But something had gone wrong with the carloads of trees. They had started from Cedar Camp all right, but that was the last heard of them.
“I can trace them from the North Woods end better than from down here,” Mr. Bobbsey had said, as a reason for making the trip.
The men who went into the woods to cut timber and Christmas trees had to stay in winter camps. They lived in log or slab cabins, and there were many of them scattered through the North Woods. It was in one of these cabins, which had formerly been used by a foreman and his family, that Mr. Bobbsey planned to have his wife and children stay for about a week. It would take him that long, he thought, to locate the missing Christmas trees.
And so now the Bobbsey twins were on the first part of their journey in the large, closed automobile. It was almost as comfortable as traveling in a Pullman railroad car, and it was much more fun, the children thought.
They had brought with them plenty of lunch, some extra wraps, and some blankets and bed-clothes.
“What shall we eat when we get to the North Woods?” asked Freddie, as he munched some cookies his mother passed to him and Flossie. “Shall we have any—chicken?”
“If we could ’a’ brought the one in the trolley car we could,” suggested Flossie. “Wasn’t she funny, an’ the rooster, too?”
“I wish we could ’a’ caught them,” Freddie murmured.
“Oh, I think we’ll have enough to eat without those fowls,” said their mother.
“They will if they like baked beans,” said Mr. Bobbsey. “The lumbermen have plenty of those. They bake big pans of them.”