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Bobbsey Twins on Blueberry Island

<h2>CHAPTER IX</h2> <h3>A NIGHT SCARE</h3> "Well, are you all ready?" asked Daddy Bobbsey, as he came out and locked the front door. On the steps in front of him, or else down the front walk, were his wife, Nan, Bert, Flossie, Freddie, Sam, Dinah, Snoop, in his traveling crate, Whisker, the goat, hitched to his wagon, and a pile of trunks, boxes and other things. "If we're not ready we never will be," said Mrs. Bobbsey with a sigh and a laugh, as she looked over everything. "We aren't going so far, but what we can send for anything we forget, which is a good thing. But I guess we're all ready, Daddy." "Good! Here comes the expressman for our trunks, and behind him is the automobile we're going to take down to the steamer dock. Now have you children everything you want?"[91] and he looked at Flossie and Freddie particularly. "I've got my best doll, and Snoop's in his cage," said Flossie. "And my other dolls are in the trunk and so are the toys I want. Is your fire engine packed, Freddie? 'Cause you might want it if the woods got on fire." "Yep; my fire engine is all right," answered the little fellow. "An' I've got everything I want, I guess—except—maybe——" he was thinking then. "Oh, I forgot 'em! I forgot 'em!" he quickly cried. "Open the door, Daddy! I forgot 'em!" "Forgot what?" his father asked with a smile. "The tin bugs that go around and around and around," answered Freddie. "You know, the ones I buyed in New York. I want 'em." "Well, it's a good thing you thought of them before we got away, for I wouldn't have wanted to come back just to get the tin bugs." "But they go around and around and around!" cried Flossie, who liked the queer toys as much as did her brother. "They're lots of fun."[92] "Well, as long as we're going to camp on Blueberry Island for fun as much as for anything else," said Mr. Bobbsey, "I suppose we'll have to get the bugs. Come on, Freddie." The little twin had wrapped his tin bugs in a paper and left them on a chair in the front hall, so it was little trouble to get them. Then the trunks, bags and bundles were piled in the wagon and taken to the steamboat dock, while the Bobbsey family, all except Bert, took their places in the automobile. Bert was to drive Whisker to the wharf, as it was found easier to ship the goat and wagon this way than by crating or boxing the animal and his cart. "I'd rather ride with Bert and Whisker than in the auto," said Freddie wistfully, as he saw his brother about to drive off. "So would I!" added Flossie, who always chimed in with anything her twin brother did. "But you can't," said Mrs. Bobbsey decidedly. "If you two small twins went with Bert in the goat wagon something would be sure to happen. You'd stop to give some one a ride or you'd have a race with a dog or a cat, and then we'd miss the boat. You must come with[93] us, Flossie and Freddie, and, Bert, don't lose any time. The boat won't wait for you and Whisker." "I'll be there before you," promised Bert, and he was, for he took a short cut. He said on the way he had stopped at the police station to ask if there was any news about the missing Snap, but the trick dog had not been seen, and so the Bobbseys went to camp without him. If there had not been so much to see and to do, they would have been more lonesome for Snap than they were. As it was, they missed him very much, but Bert held out a little hope by saying perhaps they might find their pet on Blueberry Island, though why he said it he hardly knew. "All aboard!" called the steamboat men as the Bobbseys settled themselves in comfort, their goods having been put in place. The goat wagon was left on the lower deck where stood the horses and wagons that were to be taken across the lake, for the steamer was a sort of ferryboat. "All aboard!" called the deck hands. There was a tooting of whistles, a clanging[94] and ringing of bells, and the boat slowly moved away from the dock. "Oh, it's just lovely to go camping!" sighed Nan. "We haven't really begun yet," said Bert. "Wait until we get to the woods and have to go hunting for what we want to eat, and cook it over an open fire—that's the way to live!" "I guess there won't be much hunting on Blueberry Island," said Mr. Bobbsey, with a laugh. "Well, we can make-believe, can't we?" asked Freddie. "Oh, yes, you can make-believe," said his mother. "And that, sometimes, is more fun than having real things." I will not tell you all the things that happened on the steamboat, for so much more happened on Blueberry Island that I will have to hurry on to that. Besides, the trip to the middle of the lake did not take more than an hour, and not much can take place in an hour. I say not much, and yet sometimes lots of things can. But not a great deal did to the Bobbseys this time, though, to be sure, a[95] strange dog tried to get hold of Snoop in his crate, and Freddie nearly fell overboard reaching after his hat, which blew off. "But I could swim even if I did fall in," he said, for Mr. Bobbsey had taught all four twins how to keep afloat in water. "Well, we don't want you falling in," his mother answered. "Now you sit by me." This Freddie did for a short time. Then he got tired of sitting still and jumped down from his chair, at the same time calling to his little sister: "Say, Flossie, let's go and watch the engine." "All right," answered the little girl, ready, as always, to do anything her brother suggested. As Flossie jumped from her chair to join her brother, she accidently kicked an umbrella belonging to a man who was sitting near by, and the umbrella fell to the floor and slipped out under the railing right into the water. "Oh—oh—oh!" gasped Flossie. But Freddie turned and ran as fast as he could to the stairs that led to the lower deck.[96] "Here! where are you going?" cried his father, and started after his son. "Goin' after that umbrella!" "I think not!" and Mr. Bobbsey caught up with Freddie and picked him up in his arms. Meanwhile, Mrs. Bobbsey told the man how sorry she was, and said that they would replace the umbrella. But the man returned that he would not allow that. "No one needs an umbrella on such a lovely day, anyway," he said. But a deckhand who was cleaning some mops in the water had already rescued the umbrella. "Blueberry Island!" called a man on the steamer, after the boat had made one or two other stops. "All off for Blueberry Island!" "Oh, let us off! Let us off!" cried Flossie, getting up in such a hurry from her deck chair that she dropped her doll. "We're going camping there." "I guess the passengers know it by this time, without your telling them," laughed her father. "But come on—don't forget anything." Such a scrambling as there was! Such a gathering together of packages—umbrellas[97]—fishing rods—hats, caps, gloves and the crate with black Snoop in it. Sam and Dinah helped all they could, and between them and Mr. and Mrs. Bobbsey and the children the family managed to get ashore at last. A gangplank had been run from the boat to the dock, and over this Bert drove Whisker and the goat cart. The goat seemed glad to get off the steamboat. "Oh, wouldn't Snap just love it here!" cried Nan, as they went on shore and looked at the island. "Isn't it too bad he isn't with us?" "I'm going to find him!" declared Bert. "Those old gypsies sha'n't have our trick dog!" Blueberry Island was, indeed, a fine place for a camp. In the winter no one lived on it, but in the summer it was often visited by picnic parties and by those who liked to gather the blueberries which grew so plentifully, giving the island its name. In fact, so many people came to one end of the island in the berry season that a man had set up a little stand near the shore, where he sold sandwiches, coffee, candy, and ice-cream, since many of the berry-pickers, and others who[98] came, grew hungry after tramping through the woods. But where Mr. Bobbsey was going to camp with his family, the berry-pickers and picnic parties seldom came, as it was on the far end of the island, so our friends would be rather by themselves, which was what they wanted. Mr. Dalton, the man who kept the little refreshment stand, had his horse and wagon on the island, and he had agreed to haul the Bobbsey's trunks and other things to where their tents, already put up, awaited them. "And can't we ride there in the goat wagon?" asked Freddie of his mother, as he saw Bert get up behind Whisker in the little cart. "Yes, I think you and Flossie may ride now that we are on the island," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "Do you want to go, Nan?" "No, I'll walk with you and daddy. I'll get enough goat rides later." "Oh, how nice it is!" cried Mother Bobbsey when she and Nan came in sight of the tents of the camp. "I know we shall like it here!"[99] "I hope you will," said her husband. "And now we must see about something to eat. I suppose the children are hungry." "Dey's always dat way!" laughed fat Dinah. "I neber seen 'em when dey wasn't hungry. But jest show me whar's de cook-stove an' suffin' t' cook, an' dey won't be hungry long, mah honey lambs!" Dinah was as good as her word, and she soon had a fine meal on the table in the dining tent, for the men Mr. Bobbsey had hired to set up the canvas houses had everything in readiness to go right to "housekeeping," as Nan said. There were several tents for the Bobbsey family. One large one was for the family to sleep in, while a smaller one, near the kitchen tent, was for Dinah and her husband. Then there was a tent that served as a dining-room, and another where the trunks and food could be stored. In this tent was an ice box, for a boat stopped at the island every day and left a supply of ice. The children helped to unpack and settle camp, though, if the truth were told, perhaps[100] they did more to unsettle it than otherwise. But Mr. and Mrs. Bobbsey were used to this, and knew how to manage. So the meal was eaten, Whisker was put in his little stable, made under a pile of brush-wood, and the children went out rowing in a boat. They had lots of fun that afternoon, and Bert even did a little hunting for Snap, thinking that, by some chance, the trick dog might be on the island. But Snap was not to be found. "Though, of course, we didn't half look," Bert said. "We'll look again to-morrow." And now it was evening in "Twin Camp," as the Bobbseys had decided to call their place on Blueberry Island. There had been quite a talk as to what to name the camp, but when Dinah suggested "Twin," every one agreed that it was best. So "Twin Camp" it was called, and Daddy Bobbsey said he would have a wooden sign made with that on it, and a flag to hoist over it on a pole. Beds were made up in the sleeping tent, and soon even Nan and Bert declared that they were ready to go to Slumberland by the quickest[101] train or steamboat which was headed for that place. They had been up early and had been very busy. Flossie and Freddie dropped off to sleep as soon as they put their heads on the pillows. Freddie did not know what time it was when he awakened. It was in the night, he was sure of that, for it was dark in the tent except where the little oil light was aglow. What had awakened him was something bumping against him. His cot was near one of the walls of the sleeping tent and he awoke with a start. "Hi!" he called, as he felt something strike against him. "Who's doin' that? Stop it! Stop it, I say!" "Freddie, are you talking in your sleep?" asked his mother, who had not slept very soundly. "No, I'm not asleep," Freddie answered. "But something bumped me. It's outside the tent." "Maybe it's Whisker feeling of you with his horns," said Flossie, who slept near her brother, and who had been awakened when he called out so loudly.[102] "It—it didn't feel like Whisker. It was softer than his horns," Freddie said. "Momsie, I want to come into your bed." "No, Freddie, you must stay where you are. I guess it was only the wind blowing on you." "No, it wasn't!" said Freddie. "It was a bump that hit me. I'm afraid over here!"[103] <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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