"That's just for the baggage. Now you can
see, maybe, why you were told you couldn't bring many things with you.
And if that isn't enough, wait until you see the trail!"
Soon all the baggage was stowed away on the back of the buckboard and
securely tied up, and then the driver whipped up the stocky horses, and
drove off, while the girls gave him the Wohelo cheer.
"But how are we going to get to Long Lake?" asked Dolly, apprehensively.
"We're going to walk!" laughed Eleanor. "Come on now or we won't get
there in time for supper--and I'll bet we'll all have a fine appetite
for supper to-night!"
Then she took the van, and led the way across a field and into the woods
that grew thickly near the track.
"This isn't the way the buckboard went!" said Dolly.
"No--We'll strike the road pretty soon, though," said Eleanor. "We save
a little time by taking this trail. In the old days there wasn't any way
to get to the lake, or to carry anything there, except by walking. And
when they built the corduroy road they couldn't make it as short as the
trail, although, wherever they could they followed the old trail.
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