The Bobbsey Twins at Snow Lodge

Bobbsey Twins at Snow Lodge

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[ILLUSTRATION: "You have made a fine shelter," said the hunter.]
THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT SNOW LODGE
BY
LAURA LEE HOPE
Author of the Bobbsey Twins.

COPYRIGHT, 1913, BY GROSSET & DUNLAP.

CONTENTS

CHAPTER
I. THE RUNAWAYS
II. OLD MR. CARFORD
III. THE BIG SNOWBALL
IV. THE ACCUSATION
V. HOLIDAYS AT HAND
VI. A VISIT TO MR. CARFORD
VII. THE STORY OF SNOW LODGE

VIII. A KIND OFFER
IX. MR. BOBBSEY'S STORY
X. UNWELCOME NEWS
XI. MAKING PLANS
XII. THE LETTERS
XIII. IN A HARD BLOW
XIV. AT SNOW LODGE
XV. THE SNOW SLIDE
XVI. LOST IN THE WOODS
XVII. HENRY BURDOCK
XVIII. SNOWBALLS
XIX. SNAP IS GONE
XX. THE BIG STORM
XXI. THE FALLING TREE
XXII. THE MISSINC MONEY

CHAPTER I
THE RUNAWAYS
"Will Snap pull us, do you think, Freddie?" asked little Flossie Bobbsey,
as she anxiously looked at her small brother, who was fastening a big,
shaggy dog to his sled by means of a home-made harness. "Do you
think he'll give us a good ride?"

"Sure he will, Flossie," answered Freddie with an air of wisdom. "I
explained it all to him, and I've tried him a little bit. He pulled fine, and
you won't be much heavier. I'll have the harness all fixed in a minute,
and then we'll have a grand ride."
"Do you think Snap will be strong enough to pull both of us?" asked
the little girl.
"Of course he will!" exclaimed Freddie firmly. "He's as good as an
Esquimo dog, and we saw some pictures of them pulling sleds bigger
than ours."
"That's so," admitted Flossie. "Well, hurry up, please, Freddie 'cause
I'm cold standing here, and I want to get under the blankets on the sled
and have a nice ride."
"I'll hurry all right, Flossie. You go up there by Snap's head and pat him.
Then he'll stand stiller, and I can fix the harness on him quicker."
Flossie, with a shake of her light curls, and a stamp of her little feet to
rid them of the snow from the drift in which she had been standing,
went closer to the fine-looking and intelligent dog, who did not seem to
mind being all tied up with ropes and leather straps to Freddie's sled.
"Good old Snap!" exclaimed Flossie, patting his head. "You're going to
give Freddie and me a fine ride; aren't you, old fellow?"
Snap barked and wagged his tail violently.
"Hey! Stop that!" cried Freddie. "He's flopping his tail right in my
face!" the little boy added. "I can't see to fasten this strap. Hold his tail,
Flossie."
Snap, hearing the voice of his young master--one of his two masters by
the way--wagged his tail harder than ever. Freddie made a grab for it,
but missed. Flossie, seeing this, laughed and Snap, thinking it was a
great joke, leaped about and barked with delight. He sprang out of the
harness, which was only partly fastened on, and began leaping about in

the snow. Finally he stood up on his hind legs and marched about, for
Snap was a trick dog, and had once belonged to a circus.
"There now! Look at that!" cried Freddie. He's spoiled everything!
We'll never get him hitched up now."
"It--it wasn't my fault," said Flossie, a tear or two coming into her eyes.
"I know it wasn't, Flossie," replied Freddie,