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The Strange Cabin on Catamount Island by Lawrence J. Leslie
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boat. Perhaps they've gone up river to get one, and cross to the island.
They might try it to-day; and then again perhaps they'd wait for another
night, for fear of frightening him away, and losing him somehow if he
jumped into the river."

"What a peck of trouble we've sure struck since we took on that dare,"
Owen remarked, just then.

"Yes," added Bandy-legs, with a sad look, "and the end ain't come along
yet, by a big sight."

Of course they had plenty of other things to supply the lack of ham for
breakfast. Max even went to the trouble of making some flapjacks, just
to take away the bitter disappointment Bandy-legs seemed to feel over
the disappearance of the joint. And all of them united in declaring that
they did not care how soon he had the same notion again, the cakes were
so fine.

The day was very warm, and having been reminded that the Big Sunflower
River was capable of assuming the dimensions of a flood upon certain
occasions, nervous Bandy-legs turned one eye upward from time to time,
as though trying to figure out whether they might expect a cloudburst of
some sort, should a storm drop in upon them.

Steve joked him more than a little about his new fears.

"Got your tree all picked out, have you, Bandy-legs?" he would remark in
his bantering way. "Be sure and tie your canoe to the lower limb, so
it'll stay by you. And feel a little pity, won't you, please, for the
other poor fellers who go ridin' down the raging flood, hangin' on to
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