“Good-bye!” the four boys echoed.
CHAPTER IV
THE FIRST TURKEY
“I must say you boys has got grit,” remarked Jim, as the wagon lurched along, pitching like a ship in a storm because of the rough road.
“Why?” asked Bart.
“Leavin’ your comfortable homes an’ comin’ out to a wilderness in winter. Land! I’d no more think of doin’ it than I would of flyin’.”
“Didn’t you do such things when you were young?” asked Fenn.
“Never had no time,” the expressman said. “When I got a few days off I had t’ go t’ th’ woods an’ chop cord-wood or tap trees for maple syrup.”