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Six Little Bunkers at Cousin Tom's, a novel by Laura Lee Hope |
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Chapter 7. Digging For Gold |
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_ CHAPTER VII. DIGGING FOR GOLD The dog began to bark, the engine of the train whistled, the woman with her head out of the car window kept on screaming, and the conductor, standing out on the platform, shouted something, though no one could tell what it was. "It sounded," said Daddy Bunker, afterward, "like that Mother Goose story, where the fire begins to burn the stick, the stick begins to beat the dog, the dog begins to chase the pig and the old lady got home before midnight." "What is the matter?" asked Cousin Tom, who had stopped greeting the six little Bunkers to look at Margy and the dog, and listen to the screaming of the woman on the train. No one seemed to know, but, suddenly, the engine whistled loudly once, and then the train came to a stop. Out of the car rushed the woman, down the steps and toward Margy. "My dog!" she cried. "Oh, my pet dog! I thought he was killed!" "No'm, I picked him up," explained Margy, as the woman took her pet animal. "I saw him, and he came to me, 'cause he liked me. I almost got a little kitten, but it went under a stand and when I pulled it out Mother wouldn't let me keep it. Now I can't have the doggie, either," and Margy acted as if she were going to cry. "I'm sorry, little girl," said the woman, "but I couldn't give up my pet Carlo. He is all I have!" and she cuddled the dog in her arms as she would a baby. "Did you stop my train, lady?" asked the conductor, and he seemed rather angry. "Yes," was the answer. "My Carlo ran off, just as it started, and I saw the little girl pick him up. Then I pulled the whistle-cord, and stopped the train. I just had to jump off and get my Carlo!" "Well, now that you have him, please get back on again," said the conductor. "We are late now, and must hurry." "I'm sorry I can't leave Carlo with you, for I'm sure you would love him," said the woman to Margy. "But I could not get along without him." Margy did not have time to answer, as the woman had to hurry back to the train. The conductor was waiting, watch in hand, for the train had stopped after it had started away from the station, and would be a few minutes late. And on a railroad a few minutes mean a great deal. "Oh, dear!" sighed Margy. "I had a little kittie and then I didn't have it. Then I had a little dog and now I haven't that, either! Oh, dear!" "Never mind," said Cousin Tom, as he patted the little girl on the head. "You can come down to the bungalow and play in the sand, and maybe you can find a starfish or something like that." "Oh, are there fish down in your ocean?" asked Russ. "Lots of 'em, if you can catch 'em," said Cousin Tom, laughing. "And is there any gold?" Laddie asked. "I never found any, if there is," was the answer. "But then I never had much time to dig for it. You may, if you like. But now are you all ready?" "All ready, I think," said Mother Bunker. "Don't pick up any more stray dogs or cats, Margy, my dear." "This one came to me," said the little girl. "I loved him, I did, but now he is gone." However there was so much new to see and talk about down at the seashore that Margy soon forgot about her little troubles. There were some carriages and automobiles at the station, and, dividing themselves between two of these, the Bunkers and Cousin Tom and his wife were soon driving down toward the ocean, for Cousin Tom lived on a street not far from the beach. He was the son of Mr. Ralph Bunker, who had been dead some years, and Mr. Ralph Bunker was Daddy Bunker's brother. So the children's father was Cousin Tom's uncle, you see. "Did you have a nice trip?" asked Cousin Ruth, of Mrs. Bunker, as she rode beside her in the automobile. "Yes, very. Laddie thought a search-light was a thunderstorm, when we were coming down on the Fall River boat, Margy crawled under a fruit stand in New York to get a stray kitten, and Mun Bun got mixed up with another little boy. But we are used to such things happening, and we don't mind. I hope you will not be driven wild by the children." "Oh, no, I love them!" said Cousin Ruth with a smile, as she looked over at the six little Bunkers. "That's good," said their mother with a smile. "Of course they get into mischief once in a while, but they are usually pretty good and don't give much trouble. They play very nicely together." "I'm sure they must. I shall love them all--every one! I wonder if they are hungry." "They generally are ready to eat," said Mrs. Bunker. "But don't fuss too much over them. They can wait until meal time." But the six little Bunkers did not have to do this, for when they reached the bungalow, not far from the beach, where Cousin Tom and his wife lived, there was plenty of bread and jam for the hungry children--and hungry they were, you would have believed, if you could have seen them eat. Cousin Ruth seemed to think it was fun. "Welcome to Seaview!" cried Cousin Tom, when the children were eating and Mr. and Mrs. Bunker had laid aside their things and the baggage had been carried to the different rooms. "Now I want you all to have a good time while you're here. Make yourselves right at home." "They seem to be doing that," said Daddy Bunker, for the children just then finished their bread and butter and jam, and began to run all around the house. Cousin Tom's bungalow was about a block from the ocean, and on a new street in Seaview, so there were no other houses very near it. Not far away was what is called an "inlet." That is, the waters of the ocean came into the land for quite a distance, making a place where boats could get in and out without going through the surf, or heavy waves. This inlet was called Clam River, for toward the upper end, a mile or so from the sea, it was shallow and sandy, and many clams were found there. Clam River was a harbor for fishing and lobster boats, and they could run into it and be safe from storms at sea. "I'm going out and dig in the sand!" cried Mun Bun. "I'll come, too," said Margy. "Well, don't pick up any stray dogs or cats," warned her mother. "Perhaps you had better go with them, Rose," she said to the oldest girl. "All right, Mother. I'll look after them," was the answer, and Rose became her mother's little helper again. Vi and Laddie seemed to be looking for something. They wandered about the big porch of the bungalow, and out in front, up and down. "What do you want?" asked Cousin Ruth, who saw them. "Something we can use to dig for gold," answered Laddie. "Dig for gold!" exclaimed Cousin Ruth. "Is that a riddle?" for she had heard that Laddie was very fond of asking riddles. "No, this is real," answered the little fellow. "'Tisn't a riddle at all. Sammie Brown's father dug for gold, and we're going to. There is always gold in sand." "Oh, I'm glad to know that," answered Cousin Ruth. "We have so much sand around us that if it all has gold in it I'm sure we shall soon be rich. But I wouldn't be too sure about it, Laddie. Some sand may not have any gold in it. But you may dig all you like. You'll find some shovels and pails on the side porch. I put them there on purpose for you children." Vi and Laddie found what they wanted, and hurried down to the beach to dig. Margy and Mun Bun went also, with Rose, while Russ, having found some bits of driftwood, began to whittle out a boat which he said he was going to sail on Clam River, where the water was smooth. Mr. and Mrs. Bunker sat in the bungalow talking to Cousin Tom and his wife, telling them about their trip and the visit to Aunt Jo's, from whose house they had just come. "I hope you can stay the rest of the summer with us," said Cousin Tom. "It is a lovely place," said Mrs. Bunker, "And we shall stay as long as you like to have us, for I think the children will like it here. And we are more than glad to be with you and Cousin Tom. But we have half promised to visit Grandpa Ford." "Yes, and he surely expects us," added her husband. "Is it all right for the children to play on the beach?" he asked his nephew. "Oh, yes, surely. Did you think anything could hurt them?" "Well, I didn't know. It's so near the water----" "The beach is a very safe one, and the water is shallow, even at high tide," said Cousin Tom. "At low tide you can wade quite a distance out. The children will be all right. But do they really expect to find gold by digging?" "I believe they do. It's a story they heard," said Mr. Bunker with a laugh. "Near Aunt Jo's lived a boy whose father was a sea captain, and who, I believe, did once find gold on an island. It set Laddie and Vi to thinking they might do the same. But, of course, there isn't any gold here." "Of course not," said Cousin Tom. So Mr. and Mrs. Bunker talked with Cousin Tom and his wife, while the children played outside. The sun was going down, and it would soon be time for supper, when Mrs. Bunker, who had gone upstairs to change her dress, heard Rose calling: "Come back, Laddie! Come back! You mustn't get into that boat!" "Into a boat? Oh, I should say not!" cried Mrs. Bunker, who could not see from her window what was going on. "What are you doing, Laddie?" she called, as she hurried down. She heard her little boy's voice in answer: "I'm going off in the boat and dig for gold. No, I won't come back, Rose. I'm going to dig for gold. Come on, Vi!" Fearing that something was going to happen, Mrs. Bunker ran out on the porch, from where she could see the beach. _ |
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