“Sometimes the longest way is the best,” said Mr. Martin. “But I think we’re all right now.”
And they were, for in about half an hour longer they were within sight of Mount Major, as it was called, the place where Mr. Martin was to set up the store for the lumbermen.
“Oh, what a lovely place!” cried Janet, as they caught a glimpse of it from a hill just before reaching it.
“Good place to fish,” observed Ted. “I see a lake and a river.”
“I fish, too!” cried Trouble.
“Doan yo’ fall in!” warned Lucy, hugging the little fellow, who, in spite of his mischief, was her special favorite.
“Yes, there is plenty of water around here,” said Mr. Martin. “There needs to be on account of the lumber. Well,” he went on, “I don’t see any of the men here yet. I guess I’m in plenty of time. I was afraid I’d be late. Now we’ll unpack and get something to eat. I suppose you’re hungry, aren’t you, Curlytops?” he asked, with a laugh.
“Terrible!” announced Ted. “Can we cook dinner over a campfire?”
“Maybe, some time,” his father said. “But I think there’s an oil stove in the bungalow and that will be better when we’re in a hurry.”
“Where’s buffalo?” asked Trouble, looking around. “I don’t see any buffalo. Has him got a hump on his back?”