The Bobbsey Twins in the Country | Page 7

field of
orange lilies."
"Not now, dear," Aunt Sarah told her. "Dinner is spoiling for us, and
we can often walk down here to get flowers."
"Oh, the cute little calf! Look!" Bert exclaimed from his seat next to
Harry, who had been telling his cousin of all the plans he had made for
a jolly vacation.
"Look at the billy-goat!" called Freddie.
"See, see, that big black chicken flying!" Flossie cried out excitedly.
"That's a hawk!" laughed Bert; "maybe it's a chicken hawk."
"A children hawk!" Flossie exclaimed, missing the word. Then
everybody laughed, and Flossie said maybe there were children hawks
for bad girls and boys, anyway.
Aunt Sarah and Mrs. Bobbsey were chatting away like two schoolgirls,
while Dinah and the children saw something new and interesting at
every few paces old Billy, the horse, took.
"Hello there, neighbor," called a voice from the field at the side of the
road. "My horse has fallen in the ditch, and I'll have to trouble you to
help me."
"Certainly, certainly, Peter," answered Uncle Daniel, promptly jumping

down, with Mr. Bobbsey, Bert, and Harry following. Aunt Sarah leaned
over the seat and took the reins, but when she saw in what ditch the
other horse had fallen she pulled Billy into the gutter.
"Poor Peter!" she exclaimed. "That's the second horse that fell in that
ditch this week. And it's an awful job to get them out. I'll just wait to
see if they need our Billy, and if not, we can drive on home, for Martha
will be most crazy waiting with dinner."
Uncle Daniel, Mr. Bobbsey, and the boys hurried to where Peter Burns
stood at the brink of one of those ditches that look like mud and turn
out to be water.
"And that horse is a boarder too!" Peter told them. "Last night we said
he looked awful sad, but we didn't think he would commit suicide."
"Got plenty of blankets?" Uncle Daniel asked, pulling his coat off and
preparing to help his neighbor, as all good people do in the country.
"Four of them, and these planks. But I couldn't get a man around.
Lucky you happened by," Peter Burns answered.
All this time the horse in the ditch moaned as if in pain, but Peter said it
was only because he couldn't get on his feet. Harry, being light in
weight, slipped a halter over the poor beast's head.
"I could get a strap around him!" Harry suggested, moving out
cautiously on the plank.
"All right, my lad, go ahead," Peter told him, passing the big strap over
to Bert, who in turn passed it on to Harry.
It was no easy matter to get the strap in place, but with much tugging
and splashing of mud Harry succeeded. Then the ropes were attached
and everybody pulled vigorously.
"Get up, Ginger! Get up, Ginger!" Peter called lustily, but Ginger only
seemed to flop in deeper, through his efforts to raise himself.

"Guess we'll have to get Billy to pull," Uncle Daniel suggested, and Mr.
Bobbsey hurried back to the road to unhitch the other horse.
"Don't let Billy fall in!" exclaimed Nan, who was much excited over
the accident.
"Can't I go, papa?" Freddie pleaded. "I'll stay away from the edge!"
"You better stay in the wagon; the horse might cut up when he gets
out," the father warned Freddie, who reluctantly gave in.
Soon Billy was hitched to the ropes, and with a few kind words from
Uncle Daniel the big white horse strained forward, pulling Ginger to
his feet as he did so.
"Hurrah!" shouted Freddie from the wagon. "Billy is a circus horse,
isn't he, Uncle Dan?"
"He's a good boy," the uncle called back patting Billy affectionately,
while Mr. Bobbsey and the boys loosened the straps. The other horse
lay on the blankets, and Peter rubbed him with all his might, to save a
chill as he told the boys.
Then, after receiving many thanks for the help given, the Bobbseys
once more started off toward the farm.
"Hot work," Uncle Daniel remarked to the ladies, as he mopped his
forehead.
"I'm so glad you could help Peter," Aunt Sarah told him, "for he does
seem to have SO much trouble."
"All kinds of things happen in the country," Harry remarked, as Billy
headed off for home.
At each house along the way boys would call out to Harry, asking him
about going fishing! or berrying, or some other sport, so that Bert felt a
good time was in store for him, as the boys were about his own age and
seemed so agreeable.

"Nice fellows," Harry remarked by way of introducing Bert.
"They seem so," Bert replied, cordially.
"We've made up a lot of sports," Harry went on, "and we were