And right to sleep again I went . * * * * * Our fifth day began ominously . We had made an early start and had driven about six miles when the calamity occurred . Kate turned a corner too sharply , to avoid a big boulder ; there was a heart-breaking sound . `` The tongue of the wagon is broken , '' cried Kate in dismay . All too surely it was . We looked at each other blankly . `` What can we do ? '' I said . `` I 'm sure I do n't know , '' said Kate helplessly . When Kate felt helpless I thought things must be desperate indeed . We got out and investigated the damage . `` It 's not a clean break , '' said Kate . `` It 's a long , slanting break . If we had a piece of rope I believe I could fix it . '' `` Mr. Lonsdale 's piece of rope ! '' I cried . `` The very thing , '' said Kate , brightening up . The rope was found and we set to work . With the aid of some willow withes and that providential rope we contrived to splice the tongue together in some shape .
Although the trail was good we made only twelve miles the rest XXXXX the day , so slowly did we have to drive .
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