On the Peninsula Division of the C. & N. W. they did not travel
as fast as they had been running, and before Hobart Forks was
announced on the last local train they traveled in, Nan Sherwood
certainly was tired of riding by rail. The station was in
Marquette County, near the Schoolcraft line. Pine Camp was
twenty miles deeper in the Wilderness. It seemed to Nan that she
had been traveling through forests, or the barren stumpage where
forests had been, for weeks.
"Here's where we get off, little girl," Uncle Henry said, as he
seized his big bag and her little one and made for the door of
the car. Nan ran after him in her fur clothing. She had found
before this that he was right about the cold. It was an entirely
different atmosphere up here in the Big Woods from Tillbury, or
even Chicago.
The train creaked to a stop. They leaped down upon the snowy
platform. Only a plain station, big freight house, and a company
of roughly dressed men to meet them. Behind the station a number
of sleighs and sledges stood, their impatient horses shaking the
innumerable bells they wore.
Nan, stumbling off the car step behind her uncle, came near to
colliding with a small man in patched coat and cowhide boots, and
with a rope tied about his waist as some teamsters affect.
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