Through the same sort of forest they had seen from the car windows the
children rode. The day was a sunny, pleasant one, and it was just warm
enough to be comfortable.
"Are we going to stop at a hotel?" asked Nan, when they had ridden for
what seemed to her a long time.
"No," her father answered. "They don't have hotels off here in the
woods. We are going to stay in the lumber camp."
"And camp out?" asked Bert.
"Yes, it will be like camping out."
"Oh, that's dandy!" exclaimed the boy.
And as he said that there sounded, as if from the woods just ahead of
them, a loud shrieking sound. Flossie at once turned to her mother,
and clasped Mrs. Bobbsey by the arm. Freddie turned to his father, and
looked up at him.
"What was that?" asked Nan.
"Sounded like a wild animal," replied Bert, in a hushed voice.
"That's the sawmill!" said the driver of the lumber wagon, with a
laugh. "We're coming to your place," he added. "That's the sawmill you
heard. The saw must have struck a hard knot in a log and it let out a
screech.
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