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When they got them all in and packed upon the bobsled for transportation, the snow was a foot deep on the ice and it was snowing so fast that one could not see ten feet into the swirling heart of the storm. "I declare! it looks as though we were in a mess, with all this snow," complained Tom Cameron. "And with all these girls," growled Ralph Tingley. "Wish we'd started an hour ago."
But he stumbled over the bobsled, and the tangled ropes caught his feet and started him rolling down the hill. He didn't exactly roll, either, for he was so fat that he seemed to bounce like a rubber ball; and little Wienerwurst, who thought it all very fine sport, ran after him, nosing and snapping at him all the way down that hill.
"Go!" he shouted, and as the red-haired girl's heels struck into the hard snow to start the creaking runners, the old gentleman put the bugle to his lips again and blew another fanfare. "We're off!" squealed Bess, as the bobsled slipped over the brow of the descent and started down the slippery slide with a rush.
The first bobsled ran almost to the Isle of Hope before it stopped. By that time Professor Krenner had started the second one, and the impatient Linda was clamoring for what she called her "rights." "We'll show 'em how to speed a bobsled, if you'll give us a chance," she complained. "That thing of the Mason's didn't get to the island. We'll show 'em!"
A fourth bobsled rushed past them, the girls screaming and laughing; and then a fifth flew by. "Mrs. Gleason said she would come over before supper time," Laura Polk said. Mrs. Gleason was the physical instructor at the Hall. "Let's get her on our sled!" cried Bess. "Let's!" chorused the others.
The saddle horses and teams were hitched to the stout fence that surrounded the cemetery, and Lost Chief Valley crowded about the open grave. John Spencer drove Mary down in the old bobsled but Judith and Douglas rode Swift and Buster as usual.
It is partly the fun and partly the excitement, we suspect. Laughing and shouting, they whizzed on, till, just as Dave was ready to shout to Fred Graves, the last boy, to put out his foot and Meg had a confused glimpse of the big tree they were passing where Palmer and Hester waited for them, something happened. The bobsled upset!
That is, it must not be steered too suddenly to one side, for it has a propensity to "skid" worse than an automobile. This was what happened in the case of Mr. Sneed. He turned the steering wheel suddenly, the bobsled slewed to one side, and, in another instant, had upset. "Oh, dear!" "We'll be killed!" These two expressions came respectively from Miss Pennington and Miss Dixon.
"All right?" he shouted, without turning his head. "It's fine!" shrieked Betty. "It takes my breath away, but I love it!" The bobsled seemed fairly to leap the series of gentle slopes that lay at the foot of the long hill, and for every rise Betty and Bob received a bump that would have jarred the bones of less enthusiastic sportsmen.
The next morning Silas came with his bobsled and they helped Luther into a chair and carried him in it to the sled and so to his home. John and his mother came a little after noon, and the girl watched to see how her husband would like the new man, half afraid that because she had secured him in John's absence that he would not like him, and she wished it might be possible to keep him with them.
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