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Then Daddy Martin nailed a heavy blanket over the window to keep out the cold wind, though a little did come in, and snow also.
"Did you and Uncle Frank dig a path out to the barn?" asked Teddy, when the excitement over the broken window had died down.
"Not yet," answered his father. "I guess we'll have to make a tunnel."
"Oh, a real tunnel, like railroad trains go through?" cried Ted.
"Yes, only made of snow instead of earth and rocks. We're going to make a snow tunnel."
"Oh, that'll be fun!" exclaimed Jan.
CHAPTER XVII
IN A BIG DRIFT
"What are you men going to do now?" asked Mrs. Martin, as her husband and Uncle Frank sat near the stove in the kitchen warming their feet, for they were very cold, having come in after a second attempt to make a path to the barn.
"We're going to try a tunnel," said Mr. Martin. "The snow is too deep between the back door and the barn to try to shovel a path through it.
As fast as we toss the snow away it blows in again and fills up the path so we can hardly get back to the starting place. Now if we begin in front of the house, where there is a big drift, we can tunnel out to the side of the barn."
"What good will that do?" asked Aunt Jo.
"When we make a tunnel it will have a top on it, like a roof over a house. It will be a long snow house, the tunnel will, and the snow can't blow in and fill it up."
"But what will you do with the snow you dig out of the tunnel?" Mrs.
Martin enquired. "You'll have to dig ahead and pile the snow back of you and you'll be just as badly off."
"No," said her husband. "In front of the house is a big drift that goes all the way to the barn. But one side of the drift, near the house, is low and we can make a hole there to start. Then as we dig away the snow we can bring it back to this hole and dump it outside. If we work long enough we'll have a tunnel right through to the barn."
"In what will you carry the snow out of the tunnel?" asked Aunt Jo.
"In the big clothes baskets," answered Daddy Martin. "A tunnel is the only way I can see by which we can get out to the barn. Come on, Uncle Frank! If your feet are warm enough we'll begin. The horse and cow will be glad to see us."
"Can't you make a place so the children can watch you?" asked Mother Martin. "I can't have them in the playroom now as the window is broken.
Sc.r.a.pe off some snow around the front windows so they can see what you're doing."
"We will," promised Uncle Frank.
So before he and Daddy Martin began to dig the tunnel they made a cleared place in front of one of the parlor windows so a view could be had of the big drift where the tunnel was to be started.
"Oh, I wish I could dig!" cried Ted.
"So do I!" echoed Janet.
"Don't you Curlytops open any more windows, or try to get out where your father and Uncle Frank are making the tunnel," warned Mrs. Martin. "This storm is getting worse instead of stopping."
So the children stayed by the window and watched.
With their big, wooden shovels and the big clothes baskets in which to pile the snow they dug from the tunnel, Daddy Martin and Uncle Frank started off to their work.
As the children's father had said, there was a large drift near the front of the house. On one side it sloped sharply to the ground, making a sort of snow wall, almost straight up and down. It was in the middle of this snow wall that the tunnel hole was to be started.
"Well, here we go!" cried Uncle Frank, as he waved his shovel at the watching children in the window.
He made a jab into the snow wall, and cut out a big square chunk of whiteness. This he tossed back of him out of the way. For a time this could be done, and there was no need to use the baskets. But as the tunnel was dug farther in, the pile of white flakes would have to be carried out. As the tunnel was only going to be big enough for one person to walk in at a time, and not wide enough for two to go side by side, the two men were to take turns digging, one using the shovel and the other bringing out the clothes basket filled with snow which would be emptied outside.
"Oh, I can't see Uncle Frank any more!" cried Ted, who was eagerly watching with his sister and Trouble.
"Where's he gone?" asked Janet.
"He's dug a hole for himself inside the snow bank--in the tunnel--and I can't see him now. He's away inside! Oh, what fun! I wish we could be in there," he added.
"So do I," echoed Janet. "Maybe we can when it gets warmer and the snow stops coming down."
"We'll ask mother," decided Teddy.
"I see my papa!" suddenly called Trouble. "He's bringin' out de clothes!"
"No, that's a basket of snow he has," said Janet with a laugh, for her father had just then come out of the tunnel with the first load of snow that had been dug loose by Uncle Frank.
From then on, for some time, the children had a sight of their father or their Uncle Frank only once in a while, as either one or the other came to the mouth of the tunnel to empty the basket filled with snow.
Sometimes it would be Daddy Martin and again Uncle Frank, as they were taking turns.
"I guess the tunnel must be most finished," said Janet, when they had been watching for some time.
"Anyhow here they come in," added Teddy, as he heard a noise at the back of the house.
"Did you tunnel your way to the barn?" asked Mrs. Martin, as her husband and Uncle Frank came into the kitchen.
"Not yet. It's farther than we thought, and hard work," answered Mr.
Martin. "We came in to get some dinner and then we're going at it again."
"And will you see if Nicknack is all right when you get out to the barn?" asked Teddy.
"I surely will," promised his father. "I thought I heard him bleating when I first went out, so I guess he's all right."
"Couldn't you bring him into the house?" asked Janet.
"He's lonesome out there," added Ted.
"Bring your goat into the house?" cried Mother Martin. "Oh, my goodness, no!"
"Then we'd like to go out and see him," went on Teddy.