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woodsmen, I say, and by the time they've grown up 

 tliere won't be much of a livin' left in the woods, 

 anyhow." 



'' l)Ut it's more than five miles over to the Ridge 

 school b}^ the road.*' 



'' Yes, but that's notliin' fine days, and when snow 

 comes I calkerlate ter put on snow-shoes and ride 'em, 

 one on each shoulder, across country ; they don't weigh 

 much compared to camp kits and Deer I've carried." 



'' Dodo, how Avould you like to go ten miles a day 

 through the woods to school ? " asked her father, for 

 Dodo sometimes grumbled at Avalking the smooth mile 

 that lay between tlie farm and schoolhouse. 



"At first, for about a week, it would be fun, and 

 then perfectly dreadful," she answered promptly. 



They left Nez' camp reluctantly, and returned to 

 where they had left the wagon and horses, who greeted 

 them with neighs of pleasure. Tom had walked so 

 many times around the tree to which he Avas tethered 

 that he was wound up tight to the trunk, while Jerry 

 had nibbled his rope loose and was having a fine time 

 rolling on the ground, though his thick coat, long mane, 

 and tail were knotted with burrs whicli would give Rod 

 a good hour's work to comb out. 



"Never mind," he neighed, as the Doctor said "Look 

 at what a pickle Jerry is in," — "I've had my fun to-day 

 as well as you." 



The sun disappeared exactly at the moment that the 

 wagon turned into the lane again, and every one waved 

 good-by to Nez, who watched them out of sight. 



" I know wliat all the extra blankets and things were 

 put in for," said Dodo, as her father made her sit on a 



