and more than twenty men and boys were already at work on it, darting around, like birds on their ringing, spinning, gliding skates. Only that some of the smaller boys put one more in mind of tumbler pigeons than of any other kind of birds.
It was quite wonderful how quickly Joe and Billy had their new skates on, and Uncle Josh looked immensely pleased to see how well they both knew how to use them.
"Why, boys, you haven"t tumbled down once. How"s that?"
"Oh, we know how," said Billy; "and the ice is great. Thick ice always skates better"n thin ice."
But Uncle Josh had seated himself on the sled, and was hard at work trying to put on Brother Bob"s big skates.
They fitted him well enough, but he seemed to have a deal of trouble in getting hold of the straps.
"Seems as if my feet were further away from me than they were twenty years ago."
"Joe," said Billy, "let"s help. We can strap "em for him."
"That"s good, boys. Pull tight. Tighter. Let me stamp a little.
There--one hole tighter. Now buckle."
And so they went on, till Uncle Josh"s skates were strapped, as Joe Pearce said, "so they couldn"t wiggle."
"That"s all right," said Uncle Josh. "Now, you boys, just skate away, anywhere, and I"ll enjoy myself."
They hardly liked to leave him, but off they went, for the boys to whom they wanted to show their new skates were away over on the other side of the pond.
"I don"t know if this ice is twenty feet thick," muttered Uncle Josh, as he pulled his feet under him, "but it looks twenty miles slippery. Ice on this pond always freezes with the slippery side up. Steady, now.
There! I"m glad I"ve got the sled to sit down on."
It was well it was a good strong sled, with thick ice under it, for Uncle Josh sat down pretty hard, and he was a fat, jolly, heavy sort of man.
He sat right still and laughed for a whole minute, and then he tried it again.
This time he succeeded in standing up, and he was just saying to himself, "I wish Jemima Sanders had come along to see me skate," when one of his feet began to slip away from him.
"I know how," he shouted. "There"s no help for it. I must strike right out."
So he did, and his first slide carried him nearly a rod on that one skate before he could get the other one down. He did that, however, and it worked finely, for he had been a good skater when he was a young man.
He had kept hold of the rope-handle of the sled, and it was following him. That is, when he struck out with a foot he swung his long arms too, and the sled swung around on the ice as if it was half crazy.
"What can be the matter with my ankles?" he said to himself. "They used to be good ankles."
No doubt; but then the last time he had skated before that, they had not had so much to carry.
"Billy," exclaimed Joe Pearce, "Uncle Josh is agoing!"
"How he does go! Ain"t I glad it"s thick ice!"
"Let"s go. Come on, boys."
Other eyes than theirs had been watching Uncle Josh, for everybody knew him, and n.o.body had ever seen him skate, and Joe and Billy were followed by almost all the boys on the pond.
"Hurrah for Uncle Josh!"
"Can"t he skate, though!"
"See him go."
Right across the pond, as if he were in a desperate hurry to reach the opposite bank before the ice could melt under him, went Uncle Josh, and with him, all around him, swung the sled.
It may have served as a sort of balance-wheel, and helped to steady him, but it could not steer him. Neither could he steer himself, and the next thing he knew he was headed down the pond, and skating for dear life toward the dam.
"If I stop, I shall come down," he said, with a sort of gasp. "I"m getting out of breath. Good! I"m pointed for the sh.o.r.e again, and there"s a snow-bank."
All the boys were racing after him now, but they had stopped shouting in their wonder at what could have got into Uncle Josh. He himself was beginning to feel very warm, for it was a good while since he had done so much work in so short a time.
"Here comes the sh.o.r.e!" But just as he said it, there he was, and the skate he was sliding on caught in a chip on the ice.
The wind had been at work to keep the pond clean when it piled that snow-bank, and had left it all heaped up, white and soft and deep, and into it went Uncle Josh, head first, while the sled was pitched a rod beyond him.