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Updated: May 26, 2025
Everyone was well wrapped up, and Flossie and Freddie were almost lost in big rugs that had been tucked around them, for their mother did not want them to get cold. Piles of rugs and blankets had been put on the ice-boat so those aboard would be comfortable. "Well, let's start!" called Mr. Bobbsey finally. "We'll see who will get there first, Bert, or us." "All right a race then!" cried Nan.
Flossie and Freddie, anxious to win the skating race, were bending over with heads down, as all skaters do who wish to go fast and keep the wind from blowing on them too hard. So they did not see the ice-boat coming toward them, for the craft, blown by the wind, made hardly any noise, and what little it did make was taken up by the clicking of the skates of the smaller twins. "Oh, Bert!
Sam Holt was secretly somewhat disquieted, and watched narrowly for the cedars which denoted the Wynns' land. He would have abandoned the ice-boat but for unwillingness to risk the fruit of their day's journey.
I'm all alone, I guess," and the woodchopper's face was sad. "Never mind! We'll come to see you," said Flossie, with a smile. "But now maybe we'd better start home, Freddie. Papa and Mamma may be worried about us." "I'll take you home, if you've had enough to eat," said Uncle Jack. "Oh, we've had plenty, thank you," said Freddie. "But it's a long way to go home. If I could sail the ice-boat back "
It was completely furnished, all that was needed being food. "So if you young folks want to skate or ice-boat up the lake I see no objection," said Mr. Bobbsey. "The rest of us will go in a big sled." "Couldn't I go in the ice-boat?" asked Freddie. "I'm getting big. I'm almost in the first reader book."
Are you hurt, Flossie?" "Nope. Are you?" "Nope. I hope the ice-boat isn't broken. Bert wouldn't like that. Let's go and look." As the children floundered out of the snow, which had been left from a storm that had swept over the country before the lake had frozen, they heard a voice calling to them.
The cedar boughs in the swamp at the edge drooped lower than ever under their burden of snow; the stems looked inky black, from contrast. The ice-boat pushed on beautifully, with hardly any exertion, over the greyish glistening surface of the lake. 'I fancy there's a bit of breeze getting up against us, said Mr. Holt, in a momentary pause from their rapid progression.
He thought he had been cold before; but as he clung there now in the bitter water, and watched B.J. trying to bring the obstinate boat about and come alongside, he thought that the passengers on the ice-boat were warm as in any Turkish bath.
Bobbsey, Bert and Nan picked themselves up from where they had fallen and slid along the ice, the ice-boat, with Flossie and Freddie snugly tucked in among the blankets and robes, was skimming down the lake, blown by a strong wind. At first the two small twins hardly knew what had happened.
"And it doesn't go in the water. Where do the people sit?" "An ice-boat is like this," said Bert, and with the sharp heel end of his skate he drew a picture on the ice. "You take two long pieces of wood, and fasten them together like a cross almost the same as when you start to make a kite," he went on. "On each end of the short cross there are double runners, like skates, only bigger.
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