Ruth Fielding at Snow Camp

Ruth Fielding at Snow Camp, by
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RUTH FIELDING
AT SNOW CAMP
OR
LOST IN THE BACKWOODS
BY
ALICE B. EMERSON

CONTENTS
I. A LIVELY TIME
II. A SURPRISING APPEARANCE
III. THE NEWSPAPER CLIPPING

IV. THE MYSTERIOUS BEHAVIOR OF FRED HATFIELD
V. OFF FOR THE BACKWOODS
VI. ON THE TRAIN
VII. A RUNAWAY IN GOOD EARNEST
VIII. FIRST AT SNOW CAMP
IX. "LONG JERRY" TODD
X. BEARS--AND OTHER THINGS
XI. THE FROST GAMES
XII. PERIL--AND A TAFFY PULL
XIII. SHELLS AND KERNELS
XIV. A TELEPHONE CHASE
XV. THE BATTLE IN THE SNOW
XVI. AN APPEARANCE AND A DISAPPEARANCE
XVII. LONG JERRY'S STORY
XVIII. "THE AMAZON MARCH"
XIX. BESIEGED BY THE STORM KING
XX. THE SNOW SHROUD
XXI. ADRIFT IN THE STORM
XXII. THE HIDEOUT
XXIII. A DOUBLE CAPTIVITY

XXIV. THE SEARCH
XXV. CERTAIN EXPLANATIONS

RUTH FIELDING
AT SNOW CAMP
CHAPTER I
A LIVELY TIME
"I don't think we'd better go home that way, Helen."
"Why not? Mr. Bassett won't care--and it's the nearest way to the road."
"But he's got a sign up--and his cattle run in this pasture," said Ruth
Fielding, who, with her chum, Helen Cameron, and Helen's twin
brother, Tom, had been skating on the Lumano River, where the ice
was smooth below the mouth of the creek which emptied into the larger
stream near the Red Mill.
"Aw, come on, Ruthie!" cried Tom, stamping his feet to restore
circulation.
The ground was hard and the ice was thick on the river; but the early
snows that had fallen were gone. It was the day after Christmas, and
Helen and Ruth had been at home from school at Briarwood Hall less
than a week. Tom, too, who attended the Military Academy at Seven
Oaks, was home for the winter holidays. It was snapping cold weather,
but the sun had been bright this day and for three hours or more the
friends had enjoyed themselves on the ice.
"Surely Hiram Bassett hasn't turned his cows out in this weather,"
laughed Helen.
"But maybe he has turned out his bull," said Ruth. "You know how

ugly that creature is. And there's the sign."
"I declare! you do beat Peter!" ejaculated Tom, shrugging his shoulders.
"We are only going to cut across Bassett's field--it won't take ten
minutes. And it will save us half an hour in getting to the mill. We can't
go along shore, for the ice is open there at the creek."
"All right," agreed Ruth Fielding, doubtfully. She was younger than the
twins and did not mean to be a wet blanket on their fun at any time; but
admiring Helen so much, she often gave up her own inclinations, or
was won by the elder girl from a course which she thought wise. There
had been times during their first term at Briarwood Hall, now just
completed, when Ruth had been obliged to take a different course from
her chum. This occasion, however, seemed of little moment. Hiram
Bassett owned a huge red herd-leader that was the terror of the
countryside; but it was a fact, as Helen said, that the cattle were not
likely to be roaming the pasture at this time of year.
"Come on!" said Tom, again. "The car was to go down to the Cheslow
station for father and stop at the mill for us on its return. We don't want
to keep him waiting."
"And we've