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He saw an opening through the thick growth of pine trees running far into the depths of the forest. In the opposite direction, where the men were working, the forest remained intact. "Guess that's the road Daddum said they were breaking out," he commented, to the other children.
"The river down which the logs float in the spring," said Mr. Starr. "Do you own the river?" asked Dot, wondering how much of the earth her father possessed. "We own the right to use it for our logging business," replied Mr. Starr, and smiled at his little girl's disappointed look. "Why do they cut roads, Daddum? Aren't there any ready made that you can use?" asked Dot. "Not in the forests, Dot.
"O-oh! isn't it grand!" sighed Dot, standing with clasped hands. The others came out of their cabins and hurried over to the tree. "Santa's come again and lit de lights!" cried Babs, ecstatically. "Did he, Daddum?" asked Don, doubting that Santa did the lighting. "I didn't do it, and I don't believe anyone of the men did it did you?" asked Mr. Starr, turning to the group of smiling men.
"We'll ask Daddum next time we see him," said Meredith, as Paul and he continued on their way. "Dot, we'll just go over and take a look at those balsam beds. If we like them better, we will ask Mumzie to have ours changed. If ours is best, we won't say anything," whispered astute Don.
"Dean and I finally arrived at the lumber camp where the men had decided to send out a scout to trail Dean, who they feared was lost, or injured somewhere on the way. So, they were greatly relieved to see us ride along the river-road that led into the camp which consisted of a small group of huts." "Daddum, that story wasn't as good as most of yours are," criticised Don.
Starr. "Dot, please don't interrupt Daddum with silly questions again," said Lavinia to her little sister. "When I got off the train at Grand Forks, on that trip, I expected to meet an old friend at the station, but he was not there. I stopped at the best hotel in the town, which would have been about sixth-rate anywhere else, and the next morning my friend Dean came in.
"Well, you see, Daddum, Dot and I know all about engines, so we thought we would help the men clean away these little trees," Don started to explain. "Yes, and try to see just how much fun and daring you could get out of it!" remarked his father. When the whole story was told, Don's father reprimanded him severely, and Don promised never to be so venturesome again.
Starr, shifting the baby's sleepy head from her shoulder to her knees. "We'd never have come if Daddum knew we had to travel that way!" exclaimed Don. "No, but Daddum had to travel that way, and on horseback, years ago, before this track was laid," replied Mrs. Starr. "Did you, Daddum? Oh, do tell us about it!" cried the restless children, as they crowded into the seat beside their father.
Latimer, pleasing the men by the suggested praise of their work. "What's a skidder, Daddum?" asked Dot. "Why do you call it a she?" added Don. While many who heard Don's question, laughed, Mr. Starr tried to explain to the twins what a skidder was and what use it was. "Then the engineer has to drive her, eh?" asked Don, eagerly looking over at Jim.
"Where are all of the other men, Daddum?" asked Lavinia, seeing that only half of the men were present. "They have been cutting out rough roads from our timber to the river, and have taken their dinner in pails, as it is too far for them to come to camp and then return afterward," said Mr. Starr. "What river, Daddum?" asked Don, quickly.
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