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[Illustration: FLOSSIE AND FREDDIE WATCH THE MEN AT THE SAWMILL.
_Frontispiece_ (_Page 92_)]

The Bobbsey Twins
at Cedar Camp

BY

LAURA LEE HOPE

AUTHOR OF "THE BOBBSEY TWINS SERIES," "THE
BUNNY BROWN SERIES," "THE OUTDOOR GIRLS
SERIES," "THE SIX LITTLE BUNKER
SERIES," ETC.

_ILLUSTRATED_

NEW YORK
GROSSET & DUNLAP
PUBLISHERS

Made in the United States of America




BOOKS BY LAURA LEE HOPE
12mo. Cloth. Illustrated.

THE BOBBSEY TWINS SERIES

THE BOBBSEY TWINS
THE BOBBSEY TWINS IN THE COUNTRY
THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT THE SEASHORE
THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT SCHOOL
THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT SNOW LODGE
THE BOBBSEY TWINS ON A HOUSEBOAT
THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT MEADOW BROOK
THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT HOME
THE BOBBSEY TWINS IN A GREAT CITY
THE BOBBSEY TWINS ON BLUEBERRY ISLAND
THE BOBBSEY TWINS ON THE DEEP BLUE SEA
THE BOBBSEY TWINS IN WASHINGTON
THE BOBBSEY TWINS IN THE GREAT WEST
THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT CEDAR CAMP

THE BUNNY BROWN SERIES

BUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE
BUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE ON GRANDPA'S FARM
BUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE PLAYING CIRCUS
BUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE AT AUNT LU'S CITY HOME
BUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE AT CAMP REST-A-WHILE
BUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE IN THE BIG WOODS
BUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE ON AN AUTO TOUR
BUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE AND THEIR SHETLAND PONY
BUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE GIVING A SHOW
BUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE AT CHRISTMAS TREE COVE
BUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE IN THE SUNNY SOUTH

THE SIX LITTLE BUNKERS SERIES

SIX LITTLE BUNKERS AT GRANDMA BELL'S
SIX LITTLE BUNKERS AT AUNT JO'S
SIX LITTLE BUNKERS AT COUSIN TOM'S
SIX LITTLE BUNKERS AT GRANDPA FORD'S
SIX LITTLE BUNKERS AT UNCLE FRED'S
SIX LITTLE BUNKERS AT CAPTAIN BEN'S
SIX LITTLE BUNKERS AT COWBOY JACK'S

THE OUTDOOR GIRLS SERIES
(Ten titles)

Grosset & Dunlap, Publishers, New York




Copyright, 1921, by
Grosset & Dunlap

_The Bobbsey Twins at Cedar Camp_




CONTENTS

CHAPTER PAGE
I. Freddie's Surprise 1
II. Locked Up 12
III. Thanksgiving 24
IV. Bert in Danger 34
V. Christmas Trees 42
VI. Off To Cedar Camp 54
VII. In the North Woods 65
VIII. A Nutting Party 72
IX. Sawmill Fun 87
X. A Sudden Storm 100
XI. Old Mrs. Bimby 109
XII. Mr. Bobbsey Is Worried 120
XIII. Old Jim 128
XIV. Snowed In 137
XV. A Bare Cupboard 145
XVI. Bert Starts Out 156
XVII. Trying Again 165
XVIII. A Little Searching Party 175
XIX. The Wildcat 183
XX. Snowball Bullets 198
XXI. On the Rock 213
XXII. Found at Last 231




THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT CEDAR CAMP




CHAPTER I - FREDDIE'S SURPRISE


Very still and quiet it was in the home of the Bobbsey twins. There was
hardly a sound - that is, of course, except that made by four figures
tiptoeing around through the halls and different rooms.

"Hush!" suddenly exclaimed Bert Bobbsey.

"Hush!" echoed his sister Nan.

They were two of the twins.

Again came the shuffling noise made by tiptoeing feet on the front
stairs.

"Quiet now, Flossie and Freddie!" whispered Bert. "Go easy, and don't
make a racket!"

He turned toward Nan, who was carrying something in a paper that rattled
because of its stiffness.

"Can't you be quieter?" asked Bert.

"It isn't me - it's this paper," Nan answered. "I should have taken some
of the tissue kind."

"I wish you had," Bert went on. "But it's too late now. We're almost
there. As soon as we get everything hidden it will be all right."

Suddenly there was a sound behind Bert and Nan as though someone were
choking. It was followed by a smothered laugh.

"What's that?" asked Bert in a sharp whisper. "Do you want to have
everybody in the house down here seeing what we're doing? Who did that?"

He spoke a bit sharply, in a tense whisper, but his voice was not really
cross. It was as though Bert were the leader of some secret band of
soldiers or of Indians, and wanted the men to do just as he had told
them.

"Who did that?" he asked again.

"I - I guess I did," answered the voice of his little sister Flossie.

"What did you do?" asked Nan. "You must try to be quiet, dear, else our
fun will be spoiled. Better take sister's hand."

"Holdin' your hand won't do any good," answered Flossie, and though she
tried to talk in a whisper it was rather a loud one. "Your hand can't
stop makin' me sneeze," Flossie went on. "Can it?"

"Oh, did you sneeze, dear?" asked Nan, who, since she and Bert were
"growing up," felt that she must take a little more motherly care of
Flossie.

"Yes, I did sneeze," Flossie answered. "An' maybe I'll sneeze more
again. I feel so, anyhow."

"Don't you dare!" exclaimed Bert.

"She didn't sneeze! Not a reg'lar sneeze!" declared Freddie, who was
carrying a cigar box. Did I mention that Freddie and Flossie were the
other pair of Bobbsey twins? I meant to, anyhow.

"If she didn't sneeze, what did she do?" asked Nan.

"I did sneeze!" insisted Flossie.

"You did not!" asserted Freddie. "You - - "

"Hush! Hush!" cautioned Bert. "You'll spoil everything!"

But Freddie was not to be shut off in that way. He came to a stop in the
hall, along which the two pairs of twins were tiptoeing their way
through the house, and in the half-darkness, for the light was turned
low, he pointed his fat, chubby forefinger at Flossie, holding, the
while, his cigar box under his other arm.

"She did not sneeze - not a reg'lar, full, fair sneeze!" he declared.
"She put her hand over her mouth an' she choked, an' she made more noise
'n if she had sneezed. Guess I know what she done!"

"_Did_, dear! _Did!_" corrected Nan. "You must use right words now that
you are in regular classes at school and are out of the kindergarten.
_Did_ - not _done_."

"Well, Flossie _did_ snort and she _did not_ done sneeze," went on the
fat little "fireman," as his father sometimes called him.

"I - I could 'a' sneezed if I'd wanted to," said Flossie. "Only I've an
awful loud sneeze, I have. It's louder'n yours, Freddie Bobbsey."

"'Tis not!" declared Freddie. "You wait till I tickle my nose, an' I'll
sneeze an' I'll show you! I'll show you who can sneeze loudest!"

"No, you will not!" said big brother Bert kindly, but firmly. "You two
youngsters must keep quieter, or we can't do what we're going to do. Nan
and I will take you back upstairs and mother will make you go to bed!
There!"

This was such a dreadful threat, especially as Flossie and Freddie had
been allowed to stay up past their regular bedtime hour on their promise
to be good, that they at once quieted down.

With Bert and Nan in the lead, the smaller Bobbsey twins followed their
older brother and sister. Bert reached a door opening into a large
closet near the kitchen. It was in this closet that the children were to
hide the things they were carrying, and why they were going to do this
you will soon learn.

But just as Bert was about to open the closet door, Flossie gave a
little wriggle, and, pulling her hand away from Nan - the hand that did
not hold a package - the little Bobbsey girl whispered:

"It - it's goin' to be some more, Nan!"

"What is, dear?"

"My - my ker - snee - - !"

The rest was a sort of gurgle, choke, and cough mingled with a sneeze.
Flossie had covered her mouth and nose with one hand, and thus tried not
to make as much noise as she otherwise would.

"Say! everything will be spoiled," declared Bert. "I never saw such
children! We ought to 'a' made them hide their things this afternoon!"

"Flossie can't help it," said Nan kindly. "Maybe she is catching cold. I
must tell mother to give her some medicine."

"'Tisn't cold," declared Flossie. "It's some dust got up my nose. There
was dust in the closet where Freddie made me crawl to get him a cigar
box."

"What did he want of a cigar box?" asked Nan.

"Don't tell!" cautioned Freddie. "You promised you wouldn't tell,
Flossie Bobbsey!"

"All right, I won't," she promised. "Anyhow, I don't know, 'cause you
didn't tell me. But I got him a box, an' it was dusty an' it makes me
sneeze an' - - "

"That's enough of this sneezing!" declared Bert. "Let's hide what we
have and get out. Dinah's in the kitchen now, and if she hears us
scuffling around she'll open the door and see us and she'll think
something is going to happen."

"Well, something _is_ going to happen," whispered Nan, with a smile. But
you could not see the smile because it was rather dark in the hall.
"To-morrow is Dinah's birthday, and, oh! won't she be surprised?"

"She'll be more surprised," said Freddie, though neither Bert nor Nan
knew just what he meant just then. Later they did.

True enough, it was the birthday of Dinah Johnson, the fat, jolly,
good-natured colored cook of the Bobbsey family, which included the four
twins. Dinah's birthday was always celebrated, especially by the twins,
who always brought out their presents as a sort of surprise.

This time they were bringing them down from their rooms the night before
the birthday, to hide the things in a big closet near the kitchen.

Thus the gifts would be ready the first thing in the morning, to give to
Dinah at the breakfast table, when daddy would call her in from the
kitchen to be surprised.

It was Bert's plan thus to hide the things ahead of time, and Flossie
and Freddie, of course, had begged to be allowed to take part.

"I guess she didn't hear anything," said Bert, after listening a moment,
for Dinah was still in the kitchen, finishing her day's work. "The
door's shut," Bert added. "Now then," he went on, after a pause, "let's
hide our things and go back upstairs. Pass yours to me, Nan."

The older Bobbsey girl did so, and just as Bert had put away his present
and hers, there was a loud sound behind him.

"What's that?" sharply whispered Bert.

"It was Freddie," answered Flossie. "An' he didn't sneeze - not at all."

"I stumbled," answered Freddie. "I'm sorry!"

"Well, it's too late for that. But I guess Dinah didn't hear," Bert
said, listening a moment. "Pass me your present, Freddie, and I'll hide
it with mine."

"I'll hide it myself," said the little fellow, and he made his way to
the closet, squirming between Nan and Flossie.

"Oh, well, do as you please," Bert agreed. And thus it was that none of
the others saw Freddie put two packages in the closet instead of one.
One package was his regular present for Dinah. The other was - -

But just a moment, if you please. I want to tell this story as it should
be told.

Anyhow, Freddie slipped two packages into the closet without letting
Bert see him. One package was a cigar box, tied with a string, and a
queer scratching noise seemed to come from within it.

"There! Now everything is hid," said Bert, when Flossie's package had
been put on the shelf. "Now I'll lock the door, for mother gave me the
key, and Dinah can't open it. In the morning we'll give out the birthday
presents."

The Bobbsey twins thought that morning would never come, but it did at
last, and Dinah knew nothing of their secrets, they felt sure. With
eagerness the four children assembled at the breakfast table.

"Call Dinah in, Daddy, and let us give her the things," begged Nan.

"I want to give mine first!" insisted Freddie.

"And me next," said Flossie.

Fat Dinah came waddling in, her face all smiles.

"I 'clar to goodness! Whut's gwine on now?" she asked. "Did I forgots to
make de coffee, or am de toast burned?"

Dinah pretended to be very much alarmed, but I think she knew why she
had been called in. At least she knew something of what was going to
happen, but not all. She must have known it was her birthday, and the
children always gave her something on such occasions.

"Dinah, please sit down a moment," said Mr. Bobbsey, trying not to
smile. "I think Freddie has something to say to you."

"I - I got something to give you, Dinah!" cried the little fellow,
hurrying out to the closet, which Bert had unlocked.

"Bress yo' heart, honey lamb! Has yo' got suffin' fo' ole Dinah?" she
asked with a kind smile.

"You - you'll be s'prised," said Freddie, as he handed the fat black cook
a cigar box, tied with string.

"Why, Freddie!" exclaimed Nan. "That isn't your present! Yours is
wrapped in blue paper. Don't you remember? I wrapped it up for you."

"I'll give Dinah _that_ present in a minute!" said Freddie, his eyes
shining. "I have _two_ for her!"

"Bress his heart!" murmured the cook, as she fumbled with the string.

A moment later it came off, and as the cover of the box flew open out
jumped a fat little gray mouse!

"Oh, my! Oh, mah good lan'!" screamed Dinah. "Oh, a mouse! A mouse!" and
she jumped up in such a hurry that she knocked over the chair on which
she had been sitting.




CHAPTER II - LOCKED UP


"Get him! Get him!" cried Bert Bobbsey, making a dive for the little
mouse.

"Oh, don't let him come near me!" screamed Nan, as she left her seat and
hurried over toward her mother.

"Nonsense!" exclaimed Mrs. Bobbsey. "To be frightened at a poor little
mouse!"

The mouse ran under one chair after another, and circled around beneath
the dining room table.

"Where's Snoop?" cried Bert, stooping down to watch which way the mouse
ran. "Get Snoop in to catch the mouse!"

"Don't let him get me!" begged Flossie, and she ran over to Nan.

"Children, be quiet!" commanded Mr. Bobbsey. "All this excitement over a
little mouse! Freddie, you did very wrong to put a mouse in a box and
give it to Dinah for a birthday present!" and he spoke rather sternly to
the little fellow.

"Am dat mouse mah birfday present?" asked the fat cook, who was huddled
against the wall. "If it is I don't want it nohow!"

Isn't it queer how frightened some women and girls are of a mouse? I
wonder why that it is? Anyhow, Nan, Flossie and Dinah seemed much
frightened, while Bert was more interested in seeing which way the
little gray creature ran.

"Get Snoop! Where is Snoop?" asked Bert, calling for the family cat.
"Snoop will love to chase this mouse!"

"I help you catch my mouse for Snoop!" offered Freddie.

He had stood, eagerly waiting, to see what would happen when Dinah
opened his extra present box. And enough had happened to satisfy even
fun-loving Freddie.

"Here, I'll fix that mouse!" cried Mr. Bobbsey. "Let it alone, Bert.
I'll drive it out!"

Mr. Bobbsey picked up a small open glass salt dish from the table, and
was about to throw it at the mouse under the table.

"Don't do that," said his wife.

"Why not?" asked Mr. Bobbsey, holding the salt dish in readiness.

"Because you'll spill the salt and it will have to be cleaned up."

"I'll get the mouse!" cried Freddie. "I'll get him!"

He ran over to the goldfish tank in one corner of the room. On the table
on which the tank rested was a tiny net of cloth on a handle and wire
frame. Bert used the net to lift out the fish when he wanted to clean
the tank, which he intended doing that day.

"I'll catch the mouse under this!" cried Freddie, grabbing up the little
net and trying to dive under the table. But the little fellow slipped,
and knocked over a chair. It happened to fall on Flossie's foot.
Instantly the small Bobbsey girl set up a cry.

"Oh! Oh, Freddie Bobbsey! Now look what you did! My toenails is all
broken! Oh! Oh!"

"Hush! Hush!" begged Mother Bobbsey, hugging Flossie.

"Oh, mah good lan'!" exclaimed Dinah, "I neber did see such a birfday as
dish yeah! Nebber in all mah born days!"

Bert caught up his aluminum napkin ring and threw it across the room as
the mouse made a dart toward the door leading into the kitchen.

"There he goes!" cried Bert. "No use getting Snoop now!"

"Well, I'm glad the creature is out of the way!" said Mrs. Bobbsey, with
a sigh of relief. "Now, Freddie, what possessed you to do a thing like
that - to give Dinah a mouse for her birthday?"

"And where did you get it?" asked Bert. "I should think you'd be afraid
of it, Freddie."

"He was in the box, and I shut the cover down quick - like that" - Freddie
clapped his hands together - "and I ketched him."

"You should say 'caught,'" murmured Nan. "Your teacher wouldn't like to
have you say 'ketched,' Freddie."

"Well, I - I got him, anyhow," Freddie went on. "An' I tied some string
around the box and I kept the mouse and I thought maybe Dinah would
laugh an' - an' - - "

Freddie looked around the room. All too much had happened from his
little surprise. The whole place was in confusion.

"If dey is any mo' birfday presents like _dat_," said Dinah, "I reckon I
better go!"

"Oh, no!" exclaimed Nan. "Mine is a nice one, Dinah!"

"So's mine!" echoed Flossie.

"An' I've another!" added Freddie. "I'm sorry I scared you, Dinah."

"Well, we'll forgive you this time," said his father. "Bring out the
other presents now."

And while this is being done I will take just a moment to tell my new
readers something about the children who are to be the main characters
in this story.

If you have read the first book of this series, called "The Bobbsey
Twins," you have learned that Mr. Bobbsey had a lumber business in the
eastern city of Lakeport, on Lake Metoka. Bert and Nan were the two
older twins. They had dark brown hair and brown eyes and were rather
tall and slim. The younger Bobbsey twins were Flossie and Freddie. They
were somewhat short and stout, and had light hair and blue eyes. The
children had many good times together and with their playmates, Grace
Lavine, Charlie Mason, Dannie Rugg, Nellie Parks and Ruth Nelson. They
also had fun with Snoop, their pet cat, and with Snap, their dog.

There are a number of books coming between the first volume and the one
just before this. The Bobbsey twins went to the country to visit Uncle
Daniel, and at the seashore they stayed with Uncle William. Besides
these trips the four children made a voyage on a houseboat, visited a
great city, camped on Blueberry Island, went to Washington, and made a
trip at sea. They had, a week or so before celebrating Dinah's birthday,
returned home after some exciting times out West.

You may read about these last adventures in the book just before this
present volume. It is called "The Bobbsey Twins in the Great West," and
it tells how Bert, Nan, Flossie and Freddie helped solve a strange
mystery about an old man.

It was now fall, and on their return from the West the Bobbsey twins had
started to school again. Bert and Nan had gone into a higher grade, and
Flossie and Freddie, though they were still the babies of the family,
were now somewhat advanced at school, and were in regular classes,
attending morning and afternoon, instead of going just in the morning,
as they had done while they were still in the kindergarten.

One of the first affairs the Bobbsey twins had taken part in since their
return from the West had been Dinah's birthday celebration. Each of the
children had bought the cook, of whom they were very fond, a present,
but Freddie had provided an extra one, as we have seen.

"Don't ever do it again, Freddie!" cautioned his father, when quiet had
once more settled over the household.

"I won't, Daddy," he promised.

"Then you may give Dinah her regular present," said Mother Bobbsey.

Freddie handed the cook a package wrapped in blue paper.

"Is yo' suah dey isn't no mouse in dis?" asked Dinah, pretending to be
frightened.

"No mouse!" Freddie assured her. "You open it!"

And when Dinah had done so she found a bottle of perfume, which, she
declared, was "jest de sweetest kind what ebber was!" It was exactly
what she had wished for, she said.

Then the other presents were given to her. Nan's was a pocketbook, and
Bert's a pair of comfortable slippers. Flossie handed Dinah a gay, red
silk handkerchief.

"An' when I puts pufume on _dat_, an' walks out, everybody'll be wishin'
dey was me!" declared the fat, black cook. "Dish suah am a lovely
birfday!"

There were presents, also, from Mr. and Mrs. Bobbsey, and when she had
admired everything, and thanked them all, Dinah finished bringing in the
breakfast. They all laughed at Freddie's mouse, and he told how he had
caught it.

He had had some nuts in a cigar box, and the day before, coming softly
up to it, he had seen a little mouse nibbling away among the nuts and
shells. As quick as a wink Freddie clapped the cover down, and had
caught the mouse fast. Then, without saying anything to anyone about it,
he had given it to Dinah.

"Come on, Bert, or we'll be late for school!" called Nan, as she
finished her breakfast.

"I'll be right with you," her brother answered. "If Charlie Mason calls
tell him to wait. He and I are going fishing this afternoon."

"Can I come?" asked Freddie. "I'll help dig worms."

"Not now," Bert answered. "Maybe to-morrow."

"You wait for me, Freddie!" called Flossie.

"Yes, I'll wait," he promised.

Soon the Bobbsey twins were on their way to school. Bert walked with
Charlie Mason and Dannie Rugg, while Grace Lavine and Nellie Parks
strolled along with Nan.

"Did you bring your skipping rope?" asked Grace of Nan. Grace was very
fond of this fun, though once she had jumped too much and had been taken
ill.

"No, I didn't bring it," Nan answered. "I brought a new bean bag,
though, and we can play that at recess."

"Oh, that'll be fun!" cried Nellie.

Bert and Charlie were talking about the best place to go fishing. And
the younger Bobbsey twins were talking about something else.

"If he does it again to-day, you tell me an' I'll fix him," said Freddie
to Flossie.

"I will," his golden-haired sister answered. "Will you make him stop,
Freddie?"

"Sure I will! You come and tell me!"

"What is it you are going to do?" asked Nan of her smaller brother and
sister. But just then the warning bell rang and they all had to run so
they would not be late, and Nan forgot about what she had overheard.

At recess there were jolly times in the school playground. Some of the
boys got up a baseball game, and others played marbles, leapfrog or
mumble-the-peg. The girls skipped rope or tossed bean bags, while some
played different kinds of tag. It was cool, so that running about and
jumping made one feel fine.

Suddenly from the lower end of the playground, near the shed where the
janitor kept his brooms, a lawnmower, and other things, came a cry of
alarm.

"That's Flossie!" exclaimed Nan, pausing in the midst of a bean bag
game. "Something's the matter!"

She caught sight of Flossie and Freddie in some sort of a battle with
Nick Malone, one of the "bad" boys of the school. Flossie and Freddie
seemed to be having a fight with Nick.

However, the battle was soon over. Before Nan reached the scene or could
call to Bert to come to her help, Nick disappeared, and Flossie and


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