Not far from the Bobbsey home, on a side street, was a hill where the smaller children had their fun. Bert and Nan, with some of the older boys and girls, generally went to a longer and steeper hill some distance away. But this time Bert and Nan had not gotten out their sleds.
“I’m going to wait for Charlie Mason,” said Bert. “He said he’d come over as soon as it snowed. We’re going to make a bob.”
“May I have a ride on it?” asked Nan. “I’ll help you get some pieces of carpet to tack on if you’ll let me ride.”
“Sure we’ll let you,” agreed Bert. And then he went to telephone over to ask if Charlie were coming.
Meanwhile Flossie and Freddie and some of their friends were having fun on the small hill. Each of the smaller Bobbsey twins had a sled, and the children had races to see who would get first to the bottom of the slope. With merry shouts and laughter they played amid the swirling flakes of white snow.
The fun was at its liveliest, and Flossie and Freddie were among the merriest, when along came Nick Malone, the boy whom Freddie had locked in the tool shed at school.
“Oh, Freddie! Look!” whispered Flossie, dropping the rope of her sled and moving closer to her brother.
“What is it?” asked Freddie, for he was watching Sammie Henderson go down hill backward on a “dare.”
“It’s that—that bad boy!” whispered Flossie. “He might pull my hair!”
“If he does, I’ll—I’ll—” began Freddie, and then up swaggered Nick.
“Hu! you can’t do nothin’ to me now,” he sneered. “There ain’t no teacher or principal here! There!” and he reached over as if to pull Flossie’s hair.
“You let my sister alone!” cried Freddie.
“Yah! Yah! Why don’t you wear girls’ dresses!” taunted Nick. “You’re a girl-boy! Girl-boy!”
“I am not!” declared Freddie, while the other coasters gathered around. “You go on away!”
“I’m going to have a coast! Here, I guess I’ll take this sled!” cried Nick, and before Freddie could stop him the bad boy caught Flossie’s sled from the ground and ran with it toward the top of the hill.
“Here! You come back! You let my sister’s sled alone!” shouted Freddie, racing after Nick.
Now Freddie was a good runner, but Nick had the start of him, and reached the top of the hill first. However, Freddie was not far behind, and no sooner did Nick throw himself flat on the little Bobbsey girl’s sled, face down, than Freddie made a jump, and right on top of Nick’s back he landed!
“Hi! Get off!” cried Nick, his breath rather knocked out of him, for Freddie was a fat, chubby little fellow.
“You get off my sister’s sled!” demanded Flossie’s brother.
But it was too late for this. It was impossible for Nick to stop now, and down the hill he coasted on Flossie’s sled, with Freddie on his back, both boys coasting together!
It was a trick the children often did on the hill, and there was nothing hard about it. Only this time it happened to be an accident, and the two boys were enemies and not friends.
Freddie was so surprised at the sudden and unexpected coast that he just had to hold fast to Nick and he could say nothing more. But when the bottom of the hill was reached, Freddie, being on top, began to pound Nick’s back with his two sturdy fists.
“Hey! Quit! Let me up!” begged the bad boy.
“Not till you give me my sister’s sled!” insisted Freddie.
“Well, how can I give it to her when you’re sittin’ on me?” yelled Nick.
With that Freddie got off the other lad’s back, allowing him to get up. The other boys gathered around, thinking there might be a fight. But Nick had had enough. He found Freddie braver than he had thought, and turned away, muttering:
“Aw, I only wanted a ride an’ I got it!”
“Yes, and Freddie had one too!” laughed Sam Miller.
Nick walked away, and then the younger Bobbsey twins again started coasting, Freddie taking Flossie’s sled back to her.
It was still snowing when noon came, and Flossie and Freddie had to go home to lunch. They found Bert and Charlie busy making a bobsled in the back yard. The older boys were fastening together their sleds by a long plank, and Nan was helping by tacking some strips of carpet on the plank.
“Oh, can we ride on that?” asked Freddie.
“Maybe,” said his brother. “How’s the little hill?”
“Nice,” Freddie answered.
“An’ you ought to’ve seen Nick Malone take my sled and Freddie jump on his back!” cried Flossie.
“Is that fellow bothering you two again?” demanded Bert, looking up with a hammer in his hand. “I’ll get after him, that’s what I will!”
“Freddie got after him,” explained Flossie. “Oh, I’m so glad it snows! We’re going coasting some more after dinner.”
“Sure!” added Freddie.
At the dinner table Bert and Nan noticed that their father seemed worried over something. He went to the window several times to look out at the storm.
“If this keeps up the shipment will never arrive,” he said to his wife.
“You mean the Christmas trees?” she asked.
“Yes,” answered Mr. Bobbsey. “They are late now, and something seems to be wrong up there in the woods.”
“Shan’t we have any Christmas tree?” asked Freddie, who did not know just what was being talked about.
“Oh, I guess so,” his father said, and again he went to look at the snow.
“Are you going to sell Christmas trees?” Bert asked. He had caught the word “shipment,” and knew it had to do with some part of his father’s lumber business.
“Yes, I am going into the Christmas tree business this year,” said Mr. Bobbsey. “That is, I have bought a large shipment of them to be sent here to me from the North Woods. If they get here in time I can sell them and make some money. But if this snow keeps up, the carloads of trees, or the shipment, will be delayed, and if they don’t get here at least a week before Christmas they will be of little use to me. But perhaps the snow will not be as heavy as I fear.”
“I didn’t know you sold Christmas trees,” remarked Nan.
“I never did before,” her father said. “It’s a new business for me, and I may make a failure of it.”
Then the older Bobbsey twins began to understand how it is that snow can bring pleasure to boys and girls, but may often mean trouble for older people in business.
“Well, we’ll hope for the best,” said Mr. Bobbsey, as he started back to the office after dinner, when the white flakes were still falling steadily. “I may have to go up to the North Woods to see about that shipment of trees if they don’t get here soon.”
“Could we go?” asked Bert, having a joyful vision of a mid-winter trip to one of his father’s lumber camps.
“Well, I’ll see,” answered Mr. Bobbsey, and Nan and Bert looked at each other in delight.
Some strange adventures were ahead of them, though they did not know it.
CHAPTER VI
Off To Cedar Camp
Bert and Charlie, with Nan’s help, finished the bobsled in time to use on the coasting hill that afternoon and early in the evening. And it is a good thing they had hurried with it, for the next day there came a thaw and the snow began to melt. It melted so fast that by noon there was scarcely enough for Flossie and Freddie to have any fun on even the small hill, and what snow there was had mostly turned to slush.
“Oh, dear,” sighed Nan, when she found that she and her brothers and sister had to give up their pleasure, “this isn’t any fun!”
“That’s right,” agreed Bert. “But the winter isn’t over. We always have a lot of snow after Christmas.”
“And I suppose we ought to be glad there isn’t a big storm,” went on Nan, when it had been decided to give up coasting and the older Bobbsey twins were dragging home the new bobsled.
“Why ought we be glad?” Bert wanted to know.
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��Because if it doesn’t storm so much daddy can get his shipment of Christmas trees here and make some money.”
“Oh, that’s so—I forgot!” exclaimed Bert. “But if the trees do come we can’t make that trip with him to the North Woods to see what the matter is. And I wanted to go on a trip like that, for we don’t have much school now, on account of the holidays.”
“It would be nice to go off somewhere in the winter,” agreed Nan. “Remember what fun we had at Snow Lodge?”
“I should say so!” cried Bert. “But there isn’t much use talking about snow when it thaws like this,” and he stepped into a puddle of slush.
“Oh, be careful!” cried Nan. “You’ll get your feet wet!”
“I have rubbers on,” said Bert.
There was nothing to do but to leave the bobsled and the other sleds in the shed attached to the garage. There they would stay until more snow came. When Bert went into the house, after putting away the bobsled and helping Flossie and Freddie store away their smaller sleds, he found his mother waiting for him.
“Bert,” said Mrs. Bobbsey, “here is a special delivery letter that just came for your father. It should have been delivered at the office, but they sent it here by mistake, and Dinah took it in before I could call to the boy to take it back with him. I called your father up about it on the telephone and he said, if you came in, to have you bring it down.”
“I’ll go,” replied Bert cheerfully.
“Oh, may we go along?” begged Flossie.
“We’ll be good!” promised Freddie.
“Shall I take them?” asked Bert of his mother.
“If you want to,” she answered. “Does Nan want to go?”
But Nan, as it happened, had some sewing she wanted to do on a Christmas gift for one of her girl friends, so she said she would stay in the house and busy herself with needle and thread. Thus it came about that Bert took the smaller Bobbsey twins down to his father’s office.
They went in a trolley car, and, as they always did, Freddie and Flossie became very much interested in everything that happened, from the fat lady who could hardly get on to the scenes in the streets.
There were many trucks and wagons in one street, as the car came nearer that part of Lakeport in which Mr. Bobbsey’s lumberyard and office were situated. Finally the street became so crowded with wagons and automobiles that the car had to proceed slowly.
“Oh, Freddie, look!” suddenly called Flossie, pointing out of the window. A big auto-truck, piled high with crates, in which were chickens and ducks, had come to a stop alongside of the trolley car, and so close that, had the window been open, the Bobbsey twins could have reached out their hands and touched some of the fowls.
“I guess they’re getting in big shipments of ducks, turkeys and chickens ready for Christmas,” said Bert. “Look out there, Freddie!” he suddenly called, and, leaping from his place beside Flossie, Bert made a grab and pulled Freddie off the seat.
Only just in time, too, for at that moment the auto-truck, which had started off after being stalled, lurched to one side, and a corner of one of the chicken crates crashed through a car window, breaking the glass.
Bert had seen the crate of chickens shifting around as the truck started, and had guessed that it was going to slide over and crash against the trolley car, just as it did. So he pulled Freddie away in time.
Some of the passengers in the car screamed, and there was a shout by the conductor and motorman as the glass crashed in the electric vehicle.
And then a funny thing happened. One of the slats of the chicken crate on the auto-truck came loose, and in through the broken window fluttered a hen and a rooster. Right into the trolley they flew, the hen cackling and the rooster crowing!
“Oh, look! Look!” cried Flossie.
“Catch ’em!” shouted Freddie, pulling away from Bert and grabbing for the rooster.
But the rooster did not intend to be caught. Half running and half flying, he “scooted,” as Freddie called it, down to the end of the car, and, as the conductor had just opened the door to look out and see what was causing the blockade, the rooster made his escape.
The hen, however, did not seem to know how to get out. She fluttered around, cackling and making a great fuss. The men in the car laughed, and the women held their hands over their hats so the chicken would not light on them.
“Maybe she came in here to lay an egg!” suggested Flossie, laughing.
“I’m goin’ to catch her!” shouted Freddie.
“Get her and have a chicken dinner,” said the motorman.
By this time the car was in an uproar, most of the passengers enjoying the excitement. As for the hen, I do not think she liked it at all, though she had more room than in the crate.
The driver of the auto-truck was talking to a policeman about whose fault it was that the trolley window had become broken, and the motorman and conductor now joined in.
“I’ve got to get that chicken and rooster back,” said the truck driver. “I’ll be blamed for letting them get away.”
“And we’ll be blamed for having a window in our car broken,” said the conductor. “It was your fault.”
“It was not!” insisted the driver.
Cackling and fluttering, the hen raced about inside the trolley car, and Freddie tried to catch her, but could not. Several of the men made grabs for the lively fowl, but finally she saw the same open door by which the rooster had gotten out, and away she flew.
“She didn’t like it in here,” observed Flossie.
“I don’t blame her,” said a woman passenger, laughing. “Poor thing! Her nerves must be all on an edge.”
“Let’s go and see if they catch ’em,” suggested Freddie. But Bert said they had no time for that.
The slipping crate, which had broken the window, was finally pulled back on the truck. The slat was nailed fast so no other fowls could get out, and then the trolley car moved along. The conductor picked up the larger pieces of broken glass and pulled the curtain down over the window to keep out the cold air.
“My, you must have had some excitement,” said Mr. Bobbsey, when the children finally reached his office and told him of the accident. “I’m glad Freddie wasn’t cut by the broken glass.”
“I’m glad, too,” said the little Bobbsey boy.
Mr. Bobbsey read the letter Bert had brought him, and then the same worried look Bert had seen before came over his father’s face.
“Do you want me to tell mother anything?” asked Bert.
“No, except to thank her for sending me down this letter. Still, you might say to her that I think I shall have to go to Cedar Camp in a day or two.”
“Where’s Cedar Camp?” asked Bert.
“Where the Christmas trees grow,” his father answered, with a smile. “It’s where the Christmas trees grow that I hope to have to sell. I haven’t got them yet, and I’m going there to see what the trouble is. This letter is about the trees.”
“Oh, can’t we go and see where the Christmas trees grow?” begged Flossie.
“We like it in the woods,” said Freddie.
“I suppose you do,” his father answered, smiling. “But the woods in winter are very different from in summer. However, we shall not have any bad storms or severe weather for another month, I think. Perhaps I might be able to take my Bobbsey twins to Cedar Camp,” and he playfully pinched Flossie’s fat cheek.
“It would be nifty to go!” said Bert. “Do you really think you’ll take us?”
“We’ll talk it over tonight at home,” said his father. “Here, take Flossie and Freddie to the store and get them some hot chocolate,” he added, giving Bert some money.
The little Bobbsey twins liked the chocolate very much, but they were so excited, thinking about a possible trip to the North Woods, that they talked of nothing else.
“Do you really think you will have to go?” asked Mrs. Bobbsey of her husband that evening.
“Yes,” he answered. “Those Christmas tree
s have been lost somewhere between Cedar Camp and here, and I must find them, or I shall lose a lot on them. I will go to Cedar Camp in a few days.”
“And take us?” asked Bert.
“All of us!” cried Freddie.
Mr. and Mrs. Bobbsey looked at one another.
“Would you like to go?” asked Mr. Bobbsey of his wife.
“Where could we stay?” she inquired.
“There is a large log cabin that one of my foremen used to live in,” Mr. Bobbsey answered. “The cabin is empty, and we could stay there as long as the weather did not get too cold, and as long as there were no bad storms. I really ought to go right to the woods, so that if I cannot get on the track of the lost shipment of Christmas trees I can start the men to cutting others. So we might as well all go.”
“Oh, what fun!” cried the Bobbsey twins.
Since that first fall of snow, which did not last very long, there had been no storms in the region of Lakeport, and Mr. Bobbsey thought he could get to Cedar Camp and return with his family before the really severe winter weather set in. He did not believe it would take long to look up the matter of the delayed shipment of the Christmas trees and straighten it out.
So it was settled, and a few days later, when plans had been completed, the Bobbsey family started for Cedar Camp.
CHAPTER VII
In the North Woods
“It’s just lovely to take a trip like this,” said Nan, as she leaned back in the automobile.
“Swell, I call it,” declared Bert.
Flossie and Freddie said nothing just then. They were too busy looking from the windows.
Mr. Bobbsey owned a large, closed automobile, which even had an arrangement for heating, and it was just the proper vehicle for a trip like this. It easily held all the Bobbseys and their baggage, which had been piled in to go with them.
It had not taken long to make preparations for the trip. Dinah and Sam would be left in charge of the Lakeport house, and would care for Snoop and Snap.
“I wish we could take our cat along,” sighed Flossie.
“And Snap would be just right for the woods,” said Freddie. “Everybody has a dog in the woods.”
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