“Where? I do not know where to go.”
“Do you hear the popping of guns in the wood? Some of the hunters are coming back. Go and call them.”
“Where? I do not know which way.”
“In the direction of the guns, my dear. In that quarter, near the large hickory. I think you will find them there.”
Temmy did not know a hickory by sight; but he could see which way Dr. Sneyd’s finger pointed; and he soon succeeded in finding the party, and bringing them to the spot.
“Arthur, I am very sorry,” said the doctor, on seeing his son come running to view the disaster. “Mortal accidents, my dear son! We must make up our minds to them.”
“Yes, father, when they are purely accidents: but this is carelessness,—most provoking carelessness.”
“Indeed, the men did make trial of what they were about,” said the doctor.
“The great tree came down so very fast!” added Temmy.
“Yes, yes. I am not blaming Isaac. It was my carelessness in not throwing a bridge over the Creek long ago. Never mind that now! Let us save what we can.”