Even the mud-wasps and tumble-bugs that hadn't
been bid come and took part when they see the dirt a-flyin'. Ant Red
set on the clover-head and teetered.
"Now, down to this present minute," concluded Zene, "you never pick
up an apple and find a red ant walkin' out of it. If ants is there,
it's one of them poor black fellers that was shut up at the apple-bee,
and they walk out brisk; as if they's glad to find daylight once more."
CHAPTER IX.
THE GREAT CAMP MEETING.
Towards evening of the next day the broken wagon wheel was replaced.
By that time the children were not more anxious to move forward than
was Grandma Padgett. So just before sunset they broke up camp and
moved along the country road until the constellations were swinging
overhead. Zene took the first good crossway that led to the 'pike,
and after waiting to be sure that the noses of Old Hickory and Old
Henry were following, he jogged between dewy fence rows, and they
came to the broad white ribbon of high road, and in time to the
village of Somerford, having progressed only ten miles that day.
Bobaday and Corinne were so sleepy, and their departure from
Somerford next morning was taken at such an early hour, that they
remembered it only as a smell of tallow candles in the night,
accompanied by a landlady's head in a ruffled nightcap.
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