"The river!" whispered Pen.
"O Vosh!" began Susie, as they shot into what she saw was a road lined with streaks of houses and fences.
Before she could think of another word, they were out on the ice of the little stream, and a skilful twist of the rudder sent them down it instead of across. In a moment more they were slipping smoothly along over the wind-swept surface of the frozen mill-pond; and the ripper had lost so much of its impetus, that there was no difficulty in bringing it to a standstill.
"There!" said Vosh, as he held out his hand to help Susie alight, "that"s the longest slide down hill anybody ever took in Benton Valley.
n.o.body"ll beat that in a hurry."
"I don"t think they will," she said; and Pen added inquiringly,--
"We ain"t scared a bit, Vosh. We"d just as lief have another."
That was what the sorrel colt was coming down the road for; and they were speedily on their way up, more envied than ever.
"Don"t I wish aunt Judith was here now!" exclaimed Pen.
"She"d never ride down hill in this thing," said Vosh. "I"m glad she didn"t see us come."
There was a great deal of work before the sorrel colt that morning, and knot after knot of curious spectators came out of the village "to see how Vosh Stebbins had gone to work and beaten that there Cobbleville ripper."
"He"s a cute one."
"Regular built genius."
"There ain"t such another feller in Cobbleville. He beat "em all at spellin", too."
Vosh had won fame as well as fun, and all Benton was proud of him. For all that, he was tired enough by dinner-time, and was glad to drive his pa.s.sengers back to the farmhouse.
"Aunt Judith," said Susie, "it was splendid! You never saw any thing like it! Wonderful!"
There was a great deal more to be told, and it was all true; but it was not easy for aunt Judith and Mrs. Farnham to believe it.
"Do you mean to tell me that that thing didn"t stop till you were out in the middle of the mill-pond?" asked aunt Judith; and four young people with one voice told her it was nearer the upper end than the middle.
"Well," said she, "I s"pose it must have been so, but there was never any such sliding down hill before up this way. I"d like to see it done just once; that is, if it didn"t just happen, and can"t be done again, nohow."
CHAPTER X.
THE DEER-HUNT ON THE CRUST.
That Sat.u.r.day afternoon was a quiet one at the farmhouse. It really seemed as if there had been excitement enough for one day. Still, as aunt Judith was in the habit of remarking,--
"Sometimes you can"t always tell for sure what"s a-coming."
Vosh Stebbins came over after supper, and he met Deacon Farnham at the gate. There was nothing unaccountable in that; but the boys heard him say, just as he was following the deacon in,--
"No, we won"t need any snow-shoes. I"ll take mine along."
"I"ll take mine too, but the crust"s strong enough without "em."
"It"ll be weak in spots in the woods: Sile Hathaway says it is."
Those were great words for two boys to hear,--"woods" and "Sile Hathaway."
"Port," said Corry, "something"s coming."
"Hark!"
"Yes, deacon, Sile says the deer break right through, every here and there. There"s droves of "em, and the storm"s kind o" driven "em down this way."
"I"ve known it happen so more"n once."
"Port," whispered Corry, as if it were an awful secret, "I know now: it"s a deer-hunt on the crust."
"Oh-h!" was all the answer; and in half a minute more Vosh was on the stoop with them. Then he was in the house. Then the whole affair burst out like a sudden storm.
Deacon Farnham did not say much; but there was a flush on his face, and a light in his eyes, that made him look ten years younger. Mrs. Farnham told him so. But Pen interrupted Vosh halfway in the explanation he was giving Susie, by exclaiming,--
"O mother! may I go?"
"My child"--
"I never saw a live deer killed on the snow. If Susie goes, may I go?--Are you going?"
Susie could hardly help saying,--
"I know I can"t go, but I"d like to."
"Port!" exclaimed Corry, "let"s get out the guns, and clean "em. It won"t do to have "em miss fire."
"That"s a good idea," said his father. "Vosh and I"ll want to set out early Monday morning. You won"t have time to clean "em before you go to school."
"School! Monday!"
"Now, Joshaway," exclaimed aunt Judith, "don"t tease the boy that way.
He won"t miss just one day"s schoolin", and the crust ain"t going to last forever. If Mrs. Stebbins can spare Vosh"--
"My mother? Why, she"d go herself if she could."
"Well, Corry," said his father, "if you and Port"ll agree not to kill too many deer, you may go."
Port was still wrestling with the painful idea of a gun missing fire after it was actually pointed at large game. There was something dreadful and incredible about it; and, when the weapons were brought out, he cleaned away at them almost painfully.
Deacon Farnham attended to his own rifle. Then he took a ladle, and melted some lead at the kitchen fire, and moulded a score or so of bullets.