Project Gutenberg's At Whispering Pine Lodge, by Lawrence J. Leslie
This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or
re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.net
Title: At Whispering Pine Lodge
Author: Lawrence J. Leslie
Release Date: November 22, 2003 [EBook #10211]
Language: English
Character set encoding: ASCII
*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK AT WHISPERING PINE LODGE ***
Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Sjaani and the Online Distributed
Proofreading Team
AT WHISPERING PINE LODGE
BY LAWRENCE J. LESLIE
1919
CONTENTS
CHAPTER
I. THE HALT ON THE ADIRONDACK CARRY
II. GRIPPED BY A GIANT'S UNSEEN HANDS
III. OBED GRIMES BOBS UP
IV. BANDY-LEGS SUSPECTS
V. PACKING OVER THE "CARRY"
VI. THE LODGE OF MANY WONDERS
VII. THE YOUNG MAGICIAN
VIII. PRODUCTS OF THE FUR FARM
IX. LAYING PLANS TO HELP OBED
X. TRAPS FOR NIGHT PROWLERS
XI. A TREE THAT BORE STRANGE FRUIT
XII. THE TAPS ON THE CABIN WALL
XIII. OBED LEARNS SOMETHING
XIV. A BIG SURPRISE
XV. STEVE'S DREAM COMES TRUE
XVI. THE FUR FARMER'S TRIUMPH--CONCLUSION
CHAPTER I
THE HALT ON THE ADIRONDACK CABBY
"Where's Touch-and-Go Steve, fellows?"
"Why, Max, he slipped away with his little steel-jointed fishing-rod as
soon as he heard you say we'd stop here over night. And I saw him
picking some fat white grubs out of those old rotten stumps we passed at
the time we rested, an hour back. Huh! just like Slippery Steve to get
out of the hard work we've going to have cutting enough brush for making
our shanty shelter tonight; seeing that we didn't fetch our bully old
tent along this trip. He's a nice one, I should say."
"N-n-never you m-m-mind about Steve, Bandy-legs. He t-t-told me he
_knew_ he c-c-could yank a m-m-mess of fine trout out of that c-c-creek,
where it looked so s-s-shallow just back there. He's m-m-meaning to
w-w-wade in, too, I reckon, and when you s-s-smell the fish c-c-cooking
you'll be s-s-sorry you said what you did."
"Well, let's get a move on, and start that shanty. I chose this place
partly on account of there being so much brush handy, you see."
"Sure you did, Max. It takes you to notice things that miss our eyes.
Here, let me handle the hatchet, because you see I was such a truthful
little shaver away
|