A tired wheel


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A tired wheel
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60, 60 p. : ill. ; 18 cm.
Handy, Richard ( Printer )
Orr, Nathaniel ( Engraver )
Dodd, Mead & Company ( Publisher )
Dodd, Mead & Company
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Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Brothers and sisters -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Family -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Adventure and adventurers -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Horses -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Voyages and travels -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Natural history -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Squirrels -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1880
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It was about five o'clock on a bright summer
afternoon. The sun was still warm, though now
not many hours from setting. A fresh breeze
was rustling the leaves of the trees by the road-
side, along which a light covered wagon, drawn
by two fine horses, had been approaching.
Now, however, at the loud whoa of their driver
they had come to a halt.
"What is the matter ?" cried a lady's voice


from the back. seat as the wagon stopped.
" Has anything happened ?"
As she spoke she leaned forward, while a lit-
tle girl who sat with her put her head out at
the side, to see if she could make out the cause
of their sudden halt.
"Matter enough," said the gentleman who
was driving. Our front wheel has given out
entirely. The tire is quite off, and if we go
on, the whole wheel will break to pieces. We
must get out. Jump dox\, Tom, and help
your mother and sister."
At this a boy about nine years old, who was
sitting beside him, sprang out, and soon .the
wagon was empty.
I wonder how far it is to the next house ?"
i*id the gentleman. "Oh here is a lad who
can tell us." Sure enough, close at hand,
looking at them over a gate, stood a boy and
girl whom they had not noticed before.



"Our house is close by," said the boy.

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the barn from here. Sh?!l I ru-n nd call

father ?"

NI), m lad," said the gentleman, and the


boy set off at fuil speed while his sister trotted
along after hin, )
While he is One I will tell you who these
people are. The gentleman and lady are Mr.
and Mrs. Millard, and the boy and girl are
Tom and Lou Millard their children. They
are on a trip through the mountains, driving
their own, horses, and a very good time they .
have been having until their accident has
brought them to a sudden stop.
In a few minutes the hoy reappeared, walk-
ing very fast to keep up With his father, who
was striding along beside him. In a moment
more they both reached the wagon.
"Why, this is a pretty bad. business," said
the farmer, as he looked at the wheel. You
cannot go on with your journey till that is re-
Is there any house near here where we can
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"If you do not mind our rough ways," said
the farmer, I think we could make you fairly
comfortable. In the morning I will take the
wheel to the blacksmith's, and you ought to be
able to be on your way again right after dinner."
All agreed that this was the best thing to
be dohe, and Mrs. Millard and Lou walked on
to the house. Just as they came to it, the farm-
er's wife was coming out of the door of the
milk house, with a great pan in one hand, and
a pail in the other. She was very friendly, and
laid down her pan and pail at once and showed
them into her best parlor.
Then, saying that she must see to getting
their supper, and bidding them make them-
selves at home, she bustled away.
"Need I stay here, mamma?" asked Lou.
" I am not tired a bit, and it looks so ,pleasant
out of doors."
- Run along then," said Mrs. Millard.



So Lou hurried out and soon found Tom
and her papa. The farmer had taken their
horses and put them into the stable, and now
he was pulling a wheel off one of his wagons
to put in place of the broken one, so that their
own wagon might be drawn in out of the high-
way. They watched him for a little, and then
Lou noticed that close at hand was a field from
which wheat had just been gathered. Here
and there over the ground lay single heads
which had escaped the rake.
Let us pick up some, Tom," she said, "for
the horses; I am sure they would like it."
They picked quite a large handful and took
it out to the barn. The horses seemed to
fancy it very much, for they ate it down at
once, and then reached out their noses for
more. The children gave them each a mouth-
ful or two of hay, and then strolled out of the
barn again.


Why, there is a brook," said Lou. "I'll
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be there first;" and he et off down the little
be there first;" and she set off down the little

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at the top of her speed. It \vas only a
t distance away, but Tom was too much
her and reached it some ten feet ahead

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*Then they both threw themselves panting on
the ground.
I thought there was a boy and girl at this


house," said Lou, after she had got her
The boy has gone after the cows," said Tom;
at least I heard his father tell him to o''

"And I remember I saw the girl in the
*kitchen as I came out." said Lou. I wish
"thev were here; we might have a game."
they were hero"; we might have a game."


Why, we can have a game by ourselves,"
said Tom. Here, I'll shut my eyes and you
hide, only don't go too far off, and.when I've
found you I'll hide, and you shall find me."
So down he sat in the grass and covered his
face with his hands. Then he began to count.
"When I get to thirty," he said, I shall look.
So you must be quick."
Lou was very quick, and, besides, hid herself
so well that it took Tom a long time to find
her. At last he discovered her stowed away
under a rustic bench.
Then Lou shut her eyes and Tom hid. It
was very hard woik for her, for a cat came and
jumped up beside her and tried very hard to
make friends. But Lou kept her eyes shut,
tight till she counted thirty, and then she gave,
the cat a stroke or two and set out to find
Tom. She had just begun her search when
her father appeared.



Come, Lou," he said, "the dcw has bcgun
to fall. Your mamma wants Tom and you to
come in. Where is Tom ?"

"He's hidden, papa," said she; help lne to
find him."
So Mr. Millard began to look, and before
lonL they discovered Master Tom up in a tree


right above their heads. The branches were
l,.v and he had scrambled up there, and I
doubt if they would have found him for a long
time if he had not happened to cough.
I am so thirsty," said Lou, as they walked
towards the house; "I wonder if I can get a
drink ?"
"That ought not to be very hard to get,"
said AMr. Millard. "Can you give my little
girl some water ?" he asked of the farmer's wife
as they came near the kitchen door.
"Surely," said the woman, "but would she
not like milk better? Here is a nice bowl full."
Lou thought the milk very good, and she
took a long drink from the bowl. Then,
thanking the farmer's wife, she, with her father
and Tom, went on into the sitting-room to
join mamma.
They found her sitting in a big chair in the
dusk, for the trees were so near the house that


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they made the room dark ; and clambering up
each on an arm of the big chair, they told her
of what they had done and seen, and of how
Tom hid in the apple tree and would never

have been found if he had not chanced to.
Then Tom proposed that he and Lou should
have a game of hide the handkerchief; but to


this his mamma said no. They must both sit
quietly until tea, and cool off ; for they had put
themselves into a great heat by ri ai2nl', and
Tom's face was as red as could be. Take
your chairs," said mamma, and perhaps papa
will tell you a story."
Oh will you, papa ?" they both cried.
"Let me think," said Mr. Millard. "What
shall it be about ?"
He had not long to think, for just at that
moment came a knock at the door, and when
they called Come in," a pleasant faced young
girl opened it and said, Your supper is ready."
They all rose at this and followed her to the
dining-room where the table was spread. For
the grown people there were griddle cakes and
hot maple syrup and doughnuts. Tom and
Lou begged very hard for some of these, but
their papa said that if they ate them he was
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fore morning, and so instead they had great
bowls of bread and milk.
They found this very good, though-at
least it seemed as if they did, for they emptied
them twice.
Very soon after supper, Lou's head began to
nod, and soon Tom's kept it company. And,
all at once, their mamma found that they were
both asleep in their chairs. So she took them
off to their rooms upstairs, and in less than no
time they were undressed, their prayers were
said, and they were away in dreamland.
It was bright morning before either of them
awoke. The sun was shining into the windows,
and the trembling of the leaves, as the light
wind- stirred them, made a pretty changing pat-
tern of light and shade on the white counter-
pane of Tom's bed. He raised himself on his
elbow and called out softly, Lou !"
"Yes, Tom," said a sleepy voice from the

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next room. Let's get up," said Tom ; mam-
ma and papa won't stir for an hour. If we are


very still we shall get away before they wake."
But I don't t k I can manage all my

buttons," said Lou.


"ver sti w' .hall get away bo t wake"

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buttons," said Lou.


"I'll help you," said Tom.
So up they both scrambled and in ten min-
utes all the buttons had been made to work into
their proper holes, and they were on their way
downstairs. They found no one about the
sitting-room, so they went on to the kitchen.
Here the farmer's little girl was just opening the
door to let in her cat. Lou stopped to talk
with her, but Tom, seeing the farmer's boy
down on his knees in the grass, ran out to see
what he was doing.
I say," he said, as he came near, "what are
you doing ?"
"Cutting fresh leaves for my birds," said the
boy, whose name was Jack. "There are the
birds in that.cage by the wall."
Tom looked at them with great interest, and
Jack told him how he had found them when
very young. The cat had caught and killed their
mother, and he had brought them up himself.


They were very tame, and at his call would
come and light on his finger.

After the leaves had been cut and the birds


fed, Jack said that he must go and take the
cows to pasture. The) had been up in the
barn-yard to be milked, and were now waiting
for him. Tom offered to go with him, but
Jack said that the grass was so wet from the
dew that he had better not go.
So Tom sat on the barn-yard fence and
watched the cows file out one at a time, and
take their v down a long lane, while Jack
followed behind. Then he looked idly about
and saw a few hens, and an old cat followed
by a number of young kittens, who were play-
ing about the now empty yard.
Then a beautiful bird, a woodpecker, came
and lighted on the trunk of an old dead tree
close at hand and began to tap away at it in
search of some worms for its breakfast. Tom
kept very quiet for fear of startling it, but
either it took alarm, or did not find the worms
it was in search of, for it soon flew away.

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Just at this moment
in, him to breakffast.

he heard his father call-
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was soon in his place at the table, making good
play with his knife and fork.
After breakfast, the farmer said that he
would get up his horses to take the wheel to
the blacksmith. Mr. Millard was to go with
him and Tom, hut Lou decided that she would
stay behind with her mamma. So Tom ran
out to the barn where the farmer was putting
t.e harness on the great farm horses. He
climbed into the wagon and sat there waiting,
tbt he soon got down again, for he saw Jack
and his sister close by feeding some chickens.
Jack looked up as Tom came, and told him
tiat this brood of chickens was all his own.
His sister Polly had one of her own too. They
v:e:e going to raise the chickens to sell, and
each hoped to make two or three dollars. Jack
was going to buy some tools with his money.
and Polly had set her heart on a very pretty
wor!-basket that she had seen at the village.



While they were telling him all this, the
farmer had hitched his horses to the wagon
and was now on the seat gathering up the reins
in his hands.
I must be off," said Tom.
Oh we are going too," said Jack. You
will pass the school-house where Polly and I
go to school. It is a good two miles from here,
and we shall hop on at the back of the wagon
and so save ourselves a long walk."
Pretty soon they set out, Mr. Millard and
the farmer on the seat, and Tom, Jack, and
Polly, all sitting on a great sheaf of fresh straw,
on the bottom of the wagon. There were no
springs under them, and they bounced up and
down a great deal as they went over the rough
road, but that made it only more fun.
Pretty soon they began to pass children on
their way to school, and by and by they came
to the school-house itself. It 'was not at all


what Tom had expected, but was a small old
house right on the edge of the lake. Jack had
been telling him about it as they came along,


how it was not a regular school, but was kept
by an old lady who lived there. She had two
so:ns, but their farm was on the other side of


this lake, and so they were away most of the
lay, and as she was lonely she had dec ded to
open a school.
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this lake. Sometimes one of their teacher's
sons would take them out for a row. They
often, he said, built little boats out of shingles.
Then they made.a mast, and using a piece of



paper for a sail, set them afloat and watched
them go down the lake until they went out of
sight or perhaps upset. And once, he told


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Tom, he and one of the other boys had made
a big boat out of some planks which they had
hammered together. They had expected to


have had fine times in it, but when they got in
and pushed out from the shore it leaked so
badly that it nearly sank before they could get
back, and both of them got their feet and their
trousers up to their knees thoroughly soaked.
Their poor old teacher saw it all, and was in
such a fright that she had passed a rule that
they must never go on the water without her
In a moment more they came to the door of
the house and the farmer drew up his horses to
let Jack and Polly get down. They said good-
byet o Tom, for they would not be home before
five o'clock, and by this time Mr. Millard and
he would be miles away. The teacher was
standing at the door cutting a stick for a little
fellow to drive the chickens out of the garden,
andvery kind and pleasant she looked. Tom
quite thought he should like to go to school to
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on, for it was not much fun sitting behind all

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by himself, and soon began to see signs of the
village for which they had set out.
First they came to a mill, which the farmer


told him was for grinding grain. "The flour
that you ate in the bread for breakfast was
made there," he said. Tom could hear a whir-
ring, grinding sound as they passed, and there
was a strong smell of grain in the air.
The miller came to the door and nodded to
the farmer. He was white all over from flour
dust. Tom would have liked to have stopped,
but his father said that he did not think there
was time.
In a moment more they turned a corner and
came in sight of the village. It was not very
large, a dozen houses or so in a valley, with a
tall church spire rising above them all. Some-
thing close at hand interested Tom much more,
and that was a sawmill. It was hard at work,,
and they could hear the noise that the saw
made as it tore its way through the wood.
Close by was the mill-pond full of logs, and
out on them was a man with a long pole in his


hand with which he was pushing some of the
logs nearer the mill, so that they could be
sawed before others. The water was plunging
and dashing over the dam, making a great foam
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and clatter. Tom would have liked to have
stopped here, too, but their first business was
to get the wheel mended, so they drove at once
to the blacksmith.



They found him in his shop bending at work
over his anvil. He came out at once and
looked at the wheel, and said that he would
have it mended in an hour. So saying, he be-
gan to lay sticks of wood in a circle the size of
the iron tire. Then he laid the tire on the
wood and set it all on fire. This was to heat
the tire so that it could be hammered into
shape before putting it back in its place on the
wheel again. Iron contracts, too, as it grows
cold, so that if it were put in its place when it
was warm it would shrink and bind the wheel
very tightly as it grew cold.
Tom and his father watched the blacksmith
for a little, and then they strolled about the vil-
Iage to see what they could see. They stopped
at one house for a glass of water. The door
stood open, and they could see a young girl
sewing, while an old woman bent over the
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They looked up as soon as they heard Mr.
Millard's voice, and the girl came and drew
them a glass fresh from the well. They
thanked her and strolled on down the street.
Oh papa," said Tom, as they came to the
store, "there in the window is the basket that
Polly is going to buy with her chickens, and
there too are the tools that Jack wants," and
he told his father what the children had con-
fided to him that morning. How I wish," he
went on, that we could buy them for a pres-
ent. We could tie them up in a big piece of
paper and leave them, marked with their
names, for a surprise.
"Well," said Mr. Millard pleasantly, "let us
go in and look at them."
The result of the looking was that the tools
and work-basket were both bought, and Tom
lugged them all, done up in two great parcels,
back to the wagon. le was overjoyed to find




that the wheel was mended, and that they
could set out at once, for he longed to show
his purchases to Lou and tell her all about the
surprise that was in store for Jack and Polly.
So much of a hurry was he in, that the road
home seemed to him very long. The horses
appeared to him to fairly creep. Only twice
did he see anything to amuse him. The first
time was when he spied a boy up an old oak
lie was in his shirt-sleeves, with one arm
deep down in a hole in the trunk.
"The young rascal is after the baby squir-
rels," said the farmer. He ought to be in
school. He had better be careful, or he may
get nicely bitten."
Do squirrels bite ?" asked Tom.
Yes, indeed," said the farmer. "Their teeth
are very sharp and long and would go through
your finger like a needle."

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Tom would have liked very much to have
waited to see whether the boy did get bitten or

not, but just then the road went down a hill
and they lost sight of him.
The other time he was interested was when



they came to the school where they had left
Jack and Polly. The farmer drove by on a
walk, on purpose that Tom might look in at
the open window.
Oh, I say," he called out, very much excit-
ed, "there's a class reciting the multiplication
table. Just hear them : three times nine are
twenty-seven; three times ten are thirty. I
wonder where Jack is; I can't see him!"
"He may be in another room," said the
"Oh yes, there he is at a desk," said Tom,
as they moved forward so that he could see
into the next room.; "and I declare if there
isn't a boy standing on a stool with a dunce cap
on his head."
The boy with the dunce cap did not seem
to like being looked at at all. He turned his
head away so that they could not see his face.
However, -he was not long troubled by their

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looking, for the horses just then broke into a
trot and carried them out of sight.
The two miles that were now between them
and home were soon passed by, and before
long they turned in at their own gate. We
are just in time for dinner," said the farmer, as
he called out "vwhoa !" to his horses. "There
goes Maria, the kitchen girl, with her pail, to
get water from the spring. She always goes
the last thing, so that the water shall be cool,
so when I see her set out I know dinner will
be ready in five minutes."
Tom sprung down as soon as the wagon
stopped, and, clasping his two precious pack-
ages in his arms, set out to find Lou. But now
we must go back and see how Lou has been
spending the rnm-inlng.
At first, when she saw Tom and all the other
children drive away, she felt a little lonely. So
she went out to the barn and climbed up into


her father's carriage. She pulled off the cush-

ions from the back seat and lifted up a lid, and,


lo and behold there was a trunkful of clothes
and other things. The back seat had been
made in this way on purpose for their long
trips into the mountains, and it saved hav-
ing a trunk strapped on. behind. Into it Lou
thrust her hands, turning up the clothes, until
at last she pulled out, by one leg, a doll.
It was an old doll and not a very pretty
one, but on that very account it was all the
more dear to Lou. She had named it Aramin-
ta Seraphina Lady Jane, and everywhere that
Lou went her doll ladyship went also.
Lady Jane seemed to have suffered some-
what from the journey. Her clothes had a
creased and tumbled look, and Lou smoothed
them out as well as she could, saying, I am
afraid, my dear Araminta Seraphina Lady
Jane, that the fatigues of the journey have
been too much for you; and perhaps, too, the
accident gave quite a shock to your nerves.


Let me suggest that you take a little fresh
So talking, she clambered down from the
wagon, and, holding Lady Jane tightly, strolled
about along the paths, talking away to her
as only a little girl can. In the course of
her rambles she came near the kitchen door.
There under the shadow of an old elm tree, but
close by the house, stood a cradle, and in the
cradle was a bouncing baby girl.
Lou almost dropped Lady Jane in her sur-
prise. Why," she exclaimed, I did not
know there was a baby here; I never heard
her cry."
She is not one of the crying kind,'- said the
farmer's wife. "She has nothing to cry for.
She is happy all the day long."
And true enough the baby girl seemed to be
having a very good time. She was watching
an old hen with chickens so intently that she

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would hardly look at Lou. Lady Jane, how-
ever, took her fancy at once, and she held out
her hands for her. Lou gave her ladyship up,
but the baby seemed hardly to know that dolls
really had feelings, and she handled poor Ara-
minta Seraphina so roughly that there was dan-
ger that her nose might be broken off. So
Lou made haste to get her safely back into her
own hands again.
After this she stood in the doorway for some
time, watching the farmer's wife. It was quite
delightful to see the speed with which she
would take the jacket off a potato, and then
drop him plump into a pail of clean water that
stood by her side. When the potatoes were all
peeled she took down a big pan of peas and
commenced to shell them. Lou longed to ask
to help her, but did not dare to.
Presently she heard her mother calling, so
she ran around the house and found her stand-


ing by the front gate with her hat on and her
parasol in her hand. "Put on your hat, Lou,"
she said, "and we will take a walk down the
road. You might take your basket, too, for
perhaps we shall find some flowers or berries."
Lou found a few flowers, but berries were
rather scarce. She and her mamma had a very
pleasant walk, though it was rather hot, and
they were glad to sit quietly in the cool sitting-
room after they came back to the house.
Lou was almost as excited as Tom when she
knew the contents of the packages. They
were undone at once for her to see, and then
wrapped up again. Mr. Millard wrote on one
" Polly," and on the other Jack,-from their
friends Tom and Lou Millard." They gave
them to the farmer after they had had- dinner,
and were just about to set out, with many
injunctions to be sure and give them to Jack
and Polly as soon as they came home.


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Then, after they had shaken hands with their
host and hostess, Mr. Millard drew up the
reins and said Get up !"-the horses started
off briskly, and the tired wheel began to fly
around as merrily as its three fellows, and Lou
and Tom were on their way to the mountains
once more.








Copyright, 1880, by DODD, MEAD & COMPANY.



"Oh, dear! I wish I were a man."
Patience, my boy, and you'll find yourself
a man before you know it, and then you'll
wish you were a boy again. But why do you
want to be a man to-day especially ?"
"Because then I could go off to the woods
with you."


The boy who spoke was a farmer's lad, Jack
Brown, a sturdy fellow of some ten years. The
person to whom he was speaking was his father.
Mr. Brown was standing in his great boots and
thick coat ready to start for a month or two's
work in the woods. He lived in Maine, and
was a lumberman, and when the late autumn
came he set out with a number of his neighbors
to the forests, where they worked at felling
and hauling logs, until the warm spring weather
came, melting the snow and -turning all the
little brooks into torrents that swept the logs
onward to the mills. It was the ambition of
Jack's heart to be alumberman, and many and
many was the time he had urged his father to
take him with him; but so far he had only
laughed and told him to wait a few years.
But this morning when Mr. Brown sa\:
Jack's melancholy face he began to relent a
little. "Go ask your mother if she can spare


you for a couple of months," he said.
can, I will take you with me."

" If she

Jack gave a wild halloo of joy, and ran to find
his mother.
But how about school, Jack ?" said she.


Jack stopped for a moment to think. Truth
compels me to say that it was not the loss of
knowledge he regretted, but the fun that
always came at recess, snow-balling and the
But it was only for a moment that he hesi-
tated. "I will study ever so much harder when
I come back. Do let me go, mamma !"
"Well," said Mrs. Brown, "if your father
will take good care of you, I have no objec-
Jack's preparations were made with great
speed, for his father was in haste to be gone.
Most of his friends had left some time before,
and already one snow had fallen. It was high
time for them to start. So kissing his mother
good-by, and waving his hand to Mary, the
maid-of-all-work, who stood brushing the snow
away from one of the open windows up stairs,
he was off. His father always took his horses

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into the woods, though most of the men took
oxen; and Jack was very glad indeed that his
father did so, for it was much nicer to go on at
a brisk trot than to jog on behind such a slow
team as oxen.
The road to the lumber camp was quite a
long one. It was eight o'clock in the morning
when they started, and Mr. Brown expected
that if nothing occurred to detain them they
would get to it by dark. The horses went
along briskly, as if they knew that a good day's
work was expected of them, and the bells
jingled merrily. In the long sled there was
quite a load. Besides several bags of flour
there were two or three hams and a quantity of
other provisions, while close at hand, within
easy reach, was a rifle. By and by, when they
were further on, and fairly into the forests, Mr.
Brown would load the rifle and carry it between
his knees, for wolves every now and then fol-


lowed the traveller: and, even if they did not
need the rifle for use against them, perhaps they
might see a fox or other animal whose skin
would be well worth taking.
When it got to be twelve o'clock, Mr.
Brown chose a nice sheltered spot where the
cold wind did not reach them, and loosening
the horses gave them a good meal of oats and
a pailful of water from a little brook close at
hand. Then he and Jack opened a basket that
they pulled from under the seat, and began to
eat the lunch that Mrs. Brown had put up for
them. Very good it tasted, I can tell you, after
their ride in the cold air, and the big pieces of
mince pie that finished it were very nice indeed.
" You had better make the most of your piece,"
said Mr. Brown, as Jack ate vigorously, for it
will be a long time before you see mince pie
After they had given the horses a good rest

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they jogged on once more. They were now in
the very midst of the wood ; the last snow had
covered up all the traces of the road, but Mr.
BK.own was too old a lumberman to be deceived.
He drove on as steadily as if he were only
going to the post-office at home. Jack held
the rifle now, and scanned the woods about
them; but, though his eyes were sharp ones,
they were not sharp enough to spy out any
game. Every now and then a rabbit ran across
their path, but rabbits were hardly worth their
powder and ball. "When I get to the camp,"
said Jack, "I mean to set traps. What fun
that will be. Oh! I am so glad that I am here.
If I were home now I should be drawing one
of the girls home from school on her sled. That
is good fun enough, but this is ever so much
Just as the dusk began to gather, they saw
before them a little way off the red glow of a


fire. Here we are," said Mr. Brown. "And
now, Master Jack, we shall see how you like a
life under the trees."
The jingle of the bells had been heard by the
men of the camp, and as Mr. Brown drove up
there was quite a crowd to meet him. They
pressed about asking after'their wives and chil-
dren. To Jack's great delight he found there a
boy just his own age, and the two were soon
talking away as familiarly as if they had known
each other all their lives.
Have any of my readers ever been in a lum-
ber camp? If they have not, they would prob-
ably look about with as sharp eyes as did Jack.
Around the fire lay a circle of men smoking
their pipes and resting after the work of the
day, while one or tw-o bustled about getting
supper ready. Not far away were tfvo or three
log cabins. Jack looked in at the door of one.
"This is where I slen," said his new friend,


Tom Robbins. "There are four or five empty
bunks here; I hope you will sleep here with
us." Jack hoped so, too, though the cabin
was not very inviting. Around its walls were
rows of bunks with blankets in them. They
looked much less pleasant than his own little
bed at home, but Tom told him that here one
always fell asleep before he had time to pul
the blanket up over him, so that it did no,
seem to make much difference what kind of a
bed he had.,
Pretty soon he heard his father calling him,
and found that supper was ready. No mince
pie as you will see," laughed Mr. Brown. And
so Jack found it. However, the fried pork
and hard bread were not bad, for he was as
hungry as a young bear, and he soon made a
hearty meal and turned into a bunk close by
Tom, where, as the latter had told him, he was
asleep before he could say Jack Robinson.

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The next morning he was awakened early
by the men calling to the oxen, and scrambling
up was soon ready for whatever was to be seen.
And now I think I must tell you what the lum-
bermen's work is.
As soon as the leaves are fairly off the trees
and the cold weather has set in, the lumberman
begins his work. He chooses some part of the
forest where the trees have not as vet felt the
axe, and stand in towering grandeur. The
spot must be near brooks; for in these, when
the spring freshets come and they are turned
into roaring torrents, the logs are carried to
market. The first thing to do is to put up
huts to live in. Then all day long the woods
resound with the stroke of the axe and the crash
of the falling trees. The huge logs are piled
up ready for the snow, when they can be
easily moved.
Presently the snow does come. Still the


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sturdy axe goes on, and the great trees fall
before it. Great piles of logs now begin tc
loom up all around. By and by, when the
snow is deeper, their work of hauling will
begin. Meantime the men work away by day,
and when the night comes sit around the fire
smoking their pipes and spinning yarns. If,
by chance, one has a book-a story or perhaps
a volume of Scott's poems-that book has to
do a vast amount of service. By and by the
fire dies out, for the men all go to bed early,
and then the forest is silent save for the occa-
sional bark of a dog, or the howl of a wolf.
It is not so much fun working when the
snow is on the ground, for then the men often
stand up to their waists in the banks sawing at
some great log. Still they are hardy and do
not mind it.
When the men who use the axe have made
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The great piles of logs are first taken away, and
soon they make such good progress that the
heaps are all carted, and they take the logs oid
the ground just as the men cut them. They
are drawn to the side of some ravine at whose
bottom babbles a little brook. Then the sled
is stopped. The driver picks up a pole and
pi s at some huge log. It trembles for a
minute, then rolls off the sled and goes pitch-
ing and crashing down till it comes to halt at
the bottom. In this way the whole bed of the
stream is filled full of logs. It is only a little
brook now that one can easily step over, but
presently it will change. By the time that
spring is close at hand the snow will perhaps
be six feet deep everywhere. Then there will
come three or four warm days. The snow wil
melt away as if it were July, and will run dowr
the hillsides in streams. Our little brook now
will have changed into a swirling river. It ic


thirty feet deep. It picks up the great logs
that three or four men could hardly move and
whirls them around as if they were straws.
"'u'nbling-, bumping, cra ing, they tear ahlo,,-

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piled one upon another, until -t la:I t. malk
their way into some broad river, on whose
swollen bosom they sail along till a great boom
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them to a dead halt, and they end their lives in
the saw-mill close at hand.
Sometimes, though, the men who follow the
sides of the stream see that there is trouble
ahead. The stream begins to rise very fast and
the logs pile up in great confusion. They
know what the difficulty is at once; a jam has
occurred. Two great timbers have become
wedged fast in the shape of the letter V, so as
to block the whole river. Now is the time
when the lumberman shows his quickness and
skill. He rushes out on the piled-up mass, and
with his hook loosens the two logs that block
the way. As they move apart he springs back
across the mass just as tearing and rushing on
it continues its downward way.
That is the way the lumberman spends his life.
Jack and Tom soon fell into the ways of the
camp, and glorious times they had. Jack's
plan of setting t:ap-! Tom highly approved of,


and together they must have had twenty or

thirty. With what contempt did Jack look


back on his attempts to catch birds in the win-

ter at home. Then he had thought it great

sport if he could only hag a single snow-bird;






but now every day they came back to camp
with half a dozen rabbits. Jack skinned them
all carefully, For he meant to save enough skins
to line a cloak for his mother. The men liked
the rabbits very much, and one or two of them
taught Tom and Jack how to handle a rifle, o
that they could go further away without
One day a man found his way into the camp
who had just come from the village where Jack
lived. Hie brought word that all were well at
home. He had with him an illustrated paper,
and in it were some pictures of the toboggan
or sled, which is used in Canada for coasting.
One of the men who was looking over their
shoulders declared that he meant to make one.
The others all laughed at him, but he de-
clared that make one le would, and so in the
evenings while the others were lying idly about
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week it was finished. What it looked like you
will see from the pictures that follow.


It v a bright moonlight night, and the man
announ'- his determination to try it at once.


Close at hand was a hillside from which they
had cut nearly all the timber, and the snows

had covered up all the stumps, so that it was a
clear, smooth expanse.
On the top of this hill the man got on his
toboggan, and started. Away he sped down



the hill like a shot. The men who looked all
wished that they had made toboggans. But as
they watched him they saw a strange sight.
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Some distance down the slope there was a hum-
mock made by a hidden stump. Over this the
toboggan flew, and, as it did so, the rider shot


into the air. He came down promptly, but the
toboggan was too quick for him. It shot
ahead and left him to come down into the
snow, while it made its way on without a rider
to the foot of the hill.
The men looking on all raised a shout of
laughter, but the tobogganist was not discour-
aged. He ran down the hill after his runaway
steed, and brought it to the top again. I see
what my mistake was," he said, as he took his
seat again. I ought to have held on over
that hummock. I'll do it this time."
Away he went. This time he held on finely.
He passed the hummock in safety with a flying
leap, and turned to wave his hand in triumph to
the men on the hill-top above. Vain triumph !
In letting go his hold he lost the power of
steering, and could not regain it. On went the
toboggan where it pleased. Before it was a
tree. Toward this it flew. There was a crash,


and a few minutes after a man came limping up
the hill trailing a broken toboggan behind him

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with one hand, while with the other he held a
lump of snow to his swollen face. That was the
end of tobo.-- -.!in .i.
Many and many was the story that Jack

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heard as he sat about the fire in the winter
evenings, while the wind that roared through
the branches overhead sent the sparks flying
through the air. One of the men had followed
the sea for years. He seldom stayed on land


for more than a few months at a time, then,
just as his wife would fancy that he had given
up his roving habits and was going to settle

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"down, he would be off to blue water again.
He had been all around the world. Twice he
had been to the Arctic ocean, and many was


the thrilling tale he could tell of
mountain high, that threatened
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ship between them. Once, he told them, he
had been swept overboard, and thought that all



was up with him; but as he came gasping to the
top of the water he felt a rope strike him that a
comrade had thrown, and seizing it he was
dragged into safety.

He told some wonderful stories about the
sea serpent, which he declared he had seen more
than two hundred feet long; but when he told
that tale the men all laughed, and, as he joined
in the laugh, too, I fancy that he was only try-
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However, it was beyond doubt that he had
been frozen in on one of his voyages, and had
spent the winter on his ship, fast in the ice and
snow. He told them of the Esquimaux who,
drawn on dog-sledges, came about their camp,
bringing them fresh walrus meat which they
had just killed.
One of these Esquimaux had a very narrow
escape. He had set a net to catch walrus, and
had just drawn it up and was overjoyed to find
in it a good fat animal. He was bending over
it trying to get it free from the net, and think-
ing how his wife and babies would rejoice to
see it, and what a good dinner they would all
have when he felt a smartblow on his shoulder
and heard a great roar. He looked around in
amazement, and there close beside him was an
enormous white bear. Our Esquimaux did
not wait to secure his walrus, but took to his
heels with great speed, and the bear finished


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the animal that was to have made such a pleas-
ant meal for his wife and children.

Old Blue-water, as the men called him, was
only too glad to find some one to listen to his