But this was an exceptional day, and, besides, Reddy was quite an
original chap. He had taken one of the borrowed roosters into his room
the night before, and when, early in the morning, Mr. Chanticleer had
mounted the footboard of the bed, flapped his wings and given vent to his
opinion of a boy who persisted in sleeping at that late hour of the day,
the noise was too much for even Reddy's drowsy sensibilities.
[Illustration: Fig. 65. Off to the Island.]
[Illustration: The Ledge below the Goblins' Platform.]
[Illustration: The Camp at Willow Clump Island.]
The Trip to the Island.
Our scow was not large enough to carry all the things we had to take with
us, but as Mr. Schreiner was going to take Uncle Ed up in his wagon, we
left the rest of our luggage for him to bring along. We boys walked the
eleven miles up the canal to Lumberville, towing the barge. It was a
tiresome task; but we divided the work into two-mile shifts, two boys
towing at a time and then each taking a mile ride as steersman in the
boat. It was about noon when we arrived at Lumberville, and then we had to
unload our boat before we could haul it out of the canal and down to the
river. The river on the Jersey side of the island was so shallow that we
waded across, pushing the boat ahead of us.
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