Ned Wilding's Disappearance; or, The Darewell Chums in the City

by Anonymous

  CHAPTER V

  THE BLIZZARD

  "Now for some more game!" cried Ned, as Frank tied the legs of theturkey and slung the bird across his back in true hunter fashion.

  "Guess we'll have to tramp a long distance before we get any more,"remarked Fenn. "All the turkeys for a mile around heard the guns andthey'll keep to deep cover."

  However the boys, ever hopeful, resumed their tramp. They found plentyof turkey tracks but no birds, and, after covering several miles,decided to make their way back to camp, as it was getting dark early onaccount of the storm.

  They got the right direction, by means of the compass, and were withinabout a mile of where they had set up the tent when Bart, who was ahead,suddenly halted.

  "What is it?" asked Fenn, as he saw his chum aiming his gun up throughthe low branches of a tree near which he had stopped.

  For answer Bart fired. There was a flutter of big wings, a protestinggobble or two, and a big turkey cock fell to the ground.

  "There, I knew I'd get him!" Bart cried as he ran forward and securedhis prize. "I saw him roosting up in the branches, and I fired before hecould get away. I knew I'd get him!"

  "You don't think this is the same one you fired at a while ago, do you?"asked Ned.

  "Well, it's one just as big and just as good," retorted Bart. "I'msatisfied if he is."

  He slung the gobbler, which was a large fat one, over his shoulder andwent on, much pleased with himself and his new gun.

  "Guess we'll have roast turkey to-night all right," Frank remarked asthey trudged along.

  "I guess not, if I have to cook it!" exclaimed Fenn. "It's too late todress any birds to-night. Canned stuff and coffee for yours."

  "Well, to-morrow then," Frank insisted. "We've got to have a turkeydinner while we're in the woods."

  It was almost dark when they reached camp. They lighted some lanterns,and built a big fire, while Fenn, who had been elected cook, got supperready. The other boys cleared out the tent for sleeping purposes.

  When the boys awoke in the morning it was to find the ground coveredabout a foot deep with snow. The flakes had ceased falling, but it wasmuch colder, and there was a stiff wind. Gray clouds covered the sky,and altogether it was rather a cheerless prospect.

  But the boys' spirits were proof against almost anything. With some hotcoffee to warm them up, and some hot canned meat, which Fenn prepared,they were ready for another day of tramping through the woods aftergame.

  "What do you say to moving camp?" suggested Bart. "I'm afraid we'vescared from around here whatever there was in the way of turkeys andrabbits. We can put our stuff on the sled and pull it through the snow."

  This was agreed to, and soon the runners were adjusted over the wheels,and the four boys were pulling the sleigh with the camp outfit.

  They went slowly, picking their way as best they could among the trees.On a down grade, where two were enough at the rope, Bart and Frank wentahead to see if they could observe any signs of game. Frank killed a fatrabbit, but Bart fired at one and missed.

  They went about four miles farther into the forest and, as they sawturkey tracks, they decided to camp there.

  "We'll have an early dinner, put the turkey hen on to roast, and go offhunting the rest of the day," decided Fenn.

  The turkey was prepared in a somewhat rough fashion and put to roast inthe oven of the portable stove. When it was nearly done the fire wasallowed to cool down.

  "All we have to do when we get back is to start a small blaze and we'llhave hot turkey," explained Fenn. Some dry wood was placed within thetent to keep it safe in case it began to snow again, and, fastening theflaps, the boys set off.

  They had better luck this time, and managed to get a turkey apiece,though they were only hens, and not very large.

  "We ought to each get a big gobbler before we go back home," Bart said."You fellows want to look alive. I've got mine."

  "You had all the luck," retorted Ned.

  But the gobblers seemed too wise to come within the reach of the boys'guns, and when it came time to make back-tracks for camp there was nonenumbered among the slain. Several more rabbits had been secured,however, and the boys were well satisfied.

  "My mouth waters for that roast turkey," exclaimed Ned, as he trampedthrough the snow. "I want a piece of the breast and some of the brownskin. Just a bit of dressing, please, and a spoonful of gravy!"

  "Let up!" cried Bart. "I'm half starved!"

  Ned's anticipations of the turkey were fully realized. It may not havebeen done just to the turn a French chef would call proper, but the boysthought they had never eaten anything half so good. There was littleleft when they had finished.

  "We'd better circle around so's to fetch up near where Jim's to meet usto-night," remarked Bart as they crawled out of the blankets Wednesdaymorning. The cold had increased and the wind was blowing half a gale.

  The tent was struck, after a hasty breakfast, and, with the otherthings, not forgetting the game, was packed upon the sled. The boysstarted off, intending to make a large circle and bring up that eveningwhere Jim had left them, in time to meet him. They would not erect thetent again.

  They managed to kill several hen turkeys, another gobbler, which fell toNed's gun, and a couple of rabbits, but most of the game seemed to havedisappeared, and there was no more in the vicinity of where the boystramped, dragging the sled after them.

  They halted for dinner in a dense part of the forest, and, after themeal, started for the place where the corduroy road ended. They judgedit to be about six miles from where they were, and knew it would takethem about until night-fall to reach it.

  It was hard work, pulling the sled, but the exercise kept them warm, andthey trudged on, plunging into drifts which the wind quickly raised. Itstarted to snow again and the flakes began to blow across their pathwhipped into stinging particles by the force of the gale. They wereenveloped in a white cloud through which they could see only dimly.

  "Say, it's getting worse and worse!" exclaimed Ned, as he paused forbreath after a particularly stiff bit of pulling.

  "Boys, it's a regular blizzard, that's what it is," cried Bart. "We'recertainly in for it now. I don't believe Jim will come for us in a stormlike this."

  "If it isn't a blizzard it's the best imitation of one I ever saw,"remarked Frank. "What are we going to do?"

  "Only thing is to keep on," replied Bart.

  "Are we going in the right direction?" asked Ned. "Fenn, suppose youtake a look at the compass."

  Fenn, who carried the little instrument, reached in his overcoat pocketfor it. He did not find it. Then he looked in several other pockets.

  "What's the matter? Haven't lost it, have you?" asked Bart.

  "I'm afraid so. Didn't I give it to you, Ned, this morning?"

  "Never saw it," replied Ned.

  Fenn made a more thorough search. The compass was not to be found. Theboys stood there helplessly, in the midst of the howling storm, whichwas now at its height.

  The snow was a blinding, scurrying, mass of flakes which stung theirfaces like needles. Overhead the trees were bending to the blast and thegale was roaring through the branches. There was no path. Ten feet aheadit looked like a blank white wall.

  "Boys, we're lost in the woods, and the blizzard is getting worse!"cried Bart, almost having to shout to make himself heard above thestorm.