"I don't know anything about the tramps," laughed grandpa, "and I
don't believe there are any on the island, though it is a large one,
and it will take two or three days for us to walk all about it.
"As for the shooting star, which Teddy thinks about so much, I really
didn't see it fall, and all I know is what the old men in the village
have told me. It was many years ago."
"And did you ever see the blue light?" asked Ted, thinking of what he
and his sister had seen the night they were coming home from the
little visit to Hal Chester.
"No, I never did; though I'd like to, so I might know what it was."
"Children, how is grandpa ever going to tell you a story if you keep
asking him so many questions?" laughed Mrs. Martin.
"All right--now we'll listen," promised Teddy, and Grandpa Martin told
a tale of when he was a little boy, and lived further to the north and
on the edge of a big wood where there were bears and other wild
animals. His father was a good hunter, Grandpa Martin said, and often
used to kill bears and wolves, for the country was wild, with never so
much as one automobile in it.
Grandpa finished his story of the olden days by telling of once when
he was a small boy, coming home through the woods toward dark one
evening and being chased by a bear. But he crawled into a hollow log
where the bear could not get him, and later his father and some other
hunters came, shot the bear and got the little boy safely out.
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