“Yes, anything like playing fireman suits you,” returned Bert. “But it would be pretty hard even to pretend a snow house was burning. Snow can’t catch fire, Freddie!”
“Well, we could make believe!” said the little fellow. “Anyhow, I’m going to start to make a snow man, and you can make the snow house.”
“And I’ll get my doll!” added Flossie, starting toward the house, her little fat legs and feet making holes in the snow drifts as she tried to hurry along.
“Wait, I’ll carry you,” offered Nan. “You’re getting so fat, little fairy, that you’ll look like a snow man yourself, if you keep on.”
“Are snow mans always fat?” asked Flossie.
“They always seem to be,” Nan said, as she lifted up her little sister in her arms. Snap, the dog, came flurrying through the snow after them. “My, I can hardly carry you!” panted Nan, for Flossie was indeed growing fast, and was heavy.
However, Nan managed to carry Flossie over to a path Mr. Bobbsey had told Sam, who was Dinah’s husband, to shovel through the snow that morning. It was easier for Flossie to walk on the shoveled path, so Nan put her down.
The two girls went into the house, Flossie to get her doll, while Nan went to the kitchen and said something to Dinah, the fat, jolly cook.
“Suah, I gibs ’em to yo’!” exclaimed Dinah, laughing all over at Nan’s question. “I’ll put ’em in a bag, so’s yo’all won’t spill ’em!”
And when Flossie was ready to go out again with her doll, Nan went with her, carrying a bag, at which Snap sniffed hungrily.
“What you got?” asked the little girl.
“Oh, you’ll see pretty soon,” Nan answered,
“Is it a secret?” Flossie kept on teasing.
“Sort of secret,” Nan answered.
When the two girls reached the place where they had left the two boys, Bert was beginning to make a snow house and Freddie was rolling a snowball as the start of a snow man. You know how they are made; a small snowball for the man’s head, and a larger one for his body, with legs underneath. Freddie hoped Bert would help him when it came to the big snowball part of it.
“Is the snow house ready?” asked Flossie, who had gone in especially to get her doll, so she might have a “play party.”
“Oh, no, it takes a good while to make a snow house,” Bert said. “I don’t believe I’ll get it done before night if you don’t help me.”
“I’ll help,” offered Flossie. “Can I make the chimbley?”
“They don’t have chimbleys on a snow house!” declared Freddie, pausing in his rolling of the snowball. “They don’t have chimbleys on snow houses, ’cause they don’t have fires in ’em; do they Bert?”
“That’s right, Freddie,” agreed the older boy. “But maybe, if Flossie wants it, we could put a make-believe chimney on the snow house.”
“Oh, I do want it—awful much!” cried Flossie. “Come on, Nan, you help Bert make the snow house, and then we can all play in it.
“And you’ve got to let my snow man come in!” cried Freddie.
“Yes, we’ll let him come in if you don’t make him too big,” agreed Bert, with a laugh.
Bert and Nan, the older Bobbsey twins, generally did what they could to please Flossie and Freddie, who sometimes wanted their own way too much.
“I guess I’ll help make the snow house first,” went on Freddie, walking away from the snowball he had partly rolled. “After that I’ll make the man. It’s better to make the house first, and then I’ll know how big I can make the man.”
“Yes, that would be a good idea, little fireman!” returned Bert, with a laugh and a look at Nan. And then Bert caught sight of the bag in his sister’s hand—the bag around which Snap was sniffing so hungrily.
“What have you, Nan?” asked Bert, pausing in the midst of shoveling snow in a heap for the start of the snow house.
“Oh—something!” and Nan smiled.
“Something good?” Bert went on.
“I guess they’re good,” Nan said, smiling. “I haven’t tasted ’em yet, but Dinah nearly always makes good cookies!”
“Oh, have you got some of Dinah’s cookies?” cried Bert, dropping the shovel, and running toward Nan. “Give me some! Please!”
“I want some, too!” cried Flossie.
“So do I!” chimed in Freddie.
Snap didn’t say anything, but from the way he barked and leaped about I am sure he, too, wanted some of the cookies.
“Dinah gave me enough for all of us,” said Nan, as she opened the bag. “Yes, and there’s a broken piece off one that you can have,” she went on to Snap, the dog.
Beginning with Flossie, then handing one to Freddie, next passing a cookie to Bert and helping herself last, as was polite, Nan gave out the cookies. Forgotten, now, were snow houses, snow men, snowballs, and even Flossie’s doll. The Bobbsey twins were eating Dinah’s cookies.
They had each begun on the second helping, when suddenly a loud crash sounded, which seemed to come from the direction of the railroad tracks which ran not far from the Bobbsey home. The crash was followed by loud shouting.
“I wonder what that was?” cried Bert.
“Sounded like thunder,” returned Nan.
“Let’s go and see,” said Bert.
Just as they were starting from the yard, Charley Mason, a boy who lived farther up the street, on the hill, came running along.
“Oh, you ought to see it!” he cried, his eyes big with wonder.
“See what?” asked Bert.
“Smash-up on the railroad, down in the rocky cut!” answered Charlie. “Two engines smashed together, and the cars are all busted! I saw it from the top of the hill! I’m going down! Come on!”
CHAPTER II
The Strange Old Man
The first impulse of Bert and Nan Bobbsey was, of course, to rush out of the yard and go with Charley Mason to see the train wreck. And, naturally, as soon as Bert and Nan began to run, Flossie and Freddie, forgetting snow men, snow houses, and even Dinah’s cookies, started after their older brother and sister.
“Go on back!” cried Bert to the two smaller children. “You can’t come with us!”
“We want to see the wreck!” declared Freddie. “Maybe it’s on fire, an’ if I’m goin’ to be a fireman I must see fires!”
He always declared he was going to be a fireman when he grew up, and he was eager to see the engines every time they went out in answer to an alarm of fire.
“Come on, Bert, if you’re coming!” called Charley Mason, from the street in front of the Bobbsey home. “It’s a terrible wreck—cars off the track—engines all smashed up—everything!”
“Here, Nan, you take Flossie and Freddie into the house! I’m going with Charley!” said Bert.
“I want to see the wreck, too!” objected Nan. “You go into the house, Freddie, and I’ll bring you a lollypop when I come back,” she added. “Don’t want a lollypop! I want to see the busted engines!” declared Freddie almost ready to cry.
“So do I!” chimed in Flossie. She generally did want to see the same things Freddie saw.
“Oh, dear! what shall we do?” exclaimed Nan.
Just then, from the door, Mrs. Bobbsey called:
“Children, children, what’s the matter? What was that loud noise that seemed to shake the house?”
“It’s a train wreck and I want to go down with Charley Mason to see it!” answered Bert. “But Flossie and Freddie want to come, and they’re too little and—and—”
Then Flossie and Freddie began to talk, and so did Nan and so did Charley, and there was so much talking that I will wait a few minutes for every one to get quiet, and then go on with the story. And, while I am waiting, I will tell my new readers something about the Bobbsey twins as they have been written about in the books that come before this one in the series.
The four children lived in the eastern city of Lakeport, at the head of Lake Metoka. Mr. Bobbsey was in the lumber business, and boats
on the lake in summer and trains on the railroad in winter brought piles of boards to his yard.
“The Bobbsey Twins” is the name of the first book of this series, and in it you may read of the fun Bert and Nan and Flossie and Freddie had together, playing with Charley Mason, Danny Rugg, Nellie Parks and other children of the neighborhood. Sometimes the children had little quarrels, as all boys and girls do, and, once in a while, Bert and Nan would be “mad at” Charley Mason or Danny Rugg. But they soon became friends again, and had jolly times together. Just at present Charley and Bert were on good terms.
The second book is called “The Bobbsey Twins in the Country,” and those who have read it remember the summer spent on the farm of Uncle Daniel Bobbsey and his wife Sarah, who lived at Meadow Brook.
Another uncle, named William Minturn, a brother-in-law of Mrs. Bobbsey’s, lived at Ocean Cliff; and in the third book, called “The Bobbsey Twins at the Seashore,” you may learn of the good times Bert and the others had playing on the beach and having adventures.
After that the Bobbsey twins went to school, and they spent part of a winter at Snow Lodge. Some time later they made a trip on a houseboat, and stopped again at Meadow Brook. The next adventures of the children took place at home, and from there they went to a great city where many wonderful things happened. Blueberry Island was as nice a place as the name sounds, and Bert, Nan, Flossie, and Freddie never forgot the fun they had there. It was almost as exciting as when they traveled on the deep, blue sea. But you can imagine how happy the Bobbsey twins were when their father told them he was going to take them to Washington!
The book about the Washington trip, telling of the mystery of Miss Pompret’s china, comes just before the one you are now reading, and it was on their return from that capital city that the children were having fun in the snow.
Christmas had come and gone, bringing much happiness, and it was because they had discovered some of Miss Pompret’s missing china in a very strange way that the Bobbsey twins had a much nicer Christmas than usual.
After the holidays winter set in hard and fast, but of course it could not last forever, and there were some who said this snow storm, which gave the Bobbsey twins such a fine chance to have fun, would be the last of the season.
It was, as I have told you, while Bert, Nan, Flossie, and Freddie were making a snow house and a snow man that they had heard the loud crash and Charley Mason had called out about the wreck.
“Has there really been an accident?” asked Mrs. Bobbsey, when the talk had somewhat quieted down.
“Oh, yes’m!” exclaimed Charley. “From my house up on the hill I can look right down into the railroad cut. I was out feeding my dog, and I heard the noise and I looked and I saw the two engines all smashed together and cars off the track and a lot of people running around and—and—everything!”
Charley had to stop to catch his breath.
Mrs. Bobbsey looked down the street and saw a number of men and women and some girls and boys hurrying to the railroad tracks.
“We want to go to see it!” begged Bert.
“And we want to go, too!” pleaded Freddie.
Sam Johnson, the husband of Dinah, the cook, came around the corner of the house.
“There’s somethin’ must ’a’ happened down by the railroad,” he said to Mrs. Bobbsey.
“Yes, it’s a wreck,” she answered. “The children want to go, but I can’t have them going alone. You may take them down, Sam, but if it is too bad—you know what I mean, too many people hurt—bring them right back.”
“Yassum, I’ll do that there!” agreed Sam, glad himself to get the chance to see what all the excitement was about. “Come along, chilluns!” he added, with a smile.
“Oh, now we can go!” cried Flossie, as she raced over and took one of Sam’s hands. “Now we can go!”
“Yep! Sam’ll take care of us. Won’t you, Sam?” asked Freddie as he took the other hand. “And if there’s a fire I can go near tie firemen, can’t I?” he begged.
“We’ll see,” said the colored man, with a nod to Mrs. Bobbsey to show that he understood how to look after the smaller twins.
“Come on!” cried Charley. “I want to see that wreck!”
“So do I!” added Bert, as he hurried on ahead with Nan and Charley. Sam, leading Flossie and Freddie by the hands, followed more slowly out into the street, where the sidewalks had been cleared of snow so the walking was easier. Snap, the dog, tried to follow, but fearing that he might get hurt, Bert drove him back.
The railroad ran at the foot of the street on which the Bobbsey house stood. The street went downhill to the tracks, and the railroad passed through what Charley had called a “cut.”
That is, a cut had been made through the side of the hill so the tracks would be as nearly level as possible. Sometimes, when a hill is too high the railroad has to go through it in a tunnel. And a “cut” is a tunnel with the top taken off.
As Bert, Nan, and the others hurried along the street they saw many other persons hastening in the direction of the wreck. In a cutter, drawn by a horse that had a string of jingling bells on, Dr. Brown passed, waving to the Bobbsey twins.
“I guess there must be somebody hurt, or Dr. Brown wouldn’t be going,” said Charley Mason.
“I guess so,” agreed Bert. “I never saw a big wreck.”
“Well, this is a big one!” cried Charley. “I saw the two engines all smashed up.”
A little later the Bobbsey twins, in charge of Sam, came to the edge of the cut. They could look down to the railroad tracks and see the wreck. Surely enough, two trains had come together, one engine smashing into the other. Both trains were on the same track, and had been going in opposite directions. There was a curve in the cut, and neither engineer had seen the other train coming until it was too late to stop.
“Why—why, they just bunketed right together, didn’t they?” cried Freddie. “They just bunketed right together, like my express wagon when it ran into Henry Watson’s push-o-mobile the other day.”
“That’s just what happened,” said Bert.
For a moment the Bobbsey twins stood and looked down at the wreck. Just as Charley had said, the two engines were smashed and there were some cars knocked off the track. But the wreck was not as bad as it had seemed at first, and I am glad to say no one was killed, though a number of people were hurt.
The Bobbsey twins could see these persons, who had been passengers on one or the other of the trains, moving about down in the railroad cut. Some of them did not seem to know just what had happened. The accident had so frightened them that they were in a daze.
Trainmen, policemen, and even some firemen, were helping the injured persons away from the wreck. There had been no fire, and, much as Freddie liked to see the engines, he was glad there was no blaze to make matters worse for the poor people who were hurt.
“Dat suah is a smash!” declared Sam, as he stood on the bank, holding the hands of Freddie and Flossie. “Dey suah did bump togedder lickity-smash!”
“Let’s go down closer!” suggested Charley Mason.
Bert looked at Sam, as if asking if this might be done.
“No, indeedy!” exclaimed the faithful colored man. “Yo’all jest stay right yeah! Yo’all’s ma tole me to look after yo’, an’ I’se gwine to do it! Yo’all kin see whut dey is to see right yeah! If you goes any closter one ob dem bullgines might blow up!”
“I don’t want to be blowed up; do I, Sam?” put in Flossie.
“No, indeedy!” he answered.
“Well, I’m going down!” declared Charley.
And, not having any one with him to make him mind, he slid down the snow-covered bank to the tracks, where there was quite a large crowd now gathered.
The railroad men were starting to work to get the wreck off the tracks, so other trains might pass. The injured persons were being cared for by Dr. Brown and others, and the worst of the wreck seemed over. Still there was much for the Bobbsey twins to look at.
Flossie and Freddie kept tight hold of Sam’s hand, and Bert and Nan stood a little way off, gazing down into the cut. As the Bobbsey twins stood there they saw, climbing up a narrow foot-path on the side of the railroad hill, an odd old man. He was dressed somewhat as the children had seen Uncle Daniel Bobbsey dress on a cold day at the farm, with a red scarf about his neck. And this man was carrying his hat in one hand while in the other he held a banana half-pealed and eaten.
The strange man seemed very much frightened, and he was hurrying up the hill path as though trying to run away from something. Bert had just time to see that there was a cut on the man’s head, which was bleeding, when, all at once, the character cried:
“There! I forgot my satchel! I thought this was it!” and he looked at the banana he was carrying. He turned, as though to hurry back down toward the wreck, and then he slipped and fell in the snow.
“Mah goodness!” cried Sam, as he dropped the hands of the smaller Bobbsey twins and sprang toward the man. “You’s gwine to slide right down on de tracks ag’in ef you don’t be keerful!” And Sam caught the man just in time.
CHAPTER III
Mr. Bobbsey Remembers
The Bobbsey twins at first did not know what to think of the strange man who had fallen down in the snow just as he reached the top of the hill, at the bottom of which was the train wreck. But when Bert noticed the bleeding cut on the head he guessed what had happened.
“I guess he was one of the passengers, and got hurt,” said the boy to Nan.
“I guess so, too.” she said.
Flossie and Freddie, not having Sam’s hand to take hold of now, were holding each other’s and watching the colored man help the stranger.
“Hold on now! Jest take it easy!” advised Sam, in, a soothing voice. “Yo’s gwine to feel better soon. Is you much hurted?”
The man seemed more dazed than ever. He put his hand to his head, letting go of the banana he had been holding, and when he saw that his fingers were red, because they had touched the bloody cut, he exclaimed:
“Oh, now I remember what happened! I was in the train wreck!”
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