Soon the boys began to prod the old fellow rather too much for his
comfort, for there are certain vulnerable places upon a turtle, and
one of these is his wrinkled neck. The stick bothered him so he
began twisting his snaky head about angrily and snapping at the boys,
hissing savagely, finally clinging obstinately to the stick, so that
the boys managed to raise him and turn him upon his back where he
waved his flippers helplessly, trying in vain to right himself and
crawl away.
"Oh, oh, Joe, look! see! why, here's a date. It says--why, it says
'1825'; it surely does, see!"
"Great Scott, Dick, it surely does," cried Joe excitedly, as he read
the worn date cut in the shell. "Why, it's grandfather's old
snapper, the one he thinks bit off his toe when he was a boy. This
old fellow must be terribly old; he was big when grandfather first
saw him and grandfather's awful old. Oh, if we could only get him
back to camp. Tell you what, before anything happens, let us carve a
date right under this one. Give me your knife, Dick." So, together,
the boys carved 1913 right under the old date. By prodding the old
turtle they made him seize the stick again firmly and together they
managed to lift him into their wagon, leaving him helplessly waving
his flippers, flat upon his back.
Soon they started for home, but not a minute too soon, for a
thunderstorm was beginning to travel over the mountain. Before they
were half-way home it began, and the colt, frightened by the rattle
of the thunder in the mountain passes, broke and ran. The old wagon
swayed and bounced from side to side and the boys had all they could
do to manage the colt. They were glad enough to reach camp, finally,
and not until they drove to the shed did they remember the snapping
turtle, but, to their dismay when they looked for him, he was gone.
"It's a shame!" exclaimed Dick. "I wanted grandfather to see him.
Hold the lantern, Joe; perhaps he's slid away under the seat." But
they searched in vain, for during their wild ride the old Tyrant had
righted himself and slid off the tail end of their wagon.
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