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Ruth Fielding at Snow Camp - Or, Lost in the Backwoods by pseud. Alice B. Emerson
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suffocating, unpleasant odor in the place. It was light, yet
penetrating enough to be distinguished clearly. In one of the darker
corners was what appeared to be a big green chest, and it had a
glazed window frame for a cover. Something rustled there.

The dogs followed her in and she sat down in an old-fashioned, bent
hickory chair on the hearth--perhaps the hermit himself had just
risen from it, for there was a sheepskin lying before it for a mat
and a pair of huge carpet slippers on either side of the sheepskin.
The dogs came in and sat down by the slippers, just where Ruth could
rest a hand on either head, and so blinked at the flames while they
waited for the return of the hermit and the runaway boy.

So she sat when they came into the cabin, stamping the snow from
their shoes. The hermit led Fred by the arm. He had not overlooked
the care with which Ruth had retained him by her side.

"So you want to go over to Mr. Parrish's Snow Camp?" asked the old
man.

"It belongs to Mr. Cameron, now." said Ruth. "I know that there is a
telephone there, and I can get word to Mr. Cameron and Helen and Tom
at Scarboro that we are safe."

"I'm not going," said Fred "I'll stay here."

"You'll go along with Young Miss," said the hermit, firmly. "I'll
git ye a pannikin of tea and a bite. Then we'll start. We'll go
'cross the woods on snowshoes--'twill be easier."

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