The Rover Boys on Snowshoe Island , Arthur M. Winfield
The Rover Boys on Snowshoe Island
Arthur M. Winfield
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The Rover Boys, or The Rover Boys Series for Young Americans, was a popular juvenile series written by Arthur M. Winfield, a pseudonym for Edward Stratemeyer. Thirty titles were published between 1899 and 1926 and the books remained in print for years afterward. The Rover Boys on Snowshoe Island, or, The Old Lumberman's Treasure Box was published in 1918. The original Rover Boys were brothers Tom, Sam, and Dick Rover, the sons of wealthy widower Anderson Rover, who entrusted his brother and sister-in-law, Randolph and Martha, to the rearing of the boys. As the series progressed the brothers became smitten with Dora, Nellie and Grace Stanhope, the daughters of a wealthy widow.

The Rover Boys on Snowshoe Island

or, The Old Lumberman's Treasure Box

Arthur M. Winfield


Chapter I
Fun on the Ice

“Everybody ready?”

“Sure! Been ready half an hour.”

“Wait a minute, Frank, till I tighten my skate strap,” cried Fred Rover, as he bent down to adjust the loosened bit of leather.

“Hurry up, Fred, we don’t want to stand here all day,” sang out his Cousin Andy gaily.

“That’s it! I want to win this race,” broke in Randy Rover, Andy’s twin brother.

“Now remember, the race is to be to the old white pine and back,” announced the starter. “Every contestant has got to touch the tree before he starts to come back; otherwise he’ll be counted out.”

“You ought to have a pistol to start us with,” came from Jack Rover.

“I guess my old locomotive whistle will do for that,” answered Frank Newberry. He paused to look at the line of skaters. “Now then, everybody on the job!” and a loud whistle rent the air.

Instantly there was a scurry of skates, and off the line started across Clearwater Lake to where a blasted pine tree reared its naked trunk against the skyline.

It was a Saturday afternoon in early winter, and the cadets of Colby Hall Military Academy were out in force to enjoy themselves on the smooth ice of the lake, near which the school was located. The cadets had been amusing themselves in various ways, playing tag and hockey, and in “snapping the whip,” as it is called, when Gif Garrison, at the head of the athletic association, had suggested a race.

“We might as well find out who is the best skater in the school,” Gif had said.

“Right you are,” had come from his particular chum, Spouter Powell. “Let us get up a race by all means.”

With so many cadets who could skate well, it was an easy matter to arrange for the contest. To make the matter more interesting, one of the Hall professors, Mr. Brice, said he would give some prizes to the pupils coming in first, second and third.

“I’ll give a fine book of adventures to the first cadet, and also books to the others,” Mr. Brice announced. He was still a young man, and in hearty sympathy with everything in the way of outdoor sports.

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