"Is this Lumberville?" asked Bert, who had noticed that the trees were
not quite so thick now.
"Lumberville--Lumber-ville!" called the porter, smiling back at the
Bobbsey twins as he stood near their pile of baggage. "All out for
Lumberville."
"That's us!" cried Bert, with a laugh.
Slowly the train came to a stop. Bert and Nan, standing near the
window from which they had been looking all the morning, saw a small,
rough building flash into view. Near it were flatcars piled high with
lumber and logs. But there was no sign of a city or a town.
"Come on!" called Daddy Bobbsey to his family.
The porter carried out their baggage, and the children jumped down the
car steps. They found themselves on the platform of a small station--a
station that looked more like a shanty in the woods than a place for
railroad trains to stop.
"Good-bye! An' good luck to yo' all!" called the smiling porter, as he
climbed up the car steps, carrying the rubber-covered stool he had put
down for the passengers to alight on.
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