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“
Do
you
think
we
were
for
getting
it
?
”
he
asked
.
The
Angel
could
only
nod
.
Freckles
heaved
a
deep
sigh
of
relief
.
“
Well
,
if
that
ain
’
t
the
hardest
work
I
ever
did
in
me
life
!
”
he
exclaimed
.
“
It
’
s
no
wonder
the
Bird
Woman
’
s
for
coming
out
of
the
swamp
looking
as
if
she
’
s
been
through
a
fire
,
a
flood
,
and
a
famine
,
if
that
’
s
what
she
goes
through
day
after
day
.
But
if
you
think
we
got
it
,
why
,
it
’
s
worth
all
it
took
,
and
I
’
m
glad
as
ever
you
are
,
sure
!
”
They
put
the
holders
in
the
case
,
carefully
closed
the
camera
,
set
it
in
also
,
and
carried
it
to
the
road
.
Then
Freckles
exulted
.
“
Now
,
let
’
s
be
telling
the
Bird
Woman
about
it
!
”
he
shouted
,
wildly
dancing
and
swinging
his
hat
.
“
We
got
it
!
We
got
it
!
I
bet
a
farm
we
got
it
!
”
Hand
in
hand
they
ran
to
the
north
end
of
the
swamp
,
yelling
“
We
got
it
!
”
like
young
Comanches
,
and
never
gave
a
thought
to
what
they
might
do
until
a
big
blue
-
gray
bird
,
with
long
neck
and
trailing
legs
,
arose
on
flapping
wings
and
sailed
over
the
Limberlost
.
The
Angel
became
white
to
the
lips
and
gripped
Freckles
with
both
hands
.
He
gulped
with
mortification
and
turned
his
back
.
To
frighten
her
subject
away
carelessly
!
It
was
the
head
crime
in
the
Bird
Woman
’
s
category
.
She
extended
her
hands
as
she
arose
,
baked
,
blistered
,
and
dripping
,
and
exclaimed
:
“
Bless
you
,
my
children
!
Bless
you
!
”
And
it
truly
sounded
as
if
she
meant
it
.
