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Updated: May 10, 2025
With a sudden rush, the bobsled started. Dot clutched Meg frantically, and even Twaddles was startled. They had no idea it would seem so "different." The wind almost took their breath away, but they still had enough to scream with. You've noticed, haven't you, how every one on a bobsled just naturally screams when it is flying down a steep hill?
Almost at the same instant she looked up and saw a bobsled coming into the side lane. "Aunt Susan's very self!" she cried, pushing away the little garment on which she was sewing, and running to the door.
Twice in the last hour the Bishop and Arsene had been tossed off the single bobsled out into the drifts. It was back-breaking work, sitting all day long on the swaying bumper, with no back rest, feet braced stiffly against the draw bar in front to keep the dizzy balance. But it was the only way that this trip could be made.
Following this, a crash and a turmoil of cries, expressing both anger and fright, rang out upon the lower hillside. Nan Sherwood had steered this big bobsled down Pendragon Hill many times. She had no fear of an accident when they started, although the rush of wind past them seemed to stop her breath and made her eyes water. There really was not a dangerous spot on the whole slide.
The girls of Lakeview Hall were tasting all the joys of winter sports. Between the foot of the hill, on the brow of which the professor stood, and the Isle of Hope, the strait was likewise solidly frozen. The bobsled course was down the hill and across the icy track to the shore of the island.
They swung the great iron kettle over the pile of kindling and corncobs laid ready for lighting, and then carried water to fill it. As the last bucket was emptied into the kettle, Luther turned and swung his cap at John Hunter and Jake, who were passing in the bobsled. "Hunters," he explained. "Have you met them yet?" "No," replied Noland. "Who are they? He drives a good team."
And when he painted the runners yellow with a little blue edge running around them, and the seat bright red, with a white star on it, they decided it was the finest bobsled in the world. And, oh yes, he had to paint the word "Scud" in blue letters, right near the star. Yes sir, there was no doubt about it, it was the finest bobsled in the world the whole world, we mean.
About the only Homeburg resident who doesn't ride is old Auntie Morley, who broke her leg in a bobsled sixty years ago and has had a holy horror of speed ever since. In fact the only classes we have are the privileged class who merely ride in automobiles and the oppressed class who ride and have to pay for them, too.
And, for goodness' sake, keep a tight grip on Twaddles. If he falls off we can't stop to pick him up. All set?" This was to be the last trip of the bobsled before supper, and Dave packed on his passengers with extra care, desirous that they should each one have a final perfect trip. He was to steer, and took his place after the others were on.
They came near running into us the other day." "But the professor called 'em down for it," said the fourth girl dragging the bobsled, who was a big, good-natured looking girl with a mouthful of big white teeth and a rather vacuous expression of countenance when she was not speaking. "He ought to send Linda Riggs and her friends down first," Nan Sherwood suggested.
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