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If this good weather keeps up, we're going to finish the first section of

tram ahead of time.

Hello.

Hi, Uncle Bill. How's everything in Vermont?

That's good.

Everything's nice in New York, too.

Good evening, sir.

Did you finish that ski tramp you were working on, Uncle Bill?

Because we want to take a ride on it.

Not a tramp, honey. It's a tram, and it's not finished.

Friends, you still on there?

Yes, sir.

Listen, it's beautiful up here. I want the kids to get a chance to enjoy it,

too. Now, just pack up a bunch of stuff and throw them all in the car tomorrow

morning. Come on up here for the weekend.

Needle! Sissy, we're all going to Vermont.

Oh.

Hello, Uncle Bill.

Well, I'd love to drive up, but I've already made other plans, and it's too

to change them.

I'm sure the children will enjoy it.

Do you mind?

No, no, that's all right, honey.

French, listen, get an early start in the morning. The roads aren't too hot

time of year.

We shall leave promptly at seven in the morning, sir.

Good, I'll get you up here about two.

That's right, sir.

Goodbye, sir.

Goodbye, Uncle Bill.

See you tomorrow, Uncle Bill.

So long, kids.

What are you looking for, Pa?

That book of the maps.

I want to see where we're going in Vermont.

Sissy, how come you'd rather go out with that teenager?

With a funny haircut and a voice that cracks.

Children.

Why does she call us children?

I guess because we are.

Here's Vermont.

Mr. French, will you show us where Uncle Bill is?

Oh, yes. Let me see now. He's here,

approximately 100 miles north of Bennington.

Bennington? We had that in American history last week. Remember, Jody? Uh

Where the Green Mountain Boys clobbered the British Redcoats.

Sorry, Mr. French.

No need to apologize, Jody. I don't take it personally.

Mr. French, what's this squiggly line right here?

Oh, that's the Green Mountain Trail.

Buffy, I don't think your uncle would approve of you chasing it atlas. See,

Green Mountain Trail, Buffy, is a historic byway.

It's the path taken by the Green Mountain Boys during the revolt of the

colonies. Could we see it?

Slight detour, which wouldn't take longer than, well, an hour at the most

Yes, we certainly can see it.

Now, children, it's time for dinner.

Mr. French, if the British Redcoats clobbered us, would we be British?

Yes, we'd all be subjects of the crown.

Come on.

Well, it's lucky we got that concrete for it yesterday, Bill. Why?

Word just came over the radio there's a blizzard coming up. Supposed to hit here

late this afternoon.

Well, that's all we need is a blizzard, Uncle.

We didn't hear anything about a blizzard, Uncle Bill.

Mr. French and Buffy and Jody left about an hour ago.

Well, good, then they'll probably get here before it hits.

Snow's going to be too deep to have much fun, though.

Well, if they hear about it on the car radio, they'll turn back.

Yeah, well, you call me if they do turn back.

Because I'm worried about them getting caught in a blizzard, that's why.

I'm sure glad you didn't hit that deer, Mr. Crouch.

Hey, so am I, Buffy, but I'm...

Afraid and swerving to avoid him, I've done considerable damage to the car.

As I would say, the axle is cracked.

Uncle Bill won't mind. We'll just tell him about the deer.

Yes, I know, but in the meanwhile, we have no way of telling him what's

to us.

Well, maybe somebody will come by and give us a ride.

Yes, it's possible. In the meanwhile, you and Jody get in the car and keep

while I... Where is Jody?

Oh, he just wanted to explore. Can I turn on the radio?

Yes, yes, yes. Jody?

Jody?

Jody?

Jody?

Here I am, Mr. Cratch.

Well, now I remain together. That is an order.

Yes, sir, Captain.

Captain?

I'm playing Green Mountain Boy, and this is the battlefield.

We interrupt this program to bring you the following news alert.

And now, the latest report about the blizzard sweeping New England.

Come out and play, Buffy. You can be a nurse.

One moment, Jody.

The storm, bringing with it a heavy snowfall, high winds, and the lowest

temperatures of the year, is expected to last through the night and tomorrow.

We now return you to your regularly scheduled program.

Oh, boy, Buffy, we can play in the snow.

Yeah, and all we have to do is just sit here and let the snow pile up.

Sit, indeed. You realize that the last farmhouse we pass is more than ten miles

back? Much too far to walk.

We can sleep in the car.

Mr. French, when I was out scouting for redcoats, I saw a cabin over there.

You did, Jody?

Well, that's good.

Come, Buffy, perhaps we've found an abode for the night.

Better leave a notice to our whereabouts. It's a...

Oh,

the temperature's dropped ten degrees in the last hour.

Well, that means the bludgers have gone ahead of us pretty soon.

What time are they due?

Not two. It's almost four now.

Well, maybe they heard about the storm and turned back.

No, let's just see what they call it if they did that. They're trying to get

here. I just hope they're not stuck someplace.

The door is locked, Mr. Friend.

It's a deserted cabin in the wilderness.

What place to spend the night?

Jody, just let me try, will you? Sometimes these primitive locks respond

penknife.

Let's go scout around.

Yeah. I wonder what's in this box.

Look at that little dog.

as agreeable as our New York apartment, but nevertheless quite cozy.

Oh, I'd hoped that we'd find a telephone here.

What do we do now?

I'm starting to get a little cold.

Oh, in that case, the first order of business is to light a fire.

There we are.

Excuse me, Buffy.

Oh, and in the meanwhile, may I suggest that, um...

Well, you look for possible food supplies and things like that, hmm?

I still got my candy bar, Mr. French. I'm sorry, but I ate mine on the way.

I'm going to look on the shelves for something else.

And I'll look in the cupboard.

Very good, Buffy.

And some candles.

I found a potato, Mr. Friend.

But it's kind of mushy.

Is?

Yeah, it's excessively mushy.

Inedible. I found some pots and pans, Mr. Frank, and some dishes, too.

Now all we need is something to put in them.

Mr. French, I'm getting hungry.

Me too.

I hope we find something not so mushy. I don't care what we find.

Uncle Bill says Mr.

French can even make an old shoe taste good.

Well, I trust that won't be necessary.

Somewhere safe and sound.

I hope that's them.

Hello.

Hello, Uncle Bill.

Oh, Sissy, I thought maybe it was French.

You mean you still haven't heard from them?

We're having a terrible snowstorm here in New York, and they say it's all over

New England, too.

Yeah, the radio said it was the worst blizzard in 20 years or something.

Yeah, yeah, I'm worried, too.

I'll call you later.

I'm going to call the state police again.

Hey, look what I found, Buffy, an apple.

You're a good searcher, Jody.

I hope Mr. French doesn't fall in the pond.

He's kind of heavy to be walking on ice.

I see his lantern.

That's one thing accomplished, children.

That's one thing we shall now have an abundance of drinking water when this

is melted.

Mr. French, we won't be hungry, too, because I found an apple.

Well, there's a good boy, Jody. Now we shall have two courses for dinner.

Two courses? But Jody only found one apple. What's the other course?

Ah, something hot and nourishing.

Tastes good, too.

And just think, all it is is hot melted ice with a chocolate bar.

Just like we read in Robinson Crusoe.

Well, thank you, children. I'm glad you're enjoying it.

Aren't you going to have any hot chocolate, Mr. French?

Well, no, I think not. I've been planning to go on a diet.

Are we going to sleep, Mr. French?

Well, as did your ancestral forefathers, on a bare skin in front of a warm fire.

Where are you going to sleep?

Me? I shall sit by the stove and replenish it during the night so that

wake in the morning, our abode will be warm and snug.

Will it still be blizzarding in the morning?

Yes, I'm afraid so. I wish we could tell Uncle Bill that we're safe. He's

probably awful worried.

He won't be too worried because he knows that we're with Mr. French.

Oh, I think he'll be very worried, but unfortunately, there's no way I can

communicate with him.

All right, now, put on your coats and then off to bed, such as it is.

There we are.

Here you are.

Thanks. Good night, Mr. Frank. Good night. Good night, Jody.

He sent a teletype to the Massachusetts and Connecticut State Police.

So far, they've no reports of any accidents involving a car or passengers

your description.

Well, that's a relief.

If they're okay, I don't know why we haven't heard from them.

A lot of the telephone lines are down.

Yes.

Hello?

Oh, sure, just a minute.

It's your niece calling from New York.

Hello?

Uncle Bill, have you heard anything?

No, not a word that could be anywhere between here and New York.

Well, I'm going to sit right here by this phone all night if necessary.

All we can do is rely on friends.

I'll call you later.

Okay.

Any time of letting up?

It's getting worse.

Judy, it's too dark to be morning.

Listen. To what?

That.

What is it?

It could be a whole lot of things.

Like what?

Maybe it's a wolf scratching to get in.

Sounds pretty loud for wolf scratching.

it's an Indian with a tomahawk.

Jody, we better wake up Mr. French.

No. Maybe it's nothing.

And then Mr. French will think that we're scaredy cats.

Jody, I think it's something.

Like what?

Like a great big mean old bear.

I don't think there's any bears in Vermont, Buffy.

What do you think we're sleeping on?

Yeah. We better wake up Mr. Pratt.

Okay.

knocking against the side of our cabin.

See, Buffy, I told you there was nothing to worry about.

Thank you, Mr. Frank.

You're welcome, Buffy.

One minute. Let me shake some of this snow off.

Blizzard's starting to light up.

Yeah. At least the wind's dying down.

Well, they'll probably hold up in some farmhouse.

Yeah, but where? Where do we start looking for them?

Got some information, Mr. Davis.

A toll bridge collector remembers them crossing into Vermont yesterday about

noon. A stout gentleman with a beard and two children.

How far away is that bridge?

About 100 miles.

Doesn't exactly narrow it down.

Hello?

Uncle Bill, I think I found something.

Your atlas in the den was open to a map of Vermont.

And there's a side road off the main highway, and it's marked in pencil.

Where? How far from here?

Well, it's not too far. Just about 50 miles.

And it's called Green Mountain Trail.

Yeah, I know where that is. We passed it on the way up here.

Sure. Okay, honey, thanks. We got a direction anyway.

Okay, bye.

We think it's a detour off the main road to Green Mountain Trail.

Let's go.

Stay in case we get a call.

No

stop,

Mr. Friend. Can we go out and play?

No, Jody, we'd better stay together, and as soon as possible, we'll go out and

try to find the nearest farmhouse.

To call Uncle Bill?

Right. I'm worried about him in all this storm.

If only we had a dog sled.

Or a snowmobile.

Now, Jody, I'm afraid in this case, all we can do is bundle up, pull on our

galoshes, and rely on our legs for the journey.

I hope that farmhouse has pancakes.

Bacon, too.

How soon do we start?

Immediately after breakfast.

Breakfast without food?

I guess we're going to have to eat this old mushy potato.

That's all there is.

Not quite, Jody, not quite. Remember beneath the ice of that pond there are

swimming.

How are you going to catch them?

Now, I believe that this paraphernalia is for ice fishing.

You chop a hole with this axe in the ice.

You take a cord out of here, drop it through the ice.

And if you catch anything, you put it in here.

Also, you should take this potato and use a bit of it for bait, you see.

Bam. Ah, so any luck at all... Oh, by the way, while

I'm out there, I think it might be a good idea for you two to wash your

comb your hair, and brush your teeth. Now, you'll find plenty of cold water

there in the bucket.

You mean just like at home?

Even when we're stuck out here in the woods?

Precisely. Just because we're stuck out here in the woods, as you say, there's

no reason to forget that you're a civilized lady and gentleman.

Bye. Bye.

Bye -bye.

Don't forget to walk.

What's the fun of being lost if you've got to be civilized?

I guess that's why the Redcoats didn't win.

The Green Mountain Boys clobbered them while they were washing for breakfast.

Broken axle.

I hope they didn't try to walk. It's 20 miles to the highway.

The writer of this note and two small children have found refuge from the

blizzard in the cabin a hundred yards straight ahead.

We'd be most grateful for your assistance, Charles French.

Perhaps one might fall off one's diet.

Uncle Bill! Uncle Bill!

Uncle Bill!

We were worried that you were worried. Well, I guess I was, too. Oh, good

morning, sir.

If you and your friend are hungry, you've arrived just in time for

I'm ready for that.

We're having fish.

Mr. French caught them through the eyes.

And last night for dinner, we had hot chocolate. And fried apple, too.

You went ice fishing, huh?

Yes, sir. It was a bit nippy, but most enjoyable.

I'll be back in a minute. I want to call headquarters on the radio and tell them

we found you.

Okay, listen, call Pete at the lodge, will you, and have him call my niece in

New York and tell her everything's okay.

Sure.

Here we are, sir.

Sizzling trout right out of the water.

Well, that's going to be the best fish I ever tasted.

I hope so, sir.

However, it does lack a little parsley and lemon.

However, sir, sometimes one has to do without

you