"I guess he thinks I'll get lost," said Freddie, when the little
"fireman" heard this order given to the driver.
"Do you often get lost?" asked Harvey Hallock.
"Oh, lots of times!" exclaimed Freddie. "I can get lost as easy as
anything! But I always get found again!"
"Well, that's good!" laughed the driver.
He took the children to the sawmill, and, at a safe distance from the
big saw, they watched to see how logs were turned into boards, planks,
and beams.
They saw the rumbling wagons drive up, loaded with logs that were
fastened on with chains so they would not roll off. The men, with big
hooks fastened on handles of wood; turned the logs over, and slid them
this way and that until they could be shoved up to the saw.
The logs were put on what was called a "carriage," to be sawed. This
carriage moved slowly along on a little track, and the Bobbsey twins
were allowed to ride on the end of the log farthest from the saw. When
the end came too close to the big, whirring teeth that ripped through
the hard knots with such a screeching sound, Bert and Nan and Flossie
and Freddie were lifted off by the driver.
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