“Caw! Caw! Caw!” again sounded the cry.
Then Ted and Trouble noticed that it was not the crow that had the knife that was doing the cawing. It was some other crow farther off in the woods. For if the crow that had flown down and picked up Ted’s knife from the log had opened its mouth to caw, it would have had to drop the knife. A crow must open its beak3 to call, just as you have to open your mouth to sing, or as a dog opens its mouth to bark.
“drop my knife! drop my knife, you funny black crow!” cried Ted.
“Frow suffin’ at him! Frow suffin’!”[125] cried Trouble, so eager and excited that he forgot to talk straight. “Frow suffin’!”
“I’ll throw something all right!” shouted Ted.
“Don’t frow my whistle,” begged Trouble.
Ted had been about to do this, forgetting that the stick he held in his hand was the one on one end of which he had started the whistle for his small brother.
“I’ll throw a stone!” cried the Curlytop boy.
Off in the woods sounded the caw of that other crow. And, just as Ted threw a stone at the black bird that had picked up his knife, though Ted did not hit the crow, the feathered thief with the knife in his beak opened his mouth and sent out an answering:
“Caw! Caw! Caw!”
Of course as soon as it opened its mouth down fell the knife, and away the crow flew.
“You made him drop it!” cried Trouble.
“I guess he had to drop it to caw,” said Ted, which was more like the truth, for the stone he had thrown did not come anywhere near the crow. “I hope I find my knife,” Teddy went on.
[126]He ran toward the place where he had seen it fall from the crow’s beak, and as the bird circled overhead, crying and cawing in answer to the other, which the boys did not see, Ted and his brother searched amid the leaves for the missing knife.
After poking4 about for some time they picked it up, and Ted looked at it carefully to see if it might be damaged. But it was none the worse from having been nearly carried off by the crow.
“What made him want it?” asked Trouble, as the whistle-making started again.
“Oh, I guess maybe he wanted to give it to his little boy,” Ted answered, with a laugh, as he carefully whittled5 away at the whistle.
“Has crows got little boys?” Trouble wanted to know.
“Yes, I guess so; and little girls, too,” explained Teddy.
“But how can a crow boy cut with a knife?” persisted William. “How can he?”
“Well, I guess maybe he doesn’t, except in fairy stories,” said Ted.
“What makes crows caw?” was Trouble’s next question.
[127]“That’s the way they talk.”
“Oh, does crows talk?” eagerly cried Trouble. He listened a moment. Over the trees floated a cry of:
“Caw! Caw! Caw!”
“What’s him crow sayin’?” he demanded.
“Oh, I don’t know!” Ted had to confess. “You ask too many questions, Trouble! I can’t answer half of ’em. Crows must talk among themselves same’s dogs talk when they rub noses and wag their tails. Now there’s your whistle. Blow on it and then you can’t ask so many questions.”
He shut his knife and put it in his pocket, while Trouble put the blowing end of the whistle in his lips. It gave forth6 a shrill7, clear sound.
“’At’s a fine whistle!” Trouble said. “Thanks you, Ted.”
“All right, boysie! I’m glad you like it. That’s it—toot away!”
As Trouble blew harder on the whistle several birds in the trees seemed to sing in answer. And again, over the trees, came the hoarse voices of the crows.
“Caw! Caw! Caw-aw-aw!” they cried.
“Maybe they wants a whistle,” suggested Trouble.
[128]“Maybe,” agreed Ted, with a laugh. “Well, I’m not going to make them any. That was a bold fellow to come down and take my knife like that!”
“Oh, Ted! Maybe that was Mr. Jenk’s tame crow.”
“What, the one that tried to fly away with my knife?”
Teddy shook his head.
“That wasn’t Jim crow,” he said.
“How do you know?” asked Janet.
“’Cause he wasn’t lame,” answered her brother. “I watched him walk along on the log ’fore he picked up my knife and he didn’t limp a bit.”
“Maybe it was Mr. Jenk’s lame, tame crow,” persisted Janet, “but maybe he got well after he flew off to the woods, and maybe he’s here now.”
Ted shook his head in doubt.
“This is too far away for Mr. Jenk’s crow to come,” he said. “And he couldn’t get[129] well. He was lame from a broken leg and Mr. Jenk said Jim would always be lame like he was ’cause one leg was shorter than the other.”
“Oh,” murmured Janet. “Well, anyhow, I’m glad he didn’t take your knife.”
“So’m I,” agreed Teddy.
There were now busy times at Mount Major; at least for Mr. Martin, as he must watch over and tell the two men, Jack10 and Henry, as they called themselves, about putting the groceries and merchandise away on the shelves. In another day or two the lumbermen would arrive and there would be more busy scenes in the woods where the Curlytops were spending their vacation.
By the time the boxes and barrels of supplies had been unpacked12 and placed on the shelves, some of the lumbermen arrived. There were men who chopped down the great trees, other men who piled them on skids13 and wagons15 and hauled them to the lake or river, where they were sent down long slides, or chutes, then to be floated to the mill.
In parts of the woods too far from the water, the logs were carted to the mill on[130] wagons and piled up outside to wait for the sawmill to cut them into lumber11.
There was a special “gang” of men to operate the sawmill, and this was the place Ted best liked to linger near. He was much interested in machinery16. Trouble was, too, and went with his brother each time Ted started for the mill.
As Mr. Martin had said, some of the lumber workers brought their families to the woods with them, and these men, women and children were given homes in small cabins that were specially17 built for them.
In about a week after the Curlytops had arrived at the bungalow in the woods, Mount Major was a very lively place. The store was opened and doing business. Mr. Martin acted as manager of the store for a time, and he had several clerks to wait on the customers.
“It’s funny to see a store in the woods like this,” said Janet to her mother.
“Yes, but when men work they must eat, and to eat they have to buy things,” answered Mrs. Martin with a smile. “Besides, your father makes money by coming up here to start the store. And if we had no money[131] we could not have things to eat and things to wear.”
“I see,” said Janet, with a smile.
Most of that first week was spent in getting things to rights about the camp and in setting up the store. Then, too, the sawmill had to be made ready, so at first no trees were cut.
But at last the day came when lumbering18 was really started, and as a special treat the Curlytops and Trouble were taken by their mother to watch one of the big trees being felled.
“Shall we be safe here?” she asked one of the choppers.
“Oh, yes,” he answered. “The tree will fall over that way,” and he waved his hand toward an open place in the woods.
“Mother, how can he tell just where the tree is going to fall?” asked Janet.
“Oh, they have a way of knowing,” she answered.
“It all depends on the way we chop it,” explained the lumberman, who overheard what Janet had asked. “It takes practice, but we can make a tree fall anywhere we want it to.”
And this proved to be the case. Two men[132] chopped at the big trunk, one on either side. Their bright axes flashed in the sunshine and the white chips flew about.
“We must come back here after the tree is cut, and pick up some of the chips,” said Mrs. Martin to the children. “Chips are fine for putting on the fire to make the tea-kettle boil quickly.”
“I wish I could chop a tree,” sighed Trouble.
“Oh, you mustn’t ever touch one of the men’s axes!” warned Mrs. Martin, for she could read Trouble’s mind at times. “They are so sharp they would cut you badly.”
“They’re shiny, too,” said Trouble. “I guess maybe a crow would like to carry one off like they took your knife, wouldn’t they, Ted?” he asked.
“Well, but if maybe six ten dozen crows—now—tried to take a axe they could—couldn’t they, Mother?” asked the little fellow.
“Well, I don’t know,” was the answer Mrs. Martin thought it safest to make.
Chop! Chop! Chop! went the sharp[133] axes to the trunk of the tree. Soon the top part began to quiver and sway.
“Look out! She’s going to fall!” cried one of the lumbermen.
“We’d better run back, children!” said Mrs. Martin.
“Stay where you are, lady! You’ll be all right,” advised the head chopper.
Crash!
Down went the tree, and just as the lumberman had said, it fell in exactly the spot picked out for it, and nowhere near the place where Mrs. Martin stood with the Curlytops and Trouble.
“Hurray!” cried Teddy. “Good work!” He had often heard his father say that.
“Glad you liked it,” laughed one of the men.
Then they began trimming from the tree the branches, so the log could be taken to the mill, either being floated down the river or carted on the wagon14 or skids. The skids formed a sort of long, low sled with wooden runners, and in smooth places this could be pulled over the ground, dragging logs where they were needed.
That night, after a pleasant day in the woods, during which the Curlytops had[134] much fun, Janet watched her mother laying aside some rings and a breastpin, as Mrs. Martin was getting ready for bed.
“You didn’t find the little diamond locket I lost, did you, Mother?” asked Janet wistfully.
“No, dear, I didn’t,” was the reply. “But don’t worry about it,” she went on, as she saw the sad look on Janet’s face. “Perhaps we may find it sometime, though when I didn’t come across it after we packed up to come here, I began to lose hope.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry!” murmured Janet.
“Don’t worry,” said her mother kindly20, and Janet went to bed to dream that she had found the locket and that the diamond in it had grown as large as an orange. When she awakened21 and found it only a dream, she was very much disappointed.
However, the day that dawned was such a bright and pleasant one and there was the prospect22 of so much fun in the woods that Janet could not long be sad.
“Come on out and play!” called Ted.
“We have fun!” added Trouble.
“We’ll play camping out in the woods,” said Janet. “We’ll make believe we’re the[135] early settlers like the Pilgrims we read about in our school books, Ted.”
“That’ll be fun,” he agreed.
“I not goin’ to take any pills!” objected Trouble, as he heard that strange word. “I not sick and I not take pills!”
“You don’t have to take pills!” laughed Janet. “We were talking about the Pilgrims.”
“Who is them?” Trouble wanted to know.
“Oh, they used to fight with the Indians,” said Ted.
“Den I be a Pigwim!” announced Trouble, which was as near as he could say it. “Does Pigwims eat?” he wanted to know.
“Of course they do!” said Teddy. “We’ll go to the store and get daddy to give us things to eat in the woods,” he added.
Mr. Martin was glad to have the children roam in the woods in play, and he gave them some packages of crackers23 for their lunch. While he was wrapping them up for Teddy and Janet, baby William wandered behind the store counter. A lumberman entered as Mr. Martin finished giving the Curlytops what they had asked for. Looking behind[136] the counter the lumberman gave a start and suddenly cried:
“There’s trouble here!”
“Yes, I know Trouble is here,” said Mr. Martin, thinking the man meant the little boy. “Come out, Trouble!” he called.
“No, but I mean there’s a different kind of trouble!” exclaimed the man. “I don’t mean your boy, though he may have been the cause of it.”
“The cause of what?” asked Mr. Martin, starting for the counter behind which he had seen William wander.
“The cause of the molasses running all over,” was the reply. “The spigot of the barrel is open and there’s a big puddle24 of molasses on the floor. It’s growing bigger!
“Look out there, young man!” he quickly cried, taking a step forward. “Look out, or you’ll sit in it. Oh, too late!” he gasped25. “He’s gone and done it! Right in the molasses he is! Right in the molasses!”
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