A VISIT TO TOWN
"Well," remarked Bart, as they walked back to camp with Ned, "there's no
use setting any traps now, Ned. The rabbits were watching you, and they
saw just how they worked, so you couldn't catch the simplest bunny in
these woods."
"I'll make another kind of trap," declared Ned. "I want a rabbit to keep
Fenn's turtle company."
"Don't bother about it," said Fenn, dryly.
"Why not?"
"Because my turtle got away in the night. He went back to the boiling
spring, to join the others for a New Year's celebration, I guess."
"That's so, to-morrow is the last day of this year," observed Frank. "We
ought to celebrate it in some way."
"We will," said Bart. "We'll sit up, and watch the old year out and the
new one in, and fire our guns off at twelve o'clock. But what's the
matter, Stumpy?" for Fenn was holding the arm injured by the buck, and
on his face was an expression of pain.
"It's been hurting considerable since morning," explained the stout
youth.
"Let me look at it," demanded Bart, and, when the bandages were taken
off, there was disclosed a red and angry sore. The arm was much
inflamed.
"I was afraid of this," said Bart. "We've got to go to town and let a
doctor look at this. You may get blood poisoning, Stumpy."
"Oh, I guess not. Can't you put some of the stuff on from the box Alice
gave us?"
"I'm afraid to take any chances. Besides, I don't think there is
anything strong enough for blood poison in the box. No, fellows, we'll
go to Cannistota. It's only ten miles. We can easily walk there and back
in a day, and, if the doctor thinks it better for Stumpy to stay in town
over night, so he can treat him, why we can arrange for that, too. We'll
start in the morning, early."
"Then we'll see some of the celebration," put in Frank.
"What celebration?"
"Why the New Year's doings that William Perry said were always held in
Cannistota. Don't you remember?"
"Sure, that's right," agreed Bart. "It will do us good to make the trip.
Game is getting rather scarce around here now, and we must begin to
think of getting back. We certainly have had a swell time, and I don't
want anything to happen to Fenn's arm.
"So get ready, fellows, and we'll make a trip to town, and see what
civilization looks like. It seems as if we'd been away six months,
instead of three weeks."
"Shall we take our guns?" asked Frank.
"Might as well. No telling what game we'll see on our way back, and
going in. We'll fix up the camp so if we have to stay away over night it
will be all right, though I don't imagine any one will bother it."
"Unless it's that mysterious man," said Ned, significantly. "He may come
snooping around."
"Well, if he does we can't help it," replied Bart, "only I'd like to
catch him."
"And I'd like to get back Mrs. Long's diamond bracelet!" exclaimed
Frank, with a flash of his dark eyes. "It's not pleasant to be
considered a thief!"
"Nobody really believes we took it," declared Fenn.
"Well, don't let's talk about it," declared Bart. "We will try to have a
good time in town--that is, if Fenn's arm doesn't get any worse."
"Oh, I don't believe it will," answered the injured lad, pluckily. But
the sore was very painful.
Preparations for leaving camp were soon under way. The chums had an
early breakfast the next morning--their last breakfast of the year, as
Ned laughingly remarked--and then, with Fenn's arm well wrapped up, so
he would not take cold in it, and each of the other lads carrying a gun,
they started off for the town of Cannistota.
The weather was pleasant, though a bit cold, and the sun was shining
brightly on the snow which still covered the ground. The going at first
was heavy, for it was through the woods, over a trail hard to discern,
but when they struck the lumber road, leading into Cannistota, the
traveling was easier.
They saw no game, save some rabbits, and a few squirrels, but they would
not shoot at these. They could not make very good time, and it was
nearly noon when they came in sight of the town, which lay in a valley,
surrounded on all sides by hills.
"Now for the doctor," decided Bart, "and then we'll see what's going
on."
"And get dinner," added Ned, who was fond of his meals.
"Sure," added Frank, who was no less a good handler of knife and fork.
As the lads entered the main street of the town they were struck by the
festive appearances on every side. Stores and houses were draped with
flags and bunting, while from several electric-light poles men were
stringing long wires, with small incandescent bulbs of various colors
fastened on at intervals. This was in the centre of the place, where the
two main streets crossed, and, on inquiring, the lads learned that it
was planned to hold a sort of procession, with the Old Year, typified by
Father Time, going out, while the New Year came in. This formality would
occur in the centre of the town, under a canopy of colored electric
lights. In addition there were to be bands of music, songs, and other
numbers on a festive program.
"Say, we ought to stay and take this in," suggested Ned, as he saw the
carnival spirit manifested on every side.
"Maybe we will," assented Bart, "after we hear what the doctor says
about Fenn's arm."
The medical man looked grave when he saw the injury caused by the buck's
horn.
"There is nothing to be unduly alarmed about," he said, "but it is well
that you came in time. It needs attention, and while fresh cool air,
such as you get in camp, is good, I shall have to treat the wound with
antiseptics. You must remain in town at least three days."
The boys were a little dismayed to hear this, but as they had made
tentative plans to be away from camp if necessary, it did not altogether
upset their calculations. The doctor gave Fenn some medicine, dressed
the sore, and recommended the lads to a quiet hotel, to stay while the
wound was being looked after.
"You'll enjoy your visit to Cannistota," the doctor said with a smile,
"for we always have a good time here on New Years. There is plenty of
excitement."
The boys were soon to find that this was true in an unusual sense, for
they took part in a most exciting scene.
"Well," remarked Fenn, as they came away from the office of the medical
man, "it might be worse. What'll we do now?"
"Let's eat," suggested Ned, and they all fell in with this proposal.