"Yes, Carl, and when you come back to the lowlands in the fall, you shall visit it with me. You and Franz must also go to look at the stone on which Tell stepped as he sprang from Gessler's boat. Even now, we can seem to feel Tell's joy when he wandered among the mountains, and thought of plans by which he could help his country. For after Gessler was killed, there was the whole army of Austria to be driven out." "People needn't tell me that the story of William Tell and the apple is only a legend," exclaimed Franz. "I believe every word of it, don't you, Carl?" "Indeed I do. Won't you tell us another story? Look! the sun is still high in the sky. We need not go home for an hour yet." "Let me see, boys. Shall it be a tale of old Switzerland and of her struggles with her enemies?" "Yes, yes," cried both boys. "We are never tired of hearing of the lives of our great men." "Very well, then, you shall listen to the story of Arnold of Winkelried. "It was a time of great danger. The Austrians were pouring into our country. Their soldiers, protected by the strongest steel armour, bore fearful weapons. Our people were poor, and had only slings or bows and arrows with which to defend themselves. What should be done? There was the Austrian army, closely drawn up, with shields glistening in the sunlight,--here were the Swiss, few and unprotected, but burning with love for their country. "It seemed as though all chance of saving Switzerland was hopeless. Then the brave Arnold spoke. "'Friends,' said he, 'I am ready to give my life for my country. I will rush into the ranks of our enemies and make an entrance for you. Be ready; follow with all your might, and you may throw them into confusion. You who live after me must take care of my wife and children when I am gone.' "There was not a moment to be lost. "'Make way for Liberty!' cried Arnold, then ran with arms extended wide, as if to clasp his dearest friend. "A hundred spears were thrust toward him. He gathered as many as he could in his hands and arms. They entered his body on all sides, but before the hero fell he had made an opening into the ranks of the enemy through which his comrades dashed. Thrown into confusion, the Austrians fled, and were driven out of our loved country. "Switzerland was saved for us, my lads, through the sacrifice of that noble man, Arnold von Winkelried. May you live to do him honour!" "I can see him now, as he rushed into the midst of the cruel Austrians," cried Carl, jumping to his feet. "Noble, noble Arnold! I do not believe any other land has such a hero. Dear master, I will try to be braver and truer all my life, and be ready to serve my country faithfully in time of need." "I, too," exclaimed Franz, "will be more of a man from this very moment." "Well said, my dear boys. But come, it is growing late and you will be needed at home." CHAPTER V. THE HAYMAKERS