Runaway Home

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. Look out! Shouted Lucy. Then she stood speechless. She couldn't tell Mark what to look out for, but he knew. Dropping his ax, he sprang back from the tree he had been cutting and slipped a little on the softening March snow. It was a fortunate slip. It carried him out of the way of the second tree that came crashing to earth just where he had been standing.