Nub and Bow in History

By Michael Blair

Nub was my dad. His name was Lawrence. He is on the right. His brother Theodore is on the left. This picture was taken about 1948. Most of this book was put together to make fiction. This book is about two boys that were brothers growing up about 1910. It has a lot of history, religion and a cook book at the end.

Dad gave people nick names, mine was Bow, You pronounce it like Bow in (Bow and Arrows). Lots of names in which were used have been changed, like Bow for my uncle. The picture on the left of the back is of Earl Hamner and I. There isn't and drugs, killing, bed hopping or bad language in it. My other book that are out are (Nub and Bow) and (Between the Tracks).

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jun 7, 2011
• ISBN: 9781456768911

Michael Blair

Michael Blair’s first novel (If Looks Could Kill, M&S, 2001) was shortlisted for the 1999 Chapters Robertson Davies Prize as well as the 2001 Quebec Writers’ Federation First Book Prize. He published four more novels, including Depth of Field (Dundurn, 2009) and True Believers. He lived in Montreal with his family, and died in 2022.

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Contents

Chapter One Nub, Bow And The Caves

Chapter Two Nub And Bow At Mound City

Chapter Three Nub, Bow and the canal boats

Chapter four Nub, Bow and the trip

Chapter Five Nub, Bow and the reunion

Chapter Six Nub, Bow and Bow at camp Sherman

Chapter Seven Nub, Bow and the fire

Chapter Eight Bow at the Icehouse, Nub and the bear

Chapter Nine Nub, Bow and the Ferris Wheel

Chapter Ten Riot

Chapter Eleven Nub, Bow About General Custer and Chess

Chapter Twelve Nub, Bow and the Hawks

Chapter Thirteen Nub and Bow and the Shovelers

Chapter Fourteen Nub and Bow and another Grandma

Chapter Fifteen Nub, Bow and the Hobo

Chapter Sixteen Nub, Ted and the Windjammer

Chapter Seventeen Nub and Bow and the Showboat

Chapter Eighteen Nub Bow and the picnic and Race

Chapter Nineteen The day the earth Cracked

Chapter Twenty Alaska

Chapter Twenty-One Grandma McMillen’s diary

Chapter Twenty-Two Bug Mother’s Funeral

Chapter Twenty Three Eric’s out Door Cook Book

Chapter Twenty-Two Eric’s out Door Cook Book 1

Chapter Twenty-Four Songs and poems

Chapter Twenty Five Mike’s Pen Pall

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About the Author

I dedicate this book to my wife and to my mother with out them it would not have been written.

I grew up in a time that if you had a roof over your head and a warn house in the wintertime and food and clothes you were rich. My dad had a job at a near by factory. I also was taken to church and with God in your heart you are rich. If I knew then that I was going to write books when I got to be sixty, I would have studied harder.

If you don’t read anything else, please read this.

It is OK to be different.

Went I went to school there wasn’t anything as a L D student. If there were I would have been classified as L D.

If your speech was slow and you were tongue tied or couldn’t hear to good or if you had dyslexia or couldn’t see too well you would end up in the back of the room. Kids would beat up on me because they though I was different.

I was chased home by most of the schoolboys until I found it was a game for them. Since I was in the back of the room I couldn’t hear the teacher too well. When the teacher discovered that I hadn’t done what she said, she came back and hit me with her first in the middle of my back. That was sixty-three years ago and I still have pain in my back. Sometimes I have not been able to walk from this.

You should not laugh or make fun of others or old people. After they get up around seventy they mostly talk about sickness and doctors.

Some people are Paralyze from the neck down. Some people have dysconia which can give you pain and cripple you. Some people have Parkinson decease or even hiccups or stutter for years. Some people are Mongoloid or have Down syndrome and some have tourette. or other decease. Some have Lupus.

My mother told me that she didn’t think that I would ever make it through high school, but I did and even went to collage. I help pay for her and my sister collage.

We liked to travel. When I got old enough to get a car we could travel. I made money on a paper route so we could travel.

When I was twelve, with the money from my paper rout, I bought my first piece of land. Then I built a four-room house on my second piece of land. When I got a job at a mill, I bought more land. I later bought and rented houses and apartments.

I go to church because when everything else fails I can read the Bible and find help. If I work at it and try, I find out that I can live much better with God in my heart. There is even a place in the Bible that tells you what to eat so you can live a healthier life.

I took a speech course at work and was voted the number one speaker of the day, five times. So I started to write down every story in my life that I could remember. I got to seven hundred and decided to put them in a book called Between the Tracks which I got published. It is stories about my life and others and also when I traveled in Europe. I have started on two more books.

My mother liked to write and was good at it. She wrote for contests and won a lot. She won the money to build our home. She wanted to write a book but died before she was able to. I wrote this book because of her and my wife.

The book has some religion because when everything else fails you can read the Bible and find help. If you work at it and try, I found out that I could live much better with God in my heart. There is even a place in the Bible that tells you what to eat so you can live a healthier life.

The stories are about people and things that they might have done. Part of the farm is still there. Some of the book is fiction

because the stories were changed around a blt.

I play chess and wrote a chess book. I also have a pilot license and like to draw. The book called Between the Tracks. is stories about my life and others and also when I traveled in Europe. I have started on two more books.

I play chess and I like to fish and go fishing with my son. We have a boat and like to fish in Lake Erie.

Grandpa Jim Blair and Grandma Hannah were real people. They lived in the eighteen sixties. They were in the eighteen sixty census. I used McQuade as their last names.

They had a son called Reason Blair. He had a son called Henry Clayton Blair (I called him Morgan). He had a son called Lawrence Gilbert Blair (Nub) 2-28-1908 to 12-28-1973. He had a son called Michael Clay Blair 1-9-1937 (Your Author). Though Henry Clayton Blair was part of the family his name was skipped. Bow was the nickname that my dad called me. I used Bow as his brother. (Ted my dad’s brother’s name). Bow is pronounced like Bow and arrow.

Clint Frank McMillan and Dolly Brandon McMillan were Marguerite May McMillan Blair dad and Mother. They were my other Grandpa and Grandma. Bug was a nickname my dad called my mother. Marguerite McMillan Blair 5-39-1909 to 2-16-1992.

The Blair’s came from Scotland and Ireland to Maryland. They had a farm in Maryland. They raised horses on their farm. Then they came west with the railroad that they own parts in. all along the railroad they would get off and settle. James Blair settled in Home’s County near Mount Vernon, Ohio. From there they came to Ross County and Snake Hollow.

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I believe that there is too much trash on the Television, and it is

hurting our country. There is too much drugs, killing and bed hopping. I wanted to write a book that younger people could read. I also wanted to put in a touch of the Bible.

The History stories in this book are true all but where I put in my family in as being there and some of that is fiction.

Chapter 2 and 3 has some history.

Chapter 4 and 5 is about history of a flood in Johnstown Pennsylvania.

Chapter 6 is partly about the history of an army training grounds of Camp Sherman.

Chapter 7 is about the fire in Chillicothe, Ohio.

Chapter 8 is partly about the place where ice was made.

Chapter 10 is about a Prison Riot.

Chapter 16 is partly about the hurricane in Galveston Texas

Chapter 19 is about the Earthquake in California of 1909.

Chapter 19 is about a Dog Sled run with serum to Nome Alaska to save people from Diphtheria. in 1925.

Chapter 21 is part of my grandmother’s diary given to me by a cousin.

Chapter 22 is about my son’s cookbook.

Chapter 24 is about letters from a Pen Pall written to me in the fifties.

Any and all names the might be connected to any person, or for other reason living or dead is coincidental and have been change to protect all.

I needed help with this book because of the mistakes that I might have made in it. I had some people proofread some of my stories. This is a list of the people that gave me permission to use their names in the book as proofreaders. Big thanks to them and without them this book could not have been finished. I also dedicate this book to them.

My wife Mary Carlene (Wykle) Blair

Eric Blair

Jo Ellen Seitz

Jeanne Freeman Kirk

Cindy L. Hamner

Chris Henneberger

Janie West

Helen Woods Polen

Luvada White

Connie England

Beverly Sigler

Jan Harper

Davida McGehee

Three more that I couldn’t get them to write their names down.

I grew up in a four-room house. I was born in 1937. We considered we were rich. We had a roof over our heads and love and enough to eat. We also had God in our hearts.

If I knew that I was going to write a book when I retired, I would have studied in school harder. My first was called Nub and Bow. The second was called Between the Tracks. And now this one, Nub and Bow in History, and Side Track."

Chapter One Nub, Bow And The Caves

At a time when the war in Europe was taking everything that was needed, a lot of things were in short supply. We all went without a lot of things. Our men in the battlefields were in need of whatever that they could get. One of the things that were in short supply was gunpowder.

Since a lot of the food that was put on our tables was gotten from hunting, and the shells were getting less and less, this problem had to be addressed. Nub, Bow and their dad, Morgan, needed a way to get game.

Now Grandpa Jim was good with a bow and arrow and he had taught Morgan and the boys how to shot one, but it was much easier and quicker to use a shotgun to get game. Grandpa Jim had an idea, but it would take Nub and Bow to carry it out.

Grandpa Jim said to Morgan and the boys, What we need is as much potassium nitrate as we can get. I have the rest of the makin’s.

Bow said, What is it?

Nub said, How will that help? And what are you going to make?

Morgan said, Let your grandpa finish.

Grandpa Jim said, I have two muzzle loading, flint lock muskets. They are old but they are still in good working condition. All we need is the powder for them.

Nub said, And where do we get that?

Grandpa Jim said, About two miles past Onekama and up the Pere Marquette River.

Morgan said, I never heard of it.

Bow said, Where is that.

Nub said, How do we get there?

Grandpa Jim said, The best way for you to boys to go is by bicycle. It will take you about two days. You will need to camp out at least one night. It is out west of Chillicothe about twenty-seven miles.

Morgan said, I don’t know about that dad. Lydia might not hear to it.

Grandpa Jim said, They can handle it, I know they can. It will be good for them. Can you talk their mom into letting them go?

Morgan said, I can try.

Nub said, What are we going to do when we get there and what do we need?

Grandpa Jim said, Up the Pere Marquette River about a mile is some caves. In the caves bats live. You will make sure that you go into the caves at night when the bats are out of the caves. Make a torch for light and use it in the caves. Scrape up the top layer of dirt that will be the potassium nitrate that we will need for the fixens. I have the rest.

Morgan said, How did you know that there were bats caves there?

Grandpa Jim said, When I was a youngin my folks and I lived in the caves for a while.

Nub said, with a surprised look on his face, With the bats?

Grandpa Jim said, Yep, they won’t hurt you if you don’t bother them. But stay away from them if you can.

Morgan said, Just don’t mention the bats to Lydia.

Grandpa Jim said, She probably already knows.

Bow said, Why Nub and I?

Grandpa Jim said, Your dad will be busy on the farm. I am too old for that trip and you boys have two bicycles to make the trip with.

Nub said, When do we leave?

Grandpa Jim said, As soon as possible.

Morgan said, I’ll have a talk with their mother and you can leave in the morning.

Lydia stepped in about that time, she had heard the whole story. She said, „Well do I have anything to say about it?"

Morgan said, I was just coming to you.

Lydia said, „I don‘t want my boys to go that far."

Morgan said, They will be all right.

Lydia said, „I just won‘t have it, do you hear?"

Morgan said, "But I can’t go now with the farm in need to taking care of.»

Lydia said, „Find some other way."

Morgan said, There is no other way.

Grandpa Jim started out the door about that time and Lydia said, „Get yourself back in here, you started this."

As Grandpa Jim stopped to come back in, Grandma Hannah came in the front door, as she looked at Grandpa Jim, she said, Now what are you up to old man?

Grandpa Jim said, We need some black powder and the boys are the only ones that are free to go after it.

Grandma Hannah said, You mean up to the caves?

Grandpa Jim said, Yep.

Grandma Hannah said, Don’t you have any sense. I don’t blame Lydia for getting up set. You come on home and stay out of things that you have no business in.

Morgan said, But mom, we need the powder to get game for this winter to eat. The war in Europe has caused a shortage of supply and we need to do something to get food on the table.

Lydia said, „I didn‘t look at it that way."

Grandma Hannah said, Now don’t you start siding with this old man. He doesn’t know what he is talking about. You all can use a bow just like your dad’s taught you.

Grandpa Jim said, Yes and it will take twice as long to get the game that way.

Lydia said, „I think that I will have to go along with them this

time."

Grandma Hannah said, Well I am out numbered. There better not be anything that happens to those boys while they are gone. Nub, Bow do you think that you can get there and back all right, without getting hurt or lost.

Nub said, Yes Granny.

Bow said, We will take care of each other.

Lydia said, „You better."

Nub said, Can we go mom?

Lydia said, „What will be will be. I guess we do need the stuff that you were talking about, but don‘t you dare to get hurt or lost. Take care of each other or I will never let your dad forget it."

Bow said, We will get along all right.

Lydia said, „I will get up early and help you pack. I will fix the food that you will need on the trip."

Grandpa Jim said, I will get you some smoked meat out of the smoke house. You will have enough food for the trip, more than you need.

That night Lydia said an extra prayer for Nub and Bow to be watched over. It was going to be a long night and several days for Lydia. She knew that she would be worried until her boys were back home.

Lydia was the first one up that next morning. She was starting to fix breakfast. It was not quite daylight yet. She just stepped out the back door to smell the new morning air. She looked east and could see a light lining, of the sun’ rays that out lined the tops of the hills. She could feel the breeze coming through the big Oak Trees from out of the woods. Lydia loved her trees and enjoyed the beauty of them.

That night had been a short one. The next morning everyone was up early that is all but Sadie. She was able to sleep in a little more. Morgan helped Nub and Bow to get their bicycles ready and something to get the potassium nitrate in.

The trees were part of the life of the farm. The only trees that were ever cut were the fallen one that was used for wood, or to repair the fences and house. There was Oak, Maple, Ash, Sycamore, Hickory, and many more and Lydia loved every one of them.

Lydia was scared and worried about her boys going off on this trip but she knew that there wasn‘t any other way. Just looking at the trees and the woods a bit, was settling to her. Then she turned to go back into the kitchen.

The boys packed their sleeping rolls for the trip. Lydia fixed them their food for the next several days. Grandpa Jim came by with some fishing line and hooks because he knew that the creek that they were going up had some nice fish in it. That could also supply some of their food.

Now Nub and Bow were all packed and ready to go. Lydia gave them both a kiss and instructed them again to be careful and take care of each other. They both promised to watch out over the other. Morgan said, „Now Lydia you have done a good job of raising the boys and you should have enough faith in them by this time. They have been places on the bicycles before."

Lydia said, „I know it, but they are my boys and I still worry about them. Now you two go and be careful."

Grandpa Jim said, See you when you get back. Take care.

As Nub and Bow started out, Nub said, We will.

Bow said, See you in a couple of days.

As Lydia turn to go back into the house she still had a worried look on her face. Morgan put his arm around her and said, They will be O.K. I even said a prayer for them last night.

Lydia said, „You better and tonight too."

Nub and Bow rode their bicycles out of the yard just as it was getting daylight. They went east on the Snake Hollow Road and turn north on the Canal Road and headed for the town of Chillicothe.

They could have gone west on the Snake Hollow Road and gone up the Slop Creek Road but there were a lot of hills that away. Through Chillicothe were better roads and they knew more about that way. They had ridden their bicycle into Chillicothe before. If they had gone the other way, the roads were not as good. In some places the road might be rougher and hard to find. Most of the roads were dirt roads anyway.

They rode down the Snake Hollow passed the school building that was on the right and passed the Cemetery on the left and the Canal on the right. They had gone through the railroad underpass and onto the Canal Road heading north. This was going passed some locks of the Canal. The Scioto River and Canal were on their right and the railroad tracks were on their left. They went by the Peach Hollow Road.

Next they went under the railroad tracks again and crossed a creek that came through Groveton. Then they turned left onto the Chillicothe Pike. They had already passed the road to Groveton. The Chillicothe road was along on the west side of the Canal. On the west side of the road were farms.

Then up the road that ran beside Paint Creek where the side of the road fell straight down to the water. The trees had grown over the road like an arch that covered the road. It was like going through a tunnel. Then the road turned more to the north and passed a little county store.

Nub and Bow noticed the hills more in the road, as they had to pedal up each. The road had more hills in it than you would have thought. Going up a hill was harder but going down you could coast.

As they came into Chillicothe, from the south side, all that they heard were the tires of the bicycles running over the baked hard dirt roads and hitting some gravel now and then.

The road was rough and most of the road was dirt packed and hardened by the hot sun. On the next corner was a bar. As they came into Chillicothe, they had to cross a bridge that went over Paint Creek.

As they crossed the Paint Creek Bridge the tires on their bicycles made a different sound as it hit the board floor. This was kind of a hollow sound as the tires and wood came into contact. This was also an old-covered bridge and that help to add to the sound of wheels going over wood.

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Streetcar in the center. Horse and buggy. on left Motorcar on right.

After just a few minutes (they turn west up Main Street to head toward the place where the caves were to be. They still had about twenty miles to go west of Chillicothe. Grandpa Jim had made them a map just how to get there.)

As Grandpa Jim was walking home that morning, he saw Slick Willie on the house roof of the house that he lived in. Slick Willie lived there with his dad and mother. On the roof were also a couple of other boys.

They had camp out in the back yard the night before and early that morning had got on the roof to watch the stars and to see the sun come up. Slick Willie had found a loose shingle and he throw it with a twist of the wrist and it whirled far out into the neighbor’ field.

The shingle flew so good the Slick Willie and the other boys started to pull up more shingles and throw them. The better the shingles flew, the more they threw, till most of the roof, on the one side was bare of shingle.

Grandpa Jim said, Here, what are you boys doing?

This startled one of the boys and he got down from the roof and left. Slick Willie kept right on throwing the shingles. By this time Slick Willie’s dad had heard Grandpa Jim yell at the boys and had gotten out of bed to see what was going on.

Slick Willie’ dad had been on last trick at the factory and when he had gotten home it was early and he had not seen the boys on the back of the house. The boys had not started to throw the shingles as of yet. Then he came out of the house to see what was happening, he saw Grandpa Jim looking up at the roof of his house and he looked that way also.

Slick Willie’ dad saw that almost half of his house roof was torn off. He yelled at the boys, Get down from there.

Slick Willie and the other boy came down. The other boy took off running for home. Slick Willie’ dad yelled again, What in this world do you think that you are doing?

Slick Willie said, We were just having fun throwing and flying the shingles.

His dad asked, And what do you think that we are going to do when it rains?

Slick Willie said, with a sheepish look on his face, I don’t know?

His dad turn and looked at Grandpa Jim and said, Thank you Mr. McQuade for yelling at the boys, If you hadn’t done it, there wouldn’t have been any roof left.

As Grandpa Jim walked on, Slick Willie and his dad started to have a serious talk. Grandpa Jim could hear them half way down the road.

Now Slick Willie’s dad had to go to town and buy more shingles. Before he left, he told Slick Willie to pick up all the loose shingles. When his dad got back, he made Slick Willie help him

carry up the new shingles onto the roof and replace the roof.

Slick Willie’s dad didn’t get any sleep that day from working last trick. His dad made sure that Slick Willie would never forget that day, what he had done. It took them from daylight to dark to get the roof in shape if it would rain again.

Grandpa Jim went and got his hammer and then he went back to get Morgan. Morgan got his hammer also. They both went up to help put the roof back on. In this part of the country neighbors helped neighbors whenever they were needed. Not one had to ask.

Slick Willie’ dad asked Slick Willie that night after the roof was put back on, What made you do that?

Slick Willie said, We didn’t have anything else to do.

His dad said, Well, you are doing to have to find a way to pay for the shingles. As far as not having anything to do, do you see that hill side in back of the house with all the brush on it?

Slick Willie said, Yes.

His dad said, Clear it! That will give you something to do.

That morning as Nub and Bow were heading out from the center of the town of Chillicothe, they were ridding their bicycle over a brick street. The tires of the bicycles were making a kind of flop flop sound as they hit each bricks. This was much easier ridding on a hard top street than the dirt road that they were used to riding on.

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Riding a bicycle on a brick street.

They were not going too far. They were only going about a few miles to find the river and some caves. That would be where they might have to walk up the creek to get to where they were going.

It only took them about an hour to get to Chillicothe and the trip would take about another two hours or more. As they rode along, Nub and Bow were watching every little bird and insect and varmints along the road. They didn’t want to run into anything with their bicycles and maybe wreck.

The time went fast as they rode along. The traffic was light for this time in their lives. As they left Chillicothe they had to go down a long hill and they made better time going down a hill. They had to go through small towns and the firs

They turned right when they reached the end of the street heading toward the west. One village was so small they didn’t ever know that it was a village. It just looked like another couple of farmhouses along the road.

Now and then a car would pass and Nub would wave to the driver and say, Hi.

Sometimes Bow would get a mouth full of dust as a car would kick up the dust. Bow would say, I got a snoot full that time.

Nub would laugh and said, Hold your hand over your mouth and nose.

Bow said, Baa.

Sometimes the cars were not going much faster than the bicycles. Nub and Bow were making very good time. Bow said, Lets race to see who can get there first.

Nub said, You go ahead, I am just going to enjoy the country side. I am not going to be wore out when I get there.

After they had gone through the next town, which was Onekama, they came to a creek. This creek was just where Grandpa Jim said that it would be, but Grandpa Jim called it a river. They had followed grandpa directions right to the letter. This stream could have been called a river or creek by the size of it. And there again grandpa was much younger when he was here last and it might have seemed much bigger to him then.

They took their bicycle back into the woods as far as they could and locked them up to a tree. Their dad had fixed a couple sets of saddlebags for Nub and Bow to carry their things in and the jars to put the potassium nitrate in to keep it dry. Then Bow said, You take one set of saddle bags and I will take the other.

Nub said, All right.

They started to walk through the woods on the south side of the road. Sometimes they would find part of an old path and sometimes they would even have to climb over some fallen trees. The going was good at times and then other times it was bad.

Bow said, Lets walk the creek.

Nub said, Sounds fine with me.

Now both boys were used to the water and they put their shoes in the saddlebags and went

right out into the creek. They took their time and enjoyed the water on this hot summer’s day. The water was only about eighteen inches deep. Nub said, Lets go fishing, this looks like a good spot.

Bow said, "Go ahead, I am going to try to find the caves

first."

Nub said, I’ll go with you. I told mom that I would keep my eye on you if you need help.

Bow said, I don’t need help, but that is a good idea.

They hadn’t gone very far when Nub found something floating down the river. Nub said, Look at that.

As Nub reached out to get it, it was a man’s wallet, Bow said, What is it.

Nub looked inside and found a few dollars and the owner’s name. Nub said, Well someone will be missing it.

Bow said, What are we going to do with it.

Nub said, I don’t know. It belongs to a person by the name of Bob.

Bow said, Where does he live?

Nub said, I never heard of the place.

As Bow looked in the wallet with Nub, Bow said, That man will be missing it.

Nub said, We can give it to the first Sheriff that we see as we go back through town. I remember that we did passed the Sheriffs Office as we went through town.

Bow said, Sounds good to me.

About that time a boat with a man came around the bend in the river. Nub said, Hi Bob.

The man said, Hi. I don’t think that I ever saw you two before. How did you know my name?

Bow laughed as Nub said, Do you carry a Wallet?

Bob said, Yes, why do you boys plan to rob me?

Nub said, No.

As Bob slapped his back pocket, the expression on his face changed. He said, I did have a wallet but I don’t seem to have it now.

As Nub handed him the wallet, he said, Here is this yours?

Bob asked as he took the wallet, How in the world did you get it?

Nub said, We found it floating down the river.

Bob said, Boy, I am sure glad to get that back. Thank you. I am surely lucky that you found it.

Nub said, You are welcome.

Bob started to take some money out of this wallet and said, "I

want to give you something for finding it."

Nub said, No thanks, keep your money, we were just glad that we could help return it.

Bob said, That is all the money that I have. I sure was lucky that you came along. By the way what are you doing this far up the creek without a boat?

Bow said, Our grandpa told us about some caves in this area and we wanted to see them. We also wanted to do some fishing here, grandpa said that there use to be a good place to fish near some caves.

Bob said, Well you are near them now. They are just around the bend by the creek. Be careful of the fishing hole. It is deep. My uncle owns the land here and the caves belong to the state. I and sure that no one would mind if you want to see them. You can even spend the night there. Treat them like they were your own.

Nub and Bow made a new friend that day and they talked for a while. Then Bob had to leave to get back home. Nub and Bow went on around the bend in the creek to find the caves. They found the fishing hole and they could see some caves up on the sidewalls of the cliff that was next to the creek.

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One of the caves.

Nub and Bow went up on the bank and looked into several caves. They needed a rope to get into a couple of caves. They had

brought a rope along, just in case that it might be needed. Nub said, When Grandpa stayed in here I bet he didn’t realize how much nicer of place that he would have some day.

Bow said, I am surely glad that we have a nicer home.

Nub said, I am glad that I don’t have to live in here.

Bow asked, Do you reckon that grandma lived in a place like this?

Nub said, "She probably did. We just don’t know how lucky