The Bobbsey Twins at the Seashore by Laura Lee Hope
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calling and looking around, went back to the house without finding the
"boy boys." "We can cross the lake in my boat," said Hal, as they left their hiding-places. "Then, we will be right in the woods. I'll tie the boat on the other side until we come back; no one will touch it." "Is there no bridge?" Harry asked. "Not nearer than the crossings, away down near the ocean beach," said Bert. "But the boat will be all right. There are no thieves around here." It was but a few minutes' work to paddle across the lake and tie up the canoe on the opposite shore. Hal and Bert started off, feeling they would find something interesting, under Harry's leadership. It was quite late in the afternoon, and the thick pines and ferns made the day almost like night, as the boys tramped along. "Fine big birds around here," remarked Harry, as the feathered creatures of the ocean darted through the trees, making their way to the lake's edge. "Yes, we're planning for a Thanksgiving shoot," Hal told him. "We hope, if we make it up, you can come down." "I'd like to first-rate," said Harry. "Hello!" he suddenly exclaimed, "I thought I kicked over a stone hatchet head." |
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