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Soon
he
had
them
coming
—
red
,
gray
,
and
black
;
then
he
became
filled
with
a
vast
impatience
that
he
did
not
know
their
names
or
habits
.
So
the
winter
passed
.
Every
week
McLean
rode
to
the
Limberlost
;
never
on
the
same
day
or
at
the
same
hour
.
Always
he
found
Freckles
at
his
work
,
faithful
and
brave
,
no
matter
how
severe
the
weather
.
The
boy
’
s
earnings
constituted
his
first
money
;
and
when
the
Boss
explained
to
him
that
he
could
leave
them
safe
at
a
bank
and
carry
away
a
scrap
of
paper
that
represented
the
amount
,
he
went
straight
on
every
payday
and
made
his
deposit
,
keeping
out
barely
what
was
necessary
for
his
board
and
clothing
.
What
he
wanted
to
do
with
his
money
he
did
not
know
,
but
it
gave
to
him
a
sense
of
freedom
and
power
to
feel
that
it
was
there
—
it
was
his
and
he
could
have
it
when
he
chose
.
In
imitation
of
McLean
,
he
bought
a
small
pocket
account
-
book
,
in
which
he
carefully
set
down
every
dollar
he
earned
and
every
penny
he
spent
.
As
his
expenses
were
small
and
the
Boss
paid
him
generously
,
it
was
astonishing
how
his
little
hoard
grew
.
That
winter
held
the
first
hours
of
real
happiness
in
Freckles
’
life
.
He
was
free
.
He
was
doing
a
man
’
s
work
faithfully
,
through
every
rigor
of
rain
,
snow
,
and
blizzard
.
He
was
gathering
a
wonderful
strength
of
body
,
paying
his
way
,
and
saving
money
.
Every
man
of
the
gang
and
of
that
locality
knew
that
he
was
under
the
protection
of
McLean
,
who
was
a
power
,
this
had
the
effect
of
smoothing
Freckles
’
path
in
many
directions
.
Mrs
.
Duncan
showed
him
that
individual
kindness
for
which
his
hungry
heart
was
longing
.
She
had
a
hot
drink
ready
for
him
when
he
came
from
a
freezing
day
on
the
trail
.
She
knit
him
a
heavy
mitten
for
his
left
hand
,
and
devised
a
way
to
sew
and
pad
the
right
sleeve
that
protected
the
maimed
arm
in
bitter
weather
.
She
patched
his
clothing
—
frequently
torn
by
the
wire
—
and
saved
kitchen
scraps
for
his
birds
,
not
because
she
either
knew
or
cared
anything
about
them
,
but
because
she
herself
was
close
enough
to
the
swamp
to
be
touched
by
its
utter
loneliness
.
When
Duncan
laughed
at
her
for
this
,
she
retorted
:
“
My
God
,
mannie
,
if
Freckles
hadna
the
birds
and
the
beasts
he
would
be
always
alone
.
It
was
never
meant
for
a
human
being
to
be
so
solitary
.
He
’
d
get
touched
in
the
head
if
he
hadna
them
to
think
for
and
to
talk
to
.
”
“
How
much
answer
do
ye
think
he
gets
to
his
talkin
’
,
lass
?
”
laughed
Duncan
.
“
He
gets
the
answer
that
keeps
the
eye
bright
,
the
heart
happy
,
and
the
feet
walking
faithful
the
rough
path
he
’
s
set
them
in
,
”
answered
Mrs
.
Duncan
earnestly
.
Duncan
walked
away
appearing
very
thoughtful
.
The
next
morning
he
gave
an
ear
from
the
corn
he
was
shelling
for
his
chickens
to
Freckles
,
and
told
him
to
carry
it
to
his
wild
chickens
in
the
Limberlost
.
Freckles
laughed
delightedly
.
“
Me
chickens
!
”
he
said
.
“
Why
didn
’
t
I
ever
think
of
that
before
?
Of
course
they
are
!
They
are
just
little
,
brightly
colored
cocks
and
hens
!
But
’
wild
’
is
no
good
.
What
would
you
say
to
me
’
wild
chickens
’
being
a
good
deal
tamer
than
yours
here
in
your
yard
?
”
