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“
Hoot
,
lad
!
”
cried
Duncan
.
“
Make
yours
light
on
your
head
and
eat
out
of
your
hands
and
pockets
,
”
challenged
Freckles
.
“
Go
and
tell
your
fairy
tales
to
the
wee
people
!
They
’
re
juist
brash
on
believin
’
things
,
”
said
Duncan
.
“
Ye
canna
invent
any
story
too
big
to
stop
them
from
callin
’
for
a
bigger
.
”
“
I
dare
you
to
come
see
!
”
retorted
Freckles
.
“
Take
ye
!
”
said
Duncan
.
“
If
ye
make
juist
ane
bird
licht
on
your
heid
or
eat
frae
your
hand
,
ye
are
free
to
help
yoursel
’
to
my
corn
-
crib
and
wheat
bin
the
rest
of
the
winter
.
”
Freckles
sprang
in
air
and
howled
in
glee
.
“
Oh
,
Duncan
!
You
’
re
too
,
aisy
”
he
cried
.
“
When
will
you
come
?
”
“
I
’
ll
come
next
Sabbath
,
”
said
Duncan
.
“
And
I
’
ll
believe
the
birds
of
the
Limberlost
are
tame
as
barnyard
fowl
when
I
see
it
,
and
no
sooner
!
”
After
that
Freckles
always
spoke
of
the
birds
as
his
chickens
,
and
the
Duncans
followed
his
example
.
The
very
next
Sabbath
,
Duncan
,
with
his
wife
and
children
,
followed
Freckles
to
the
swamp
.
They
saw
a
sight
so
wonderful
it
will
keep
them
talking
all
the
remainder
of
their
lives
,
and
make
them
unfailing
friends
of
all
the
birds
.
Freckles
’
chickens
were
awaiting
him
at
the
edge
of
the
clearing
.
They
cut
the
frosty
air
around
his
head
into
curves
and
circles
of
crimson
,
blue
,
and
black
.
They
chased
each
other
from
Freckles
,
and
swept
so
closely
themselves
that
they
brushed
him
with
their
outspread
wings
.
