The boys had arranged with a
farmer, who lived about two miles from camp, to provide them with things
to eat. Taking a big basket Frank was soon on the way.
"Wa'al, ain't you boys give up livin' in th' woods?" greeted Mr.
Armstrong, when Frank had given his order for the camp supplies.
"No, we're still there. Bears haven't eaten us yet."
"That's strange, 'cause I seen a big flock of 'em headin' that way only
th' other day. I says to my wife, says I, 'them b'ars is goin' to eat
them boys, sure!'" and he laughed at his joke.
"Guess they got frightened," suggested Frank.
"Wa'al, now, mebby they did. How long you goin't' stay?"
"We haven't set any special time. All summer maybe. Until we get
tired, anyhow."
"One night would tire me," commented Mr. Armstrong. "I like a roof over
my head, I do. Now you wait a minute an' I'll git th' eggs an' other
things. I keep 'em down cellar where it's cool. There's a paper ye might
like t' look at. It's printed in the village, an' it gives all th' news
from tellin' of how Deacon Jones's cow ate green apples an' died, t'
relatin' th' momentous fact that Silas Landseer has painted his barn red.
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