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Bobbsey Twins in the Country
Twins in the Country
"Tom Mason is going to bring his colt out this afternoon," said
Bert, "and we can all take turns trying him."
"Oh, is it that pretty little brown horse I saw in the field back of
home?" asked Bert.
"That's him," Harry replied. "Isn't he a beauty!"
"Yes, I would like first-rate to ride him, but young horses are awful
skittish, aren't they?"
"Sometimes, but this one is partly broken. At any rate, we wouldn't
far to fall, for he is a little fellow," said Harry.
So the boys went down to Tom's home at the appointed time, and there they
met Jack Hopkins.
"We've made a track around the fields," Tom told his companions,
will train him to run around the ring, for father thinks he may be a race-
horse some day, he's so swift."
"You may go first," the boys told him, "as he's your horse."
"All right!" Tom replied, making for the stake where Sable, the
tied. Sable marched along quietly enough and made no objections to Tom
getting on his back. There was no saddle, but just the bit in the horse's
mouth and attached to it a short piece of rein.
"Get app, Sable!" called Tom, snapping a small whip at the pony's
But instead of going forward the little horse tried to sit down!
"Whoa! whoa!" called the boys, but Tom clung to Sable's neck and
held on in
spite of the pony's back being like a toboggan slide.
"Get off there, get off there!" urged Tom, yet the funny little
backed down more.
"Light a match and set it under his nose," Harry suggested. "That's
to make a balky horse go!"
Someone had a match, which was lighted and put where Sable could sniff the
"Look out! Hold on, Tom!" yelled the boys all at once, for at
Sable bolted off like a deer.
"He's running away!" called Bert, which was plain to be seen,
for Tom could
neither turn him this way or that, but had all he could do to hold on the
frightened animal's neck.
"If he throws him Tom will surely be hurt!" Harry exclaimed, and
ran as fast as they could across the field after the runaway.
"Whoa! whoa ! whoa!" called everybody after the horse, but that
made not the
slightest difference to Sable, who just went as if the woods were afire.
Suddenly he turned and dashed straight up a big hill and over into a
"Oh, mercy!" cried Harry, "those people are so mean about
they'll have Tom arrested if there's any corn broken."
Of course it was impossible for a runaway horse to go through a field of
corn and do no damage, and Tom realized this too. By this time the dogs
were out barking furiously, and altogether there was wild excitement. At
one and of the field there was a high board fence.
"If I could only get him there he would have to stop," thought
suddenly he gave Sable a jerk in that direction.
"Drop off, Tom, drop off!" yelled the boys. "He'll throw
you against the
But at that minute the little horse threw himself against the boards in
a way that Tom slid off, yet held tightly to the reins.
The horse fell, quite exhausted.
As quickly as they could get there the boys came up to help Tom.
"Hurry!" said Harry, "there is scarcely any corn broken,
and we can get away
before the Trimbles see us. They're away back in the fields planting late
Tom felt hardly able to walk, but he limped along while Harry led Sable
carefully between the cornhills. It was only a few feet to the edge of the
field, and then they were all safe on the road again.
"Are you hurt?" the boys asked Tom, when finally they had a chance
about the runaway.
"I feel as if I had dropped from a balloon onto a lot of cobblestones,"
answered, "but I guess that's only the shaking up I got. That pony
certainly can go."
"Yes indeed," Harry admitted; "I guess he doesn't like the
smell of sulphur
matches. Lucky he was not injured with that fall against the fence."
"I found I had to throw him," Tom said, "and I thought the
fence was softer
than a tree."
"I suppose we ought to make him run until he is played out," said
"That's the way to cure a horse of running away."
But none of the boys felt like risking their bones even to cure Sable, so
the panting animal was led to the stable and for the rest of the day allowed
to think over his bad conduct.
But that was not the last of the runaway, for in the evening just after
supper old Mr. Trimble paid a visit to Tom's father.
"I came over to tell you what a scallywag of a boy you've got,"
cross old man. "He and a lot of young loafers took a horse and drove
all through my cornfield to-day, and now you've got to pay the damages."
"My son is not a scallywag," Mr. Mason declared, "and if
you call him names
like loafer and scallywag I'll make you pay damages."
"Oh! you will, eh?" the other sneered. "Think I'm afraid
of an old constable
up here, do you?"
"Well now, see here," Mr. Mason said, "Be reasonable and
do not quarrel over
an accident. If any corn is knocked down I'll get Tom to fix it up, if it's
broken down we will see what it would cost to replace it. But the boys did
not do it purposely, and it was worse for Tom than anyone else, for he's
black and blue from the hard knocks he got."
At this the cross man quieted down and said, Well, he would see about it.
Mr. Trimble was one of those queer people who believe all a boy is good
is doing mischief and all a boy deserves is scolding or beating. Perhaps
this was because he had no sons of his own and therefore had no regard for
the sons of other people.
Mr. Mason went directly to the cornfield with his neighbor. He looked
carefully over every hill, and with a spade and hoe he was able to put back
into place the few stalks that had been knocked down in Sable's flight.
"There now," said Mr. Mason, "I guess that corn is as good
as ever. If it
wants any more hoeing Tom will come around in the morning and do it. He
too stiff to move to-night."
So that ended the runaway, except for a very lame boy, Tom Mason, who had
limp around for a day or two from stiffness.
"How would you like to be a jockey!" laughed his companions. "You
like a champion, but you were not in training for the banging you got."
"Well, I guess Sable will make a fine racehorse," said Tom, "when
broken. But it will take someone stronger than I am to break him in."
The next afternoon all the boys went fishing. They had been out quite late
the night before to find the "night walkers" for bait, as those
only come out of the ground after dark. Bert had a new line his father
brought from Lakeport, and the others boys had nets and hooks, as most
country boys who live near streams are always fond of fishing.
"Let's go over to the cove," Harry said when they all started
lots of good fish in that dark corner."
So the cove was chosen as a good spot to fish from, and soon the Bobbsey
boys and their friends were Iying around the edge of the deep clear stream,
waiting for a bite.
Bert was the first to jerk his line, and he brought it up with such force
that the chubfish on his hook slapped Harry right in the face!
"Look out!" called Harry, trying to dodge the flapping fish. "Put
catch down. He's a good one, but I don't care about having him kiss me that
All the boys laughed at Bert, who was a green fisherman they said. The fish
was really a very nice plump chub and weighed more than a pound. He
floundered around in the basket and flapped his tail wildly trying to get
away from them.
"I've got one," called Tom next, at the same moment pulling his
bringing up a pretty little sunfish. Now "sunnies" are not considered
eating, so Tom's catch did not come up to Bert's, but it was put in the
basket just the same.
"I'm going out on the springboard," August Stout announced, stepping
cautiously out on the board from which good swimmers dived.
"You know you can't swim, August," said Harry, "and if you
get a catch and
jerk it you'll tumble in."
"Oh! I'll be all right," August answered, lying down flat on the
springboard and dropping his line.
For a time all the boys lay watching for a bite. No one spoke, for
sometimes they say fish are very sensitive to sound and go in another
direction if they hear a voice.
It was a beautiful July day, and perhaps the boys were a little lazy. At
any rate, they all became so quiet the little woodpeckers on the trees went
on with their work pecking at the tree bark as if no human being was in
Suddenly there was a big splash!
"August!" yelled all the boys at once, for indeed Angust was gone
"Quick!" called Harry to his companions. "He can't swim!"
The next minute the boy in the water came to the top and threw up his arm.
But no one was near enough to reach it.
"Strike out, August!" yelled Bert. "We're coming," and
one boy after the
other dropped in the water now, having thrown off their heavy clothing.
"Oh, where is he?" screamed Bert in terror, for no movement on
surface showed them where August was.
"Here!" cried Tom Mason, who was quite a distance out. "Here
he is! Help!
No need to urge the boys to hasten, for all realized the danger their
companion was in.
"Don't pull down, August," went on Tom. "Try to help yourself,
pull me under." Harry had around his neck a strong piece of rope he
up as he made a dive into the water.
"Take hold of this," he called to August, "and we can all
As the rope was put in August's hand the other boys all took hold and soon
towed the unfortunate boy in.
"He's very weak," said Harry when they pulled August up on the
guess he has swallowed a lot of water. We better roll him on the grass and
work his arms up and down. That will revive him."
August was indeed very weak, and had had a narrow escape. For some time
companions worked over him before he opened his eyes and spoke.
"Oh!" he murmured at last, "I'm so sick!"
"I guess you are, August," said Tom, "but you'll be all right
lifted him carefully under a shady tree and removed his wet clothing.
"I'll run over to Smith's and get him something to wear home,"
who hurried across lots and presently returned with an old suit of clothes.
August was able to dress himself now, and as soon as he felt strong enough
the boys helped him home.
"You can have my fish, August," said Bert nobly.
"And mine too," Tom added. August did not want to accept the boys'
at first, but at last they prevailed upon him to do so.
"I think I fell asleep," said he, referring to the accident.
"Guess we all did!" added Harry, "for we only woke up when
we heard the
It seems the number of accidents country boys have only make them truer
friends, for all the things that happened in Meadow Brook made each boy
think more of his companions both in being grateful for the help given and
being glad no dear friend's life was lost.
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