Hi and welcome to Homeschool Story Time Week 5.
This week’s story takes place in the woods in the winter time.
In it, a boy named Roy learns how to have REAL fun from his Uncle Henry.
What that REAL fun is, I won’t say, but I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised.
Read on to find out what Roy learns from his uncle.
Real Fun
by Ruby Holmes Martyn
When Roy saw that Uncle Henry was in the shop getting the troughs and pails ready for the spring sap running, he made up his mind to ask if he couldn’t go to the maple orchard with the men. He had heard them tell so much about the happy days among the big maples that he had wanted to go for a long while, and it seemed to Roy that he must be large enough this year to take his turn at the sap gathering. He asked Uncle Henry about it first.
“Can’t I go to the sugar camp this year?”
Uncle Henry looked up from the buckets he was counting.
“Maybe you can! I’m ready enough to take you along for a week. But I want to tell you right here how it isn’t all fun up there in the sugar camp. You hear us talking about the best side of those days, and we don’t say anything about the backaches and such as that!”
Roy was a little surprised to hear Uncle Henry speak like that, but he was too brave to change his mind about going.
“There must be a lot of fun,” he said, “and it’s manly to do hard things.”
Uncle Henry nodded.
“So ’tis! That’s more real fun than playing at easy ones! If your folks are willing, get ready to start for the sugaring with me tomorrow morning. The yoke your father used when he was a boy is hanging up in the shop, and I guess your shoulders have grown broad enough to hold it on!” laughed Uncle Henry.
The very next morning they started for the sugar camp far up on the side of the mountain, and long before noontime they had built a fire in the log shack, and Roy was out in the woods helping Uncle Henry tap the maple trees.
Every minute after that was a busy one. The nights were crisp with frost, and the days were full of spring sunshine. For hours and hours each day Roy trudged through the snow wearing on his shoulders the yoke which had a pail hanging from either end, and after each trip into the woods he would turn two brimming pails of sap into the big kettle boiling over the fire.
Sometimes his legs ached, and he got tired tramping through the snow, and one pair of mittens grew quite useless for the holes worn in them. But he did not give up one bit of his share of the work.
For a whole week the sap ran freely, and then came the time for Roy to leave the men and go home.
“I’m going to miss you a whole lot!” declared Uncle Henry.
Roy laughed happily. He was going down the mountain on the ox team which was piled high with barrels of rich brown syrup.
“I’d like to stay!” he said. “I’ve learned about what you said before I came: that it’s more real fun doing hard things than ’tis to play at easy ones!”
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