to the crest of a road. Again it dipped into a valley. It looked like a scarlet autumn le

n the back of the motor ca

t too perfect for word

cing, many-colored leaves. "The Automobile Girls" had left summer behind them in Kingsbri

answer Moll

o give her niece a gentle poke with her violet parasol. "Have y

ry I did not hear. I am afraid I am both deaf and dumb to-day. But we simply must get to our m

iss Sallie Stuart," she said in solemn tones, "please, let our chauffeur alone! Suppos

n the woods. "Remember, children, you may pretend as hard as you like that we are a thousand miles from civilization; but, unless we are per

l sure we shall find the guides and wagons waiting for us at the foot of the hill. If

ight in front of her. She kept

's daughter. Once her mind is made up to accomplish a thing, she will do it or die! So we might as well resign ourselves to our

e was grow

such a wild expedition after the experiences

we do. Think how jolly things will be when we go down into Lenox after it grows too cold to stay in camp. Who knows but you will

ght of her plump fingers pulling the trigger of a gun. "What

lly French Canadians, but they have been living in these mountains for a number of years. Because they used

ly sure they are peaceful now. Why," she went on in thrilling tones, "these hillsides once ran red with

object to Bab's school-teacher manner. Did you ever see anything so lovely as the

alleys in the Berkshires. Afar off they could see the narrow Housatonic River winding its way past villages and fields, from the hillside

ahead of us is 'our mountain.' I thi

ture of leather sat on the front seat of a wagon drawn by two strong mountain horses. By his side was his wife, almost as thin and brown; behind them, pi

ently cropping the fine, hillside grass. Farther up the roadside a chauffeur nibbled a spear of mint. He had no car nea

nd without a motion from their drivers, moved farther to the right side of the path. Berkshire Hi

his wagon. The chauffeur dropped his piece of mint and gazed

ded with a flourish beside the wagons. Their l

. "And are these our things you have in the wagon? I am so sorry we are a few minutes late; but these mo

he camping outfit. He emptied the pipe he had been comfortably

car into Lenox, I believe," Miss Stuart began. "My niece will explain matters to you more fully. I am told w

i wrote there would be seats in his wagon for those of us who wished to driv

e Stuart, nervous, as she was, perched on top of a rickety wagon! Add the fact that she was to be driven u

side. There's room for three of you up there on the front seat. It's more comfortable than it looks. The other two

ken again. Her expressi

can manage, Miss S

ork in the road and wait for half an hour. If "The Automobile Girls" decided on a trip to one of the nearby towns, they would join him at this p

ar disappear down the foot of the hill. Then she looked

I suppose there is nothing for me to do

e wheel to the seat of honor. Violet cushions were piled back of her, Grace sat o

still, Aunt Sallie," Ruth begged.

de except in the grocery wagon, where you would probably get mixed up wi

alcade

h, "that we are starting out on what

g walk, all right. But w

ers, who were trying to purchase this hillside from the Indians. They would tell us we could have, for a fixed sum, as much land as we could cover in the 'long walk.' That would mean that we were to w

l think, hear and dream of nothing but Indians in the next few weeks. The names of all the places around were once Indian. I supp

right. Fortunately, she did not

od place for our lunch. There is water near and view enough, I am sure. I mus

built a fire of pine twigs, and Ceally had a giant pot of coffee boil

cup of coffee on the ground by her. Her hat was on one side of her head, and her pompadour drooped dejectedly, but Miss Sallie was bli

flash she was off and back bearing a heavy bucket. "Here, Ruth," she volunteered, pouring a stream of water into the tiny silver cup that Ruth alw

r bucket upside down. Instead of dispensing nectar, this little cu

hing you are my s

ief. "You can tell me exactly what you think of me. Ruth and Grac

vised Miss Sallie. "It is just as well you have on a t

the table. Miss Sallie was sure to be in a good hu

y Ruth and Bab, who were in front, came to a sudden stop. "Hurrah!" they s

in her excitement, but Grace and Miss

do stop the wagon!" The little log cab

ng leap over the wheel of the cart. "The logs are the soft, brown color of

circle of pine and cedar trees hid it from sight. All around it were thick woods. Higher hills r

his wife. Miss Sallie sat by the big fire in the living room and gave directions. Adjoining this big room, which ran across

rm; Grace, Barbara and Mollie followed them; around an

a nail over Miss Sallie's rough pine wood dressing table. Her favorite toilet ar

ur willing slaves have performed for your comfort! Everythi

h a real shudder of horror. "It is the lack of a prope

wonderful sunset." Overhead Miss Sallie beheld a golden radiance that bathed the hillto

no one would suggest going in to bed. Every now and then Mollie would tumble forward and awake with a start. She was half liste

on that so

realms where

erful adventures we shall have in this forest? Perhaps we shall awaken a wood nymp