The Curlytops on Star Island; Or, Camping out with Grandpa

by Howard Roger Garis

  CHAPTER VI

  TED AND THE BEAR

  Baby William looked a little bit frightened and ashamed as his motherspoke to him in that way. He loved his grandfather, and of course hewould not have done anything to make him feel bad if he had thought. ButTrouble was a very little fellow, though his father often said he couldget into as many kinds of mischief as could the larger Curlytops.

  "Oh dear! This is too bad!" went on Mrs. Martin. "Why did you do it,Trouble? What made you empty the bag of salt into the lake?"

  "Want to make ocean wif salt water," was the answer.

  "I suppose it's my fault, for telling him so much about the big sea andits salt water," said Trouble's mother. "He liked to hear me talk aboutthe ocean, and I guess he must have been thinking about it more than Ihad any idea of.

  "He must have tasted the water of the lake, and found it wasn't salty,and then he thought that, to make an ocean and big waves out of a lake,all he had to do was to put in the salt. I'm sorry, Father."

  "Oh, that's all right," laughed Grandpa Martin. "I guess I can get alongwithout any more salt."

  "Trouble sorry, too," said the little fellow, when he understood that hehad done something wrong. "Me get salt water for you," and he startedtoward the place where he had emptied the bag into the water, carrying aspoon from the table.

  "No, Trouble! Come back!" ordered his mother. "I guess he wants to dipup some salt water for you," she said laughingly to the children'sgrandfather, "but he'd be more likely to fall in himself."

  She caught Trouble up in her arms and kissed him, and then Nora managedto find a little salt in the bottom of the shaker, so Grandpa Martin hadsome on his potatoes after all. But Trouble was told he must never againdo anything like that.

  He promised, of course, but Jan said:

  "He'll do something else, just as bad."

  "I guess he will," laughed Teddy.

  Supper over, Mr. Martin took his two men over to the mainland. On hisreturn they all gathered about a little campfire grandpa made in frontof the sleeping tent. The cot beds had been set up, and a mosquitonetting was hung at the "front door" of the white canvas house, thoughreally there was no door, just two flaps of the tent that could be tiedtogether. But the netting kept out the bugs. Fortunately there were nomosquitoes, though all sorts of moths, snapping bugs and other flyingthings came around whenever a lantern was lighted.

  "Tell us a story, Grandpa!" begged Janet, when they had finished talkingabout the many things that had happened during the first day in camp.

  "Tell us about the shooting star that fell on this island," beggedTeddy.

  "Tell us about de twamps!" exclaimed Trouble, who ought to have beenasleep, but who had begged to stay up a little longer than usual.

  "I don't know anything about the tramps," laughed grandpa, "and I don'tbelieve there are any on the island, though it is a large one, and itwill take two or three days for us to walk all about it.

  "As for the shooting star, which Teddy thinks about so much, I reallydidn't see it fall, and all I know is what the old men in the villagehave told me. It was many years ago."

  "And did you ever see the blue light?" asked Ted, thinking of what heand his sister had seen the night they were coming home from the littlevisit to Hal Chester.

  "No, I never did; though I'd like to, so I might know what it was."

  "Children, how is grandpa ever going to tell you a story if you keepasking him so many questions?" laughed Mrs. Martin.

  "All right--now we'll listen," promised Teddy, and Grandpa Martin told atale of when he was a little boy, and lived further to the north and onthe edge of a big wood where there were bears and other wild animals.His father was a good hunter, Grandpa Martin said, and often used tokill bears and wolves, for the country was wild, with never so much asone automobile in it.

  Grandpa finished his story of the olden days by telling of once when hewas a small boy, coming home through the woods toward dark one eveningand being chased by a bear. But he crawled into a hollow log where thebear could not get him, and later his father and some other hunterscame, shot the bear and got the little boy safely out.

  "Whew!" whistled Teddy, when this was finished. "I'd like to have beenthere!"

  "In the log, hiding away from the bear?" asked his mother.

  "No, I--I guess not that," Ted answered. "I'd just like to have seen itup in a tree, where the bear couldn't get me."

  "Bears can climb trees," remarked Janet.

  "Well, I'd go up in a little tree too small for a bear," her brotheranswered.

  "I guess you'd all better go to your little beds!" laughed MotherMartin. "It's long past your sleepy time."

  And the Curlytops and Trouble were soon sound asleep.

  It must have been about the middle of the night--anyhow it was quitelate--when Teddy, who was sleeping in his cot next to one of the sidewalls of the tent, was suddenly awakened by a noise outside, andsomething seemed to be trying to get through.

  "Oh! Oh!" cried Teddy, quickly sitting up in bed, and wide awake all atonce. "Oh, Mother! Something's after me! It's a bear! It's a bear!"

  "Hush!" quickly exclaimed Mrs. Martin. "You'll waken William, andfrighten him!"

  "But Mother! I'm sure it's a bear! He growled!"

  "What is it?" asked Jan, from her cot on the other side of the tent.

  "It's a bear!" cried Ted again.

  There did seem to be something going on outside the tent near Ted'sside. There was a crackling in the bushes, and once something camepushing hard against the side of the white canvas house with forceenough to make a bulge in it. Teddy jumped up from his cot and ran overto his mother, who was sitting up on her bed.

  "Oh, Mother! It's coming in!" cried Teddy.

  "Nonsense!" and Mrs. Martin laughed as she put her arms around her smallson.

  "What is it?" asked Grandpa Martin from the curtained-off part of thetent where he slept.

  "It's a bear!" cried Janet.

  Just then, from outside came a loud:

  "Baa-a-a-a-a!"

  Teddy looked very much surprised. Then he smiled. Then he laughed andcried:

  "Why, it's our goat Nicknack!"

  "I guess that's what it is," added Grandpa Martin. "But he seems to bein trouble. I'll go outside and look."

  Taking a lantern with him, while Mrs. Martin and the children waited abit anxiously, Grandpa Martin went to see what had happened. TheCurlytops heard him laughing as they saw the flicker of his lightthrough the white tent. Then they heard Nicknack bleating again. Thegoat seemed, to those inside, to be kicking about with his little blackhoofs.

  "Whoa there, Nicknack!" called Grandpa Martin. "I'll soon get youloose!"

  There was more noise, more tramping in the bushes and then, after awhile, Grandpa Martin came back.

  "What was it?" asked Ted and Jan in whispers, for their mother hadbegged them not to awaken Trouble, who was still sleeping peacefully.

  "It was your goat," was the answer. "He had got loose, and his hornswere caught between two trees where he had tried to jump. He was heldfast by his horns and he was kicking his heels up in the air, trying toget loose."

  "Did you get him out?" asked Jan.

  "Yes, I pried the trees apart and got his head loose. Then he was allright. I tied him good and tight in his stable, and I guess he won'tbother us again to-night."

  "Then it wasn't a bear after all," remarked Jan, laughing at herbrother.

  "No, indeed! There aren't any bears on this island," said hergrandfather. "Go to sleep."

  Nothing else happened the rest of the night, and they all slept ratherlate the next morning, for they were tired from the work of the daybefore. The sun was shining over Clover Lake when Nora rang thebreakfast bell, and Ted and Jan hurried with their dressing, for theywere eager to be at their play.

  "What'll we do to-day?" asked Janet, as she tried to get a comb throughher thick, curly hair.

  "We'll go for a ride with Nicknack," decided Ted, who was also having ahard time
with his locks. "Oh, I wish I was a barber!" he cried, as thecomb stuck in a bunch of curls.

  "Why?" asked his mother, who was giving Trouble his breakfast.

  "'Cause then I'd cut my own hair short, and I'd never have to comb it."

  "Oh, I wouldn't want to see you without your curls," Mother Martin said."Here, I'll help you as soon as I feed Trouble."

  Trouble could feed himself when his plate had been set in front of him,and while he was eating Mrs. Martin made her two Curlytops look betterby the use of their combs.

  After breakfast the children ran to hitch Nicknack to the wagon. GrandpaMartin was going back in the rowboat to the mainland to get a few thingsthat had been forgotten, and also another bag of salt.

  "And I'll hide it away from Trouble," said Nora with a laugh. "We don'twant any more salty oceans around here."

  "Let's drive away before Trouble sees us," proposed Jan to her brother."He'll want to come for a ride and we can't go very far if he comesalong."

  "All right. Stoop down and walk behind the bushes. Then he can't seeus."

  Jan and Ted managed to get away unseen, and were soon hitching theirgoat to the wagon. Trouble finished his breakfast and called to them,wanting to go with them wherever they went. But his mother knew the twoCurlytops did not want Trouble with them every time, so Baby William hadto play by himself about camp, while the two older children drove off ona path that led the long way of the island.

  "Maybe we'll have an adventure," suggested Jan, as she sat in the cartdriving the goat, for she and her brother took turns at this fun.

  "Maybe we'll see some of the tramps," he added.

  "I don't want to," said Jan.

  "Well, maybe we'll see a bear."

  "I don't want that, either. I wish you wouldn't say such things, Teddy."

  "Well, what do you want to see?"

  "Oh, something nice--flowers or birds or maybe a fairy."

  "Huh! I guess there's no fairies on this island, either. Let's see if wecan find an apple tree. I'd like an apple."

  "So would I. But we mustn't eat green ones."

  "Not if they're too green," agreed Teddy. "But a little green won'thurt."

  They drove on, Nicknack trotting along the path through the woods, nowand then stopping to nibble at the leaves. At last the children came toa beautiful shady spot, where many ferns grew beneath the trees, and itwas so cool that they stopped their goat, tied him to an old stump andsat down to eat some cookies their mother had given them. The Curlytopsnearly always became hungry when they were out on their little trips.

  "Wouldn't it be funny," remarked Ted, after a bit, "if we should see abear?"

  "The-o-dore Martin!" gasped Janet. "I wish you'd keep quiet! It makes mescared to hear you say that."

  "Well, I was only foolin'," and Teddy dropped a "g," a habit of whichhis mother was trying to break him. And he did not often forget.

  "If I saw a bear," began Janet, "I'd just scream and----"

  Suddenly she stopped because of a queer look she saw on her brother'sface. Teddy dropped the cookie he had been about to bite, and, pointingtoward a hollow log that lay not far off, said, in a hoarse whisper:

  "Look, Jan! It _is_ a bear!"