"The longer we stay the better I like it!" said Nan to Bert. "There
are so many birds here, and squirrels and chipmunks. And the squirrels
are so tame that they come right up to me."
"Yes, they are nice," said Bert. "But I want to get out West on the
ranch, and see the cowboys and the Indians."
"I want to be an Indian, too!" exclaimed Freddie, who did not quite
catch what Bert said.
"What else do you want to be?" laughed the older brother. "First
you're going to be a fireman, and now you want to be an Indian!"
"Couldn't I be both?" Freddie wanted to know.
"Hardly," said Nan, with a laugh. "You'd better just stay what you
are--Freddie Bobbsey!"
Day after day the twins were taken around the woods by the driver or
some of the lumbermen who were not busy. They saw big trees cut down,
but were careful not to get in the way of the great, swaying trunks.
They played in the piles of sawdust, jumping off powdery wood.
"This is as nice as Blueberry Island!" cried Nan one day, when they
were all playing on the sawdust heap.
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