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At
their
feeding
-
ground
Freckles
set
down
his
old
pail
of
scraps
and
swept
the
snow
from
a
small
level
space
with
a
broom
improvised
of
twigs
.
As
soon
as
his
back
was
turned
,
the
birds
clustered
over
the
food
,
snatching
scraps
to
carry
to
the
nearest
bushes
.
Several
of
the
boldest
,
a
big
crow
and
a
couple
of
jays
,
settled
on
the
rim
and
feasted
at
leisure
,
while
a
cardinal
,
that
hesitated
to
venture
,
fumed
and
scolded
from
a
twig
overhead
.
Then
Freckles
scattered
his
store
.
At
once
the
ground
resembled
the
spread
mantle
of
Montezuma
,
except
that
this
mass
of
gaily
colored
feathers
was
on
the
backs
of
living
birds
.
While
they
feasted
,
Duncan
gripped
his
wife
’
s
arm
and
stared
in
astonishment
;
for
from
the
bushes
and
dry
grass
,
with
gentle
cheeping
and
queer
,
throaty
chatter
,
as
if
to
encourage
each
other
,
came
flocks
of
quail
.
Before
anyone
saw
it
arrive
,
a
big
gray
rabbit
sat
in
the
midst
of
the
feast
,
contentedly
gnawing
a
cabbage
-
leaf
.
“
Weel
,
I
be
drawed
on
!
”
came
Mrs
.
Duncan
’
s
tense
whisper
.
“
Shu
-
shu
,
”
cautioned
Duncan
.
Lastly
Freckles
removed
his
cap
.
He
began
filling
it
with
handfuls
of
wheat
from
his
pockets
.
In
a
swarm
the
grain
-
eaters
arose
around
him
as
a
flock
of
tame
pigeons
.
They
perched
on
his
arms
and
the
cap
,
and
in
the
stress
of
hunger
,
forgetting
all
caution
,
a
brilliant
cock
cardinal
and
an
equally
gaudy
jay
fought
for
a
perching
-
place
on
his
head
.
“
Weel
,
I
’
m
beat
,
”
muttered
Duncan
,
forgetting
the
silence
imposed
on
his
wife
.
“
I
’
ll
hae
to
give
in
.
’
Seein
’
is
believin
’
.
A
man
wad
hae
to
see
that
to
believe
it
.
We
mauna
let
the
Boss
miss
that
sight
,
for
it
’
s
a
chance
will
no
likely
come
twice
in
a
life
.
Everything
is
snowed
under
and
thae
craturs
near
starved
,
but
trustin
’
Freckles
that
complete
they
are
tamer
than
our
chickens
.
Look
hard
,
bairns
!
”
he
whispered
.
“
Ye
winna
see
the
like
o
’
yon
again
,
while
God
lets
ye
live
.
Notice
their
color
against
the
ice
and
snow
,
and
the
pretty
skippin
’
ways
of
them
!
And
spunky
!
Weel
,
I
’
m
heat
fair
!
”
Freckles
emptied
his
cap
,
turned
his
pockets
and
scattered
his
last
grain
.
Then
he
waved
his
watching
friends
good
-
bye
and
started
down
the
timber
-
line
.
A
week
later
,
Duncan
and
Freckles
arose
from
breakfast
to
face
the
bitterest
morning
of
the
winter
.
When
Freckles
,
warmly
capped
and
gloved
,
stepped
to
the
corner
of
the
kitchen
for
his
scrap
-
pail
,
he
found
a
big
pan
of
steaming
boiled
wheat
on
the
top
of
it
.
He
wheeled
to
Mrs
.
Duncan
with
a
shining
face
.
