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The Bobbsey Twins at Cedar Camp

Chapter 7 IN THE NORTH WOODS

Word Count: 1134    |    Released on: 04/12/2017

ip like this," said Nan, as sh

all it," de

ing just then. They were too

heating, and it was just the proper vehicle for a trip like this. It easily he

trip. Dinah and Sam would be left in charge of th

take our cat alon

or the woods," said Freddie. "E

d Mrs. Bobbsey, so the dog and cat had been left at home

fty miles from Lakeport. It was a wild, desolate region, especially in

only this year that he had decided to go into the Christmas tree trade. He had ordered many hundreds of the small

s of trees. They had started from Cedar Camp

better than from down here," Mr. Bobbsey

ny of them scattered through the North Woods. It was in one of these cabins, which had formerly been used by a foreman and his family, that Mr. Bo

the large, closed automobile. It was almost as comfortable as traveling

y of lunch, some extra wraps, an

sked Freddie, as he munched some cookies his mother p

rolley car we could," suggested Flossie.

'a' caught them,"

ough to eat without those

id Mr. Bobbsey. "The lumbermen have plen

other cook,"

p and engaged the wife of one of the lumbermen," he said. "I thought you'd lik

ce to be in the woods in winter; especially the Chr

hey were on a country road. The weather was fine, with hardly a cloud in the

er their journey, and as yet no mishaps had befallen them. There was no tire trouble and the engine of the

for a little accident. They had left the town of Bunkport, which was the last villag

Bobbsey. "One of the cylin

t. That one of the parts of the autom

!" exclaim

we won't stop for that now. I think we can reach Cedar Camp, a

go more and more slowly, and onc

and soon be in Cedar Camp," said Mr. Bobbsey

ce to go than Mr. Bobbsey had thought. The night settled down, it became dark, and then, suddenly, when the car was on a r

imed Mrs. Bobbsey

bbsey, preparing to get out

getting ready to follow his

wered Mr. Bobbsey. "Several mil

ered Flossie. "Aren't they

the woods 'ceptin' fireflies, a

wered his father. "Well, we

dark road, a mournful, shrill cry that e

, shrinking close to her

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