Troop One of the Labrador by Dillon Wallace
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page 48 of 209 (22%)
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sleeping like bears and it's broad daylight. Hurry, lads, or the
sun'll be well up before we get away." The boys sprang up and were soon dressed. The fire had burned low, indicating that Indian Jake had been gone for a considerable time. A fat goose was hanging from the limb of a tree. Fastened to it was a piece of birch bark, and scribbled upon the birch bark with a piece of charcoal from the fire, these words: "cerprize fur the lads bekos they likes Goos." Another surprise awaited them. When they lifted the lid of the large cooking kettle they found it nearly full of boiled goose. "That's the way o' Indian Jake!" Andy exclaimed. "He's always plannin' fine surprises for folks." "It's surely a fine surprise," said Doctor Joe. "Breakfast all ready but the tea, and a goose for to-night." Every one hurried, but the sun was well up when they put out the fire and hoisted sail. There was little wind, however, and the light breeze soon dropped to a dead calm. Doctor Joe unshipped the rudder and began sculling, while the boys laboured at the long oars. At length the tide began running in, and progress was so slow that it was decided to go ashore and await a turn of the tide or a breeze. "Lem Horn lives just back o' that island," said David, indicating a small wooded island. "We might stop and bide there till a breeze comes, and see un." |
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