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Updated: June 29, 2025
But there was only one of me to do all this to fill each bag in the bunkers and to bring it to the engine-room, to make it fast there to the tackle, to come on deck and haul it up and set it overboard, to go down the side and set it in place, and then back to the bunkers again for the next round and so I spent a week in doing what three men could have done in a day.
They are gone from my office, and I came to see if they were on my desk in the house. Hello, children!" he called to the six little Bunkers. But even Mun Bun seemed to know that something was wrong. Daddy Bunker's voice was not at all jolly. His loss was worrying him, his wife well knew.
The boats were cast adrift, as the crews were too exhausted to hoist them in, and the Flamingo's nose was turned toward Liverpool. Pratt, the chief engineer, figured out to half a ton what coal he had remaining, and set the pace so as to run in with empty bunkers.
The other little Bunkers wondered what had happened. At the other end of the car a woman rushed frantically along, holding out a doll. "Look! Look!" she cried. "Somebody took my dear baby and left this doll! Oh, conductor, stop the train!" Daddy Bunker seemed to be the first to understand what had happened. He hurried to Rose, and tenderly lifted up the little baby, which was now crying hard.
Well supplied with nice relatives, were the six little Bunkers, and thus they had many places to visit. But I'll tell you about that part later on. Just now we must see what happened after the steamboat broke to pieces because Laddie jiggled himself inside the barrel, when Russ was sitting on the outside of it. "Are you sure none of you is hurt?
"Well, it's like fishing, only it isn't quite so hard for little folk," said Cousin Tom. "Come along, if you're through playing, and I'll show you how to go crabbing." "Are Daddy and Mother going?" asked Rose. "Yes, we'll all go. Come along." The six little Bunkers followed Cousin Tom up the beach to the inlet. There, tied to a pier not far from Cousin Tom's bungalow, was a large boat.
"No, we didn't get that fire out, and among the stokers there was talk that we'd have to empty the big coal bunkers after we'd put our passengers off in New York, and then call on the fire-boats there to help us put out the fire. "The stokers were alarmed over it, but the officers told us to keep our mouths shut they didn't want to alarm the passengers."
And, really, Munroe Ford Bunker did look a little like a bun one of the light, golden brown kind, with sugar on top. For Mun, as we shall call him, was small, and had blue eyes and golden hair. "Come on, Mun Bun!" called Russ, who was the oldest of the family of six little Bunkers, and the leader in all the fun and games. "Come on, everybody! All aboard the steamboat!" "Oh, wait a minute!
Grandpa Ford wanted to carry Violet from the depot out to the waiting sled, but she said she was big enough to walk. The sled stood near the depot platform, and the lights from the station shone on it, so it was easy to tuck the children in. Down in the warm straw, and under the warm blankets, the six little Bunkers were placed, until no cold wind nor snow could get at them.
The six little Bunkers watched until the fisherman was out of sight around the next point, and then they started to play again. "I thought sure he was the one that daddy wanted," said Russ, a little sadly. "So did I," added Laddie. He, too, was disappointed. "Maybe I could make up a riddle about a red-haired man," he added more cheerfully. "Maybe you could," agreed Russ.
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