So
this is a sort of short cut."
"What's a corduroy road?" asked Dolly.
"Don't you know that? I thought you knew something about the woods,
Dolly. My, what a lot you've got to learn. It's made of logs and they're
built in woods and places where it's hard to make a regular road, or
would cost too much. All that's needed, you see, is to chop down trees
enough to make a clear path, and then to put down the logs, close
together. It's rough going, and no wagon with springs can be driven over
it, but it's all right for a buckboard."
"Ugh!" said Dolly. "I should think it would shake you to pieces."
"It does, pretty nearly," said Eleanor, with a smile. "One usually only
rides over one once--after that one walks, and is glad of the chance."
When, after a three-mile tramp, Eleanor, who was in front, stopped
suddenly at a point where the trees thinned out, on top of a ridge, and
called out, "Here's the lake, girls!" there was a wild rush to reach her
side. And the view, when they got the first glimpse of it, was certainly
worth all the trouble it had caused them.
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