Fool-Hardy Carl Hofer, and the Water-Lady

A good many years ago, on the banks of the Rhine, there lived a boy named Carl Hofer. "Climbing Carl" he was often called because he excelled in climbing; and, quite as frequently, he was called "Fool-hardy Carl," because he would put himself in very unsafe places, where no sensible person would venture. Everybody said he would be killed some day; and the wonder was that he had reached the age of fourteen years without breaking his neck. His father and mother had tried every means of curing him of these foolish ways; but, although he was a pretty good boy in regard to most things, he was very disobedient about climbing.

His parents were willing he should climb even the tallest trees; and they were quite proud at the gymnasium to see him run lightly up the long ladders, and across the open framework, near the roof. You might say that this also was a dangerous thing to do. That is true, but Carl's skill in this art, and his long practice made it next to impossible that he should fall. But he would go up places where no amount of skill or practice could save him in case of accident. He would climb a dead tree, for instance, though he knew a rotten branch might break at any moment, and throw him headlong to the ground, or he would go up a tottering wall. It is _courageous_ to put yourself into _possible_ danger, for the sake of accomplishing some good. No boy can learn to ride, or climb, or swim without incurring possible danger. But that is very different from putting yourself into _almost certain_ danger just for the sake of doing a thing when no good is to come of it. When people act in this way they are fool-hardy.