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So
,
by
shifting
the
pins
a
little
,
they
obtained
comfort
for
which
they
blessed
the
Angel
every
day
.
When
they
came
to
the
sleeping
-
tent
,
they
consulted
her
about
that
.
She
explained
the
general
direction
of
the
night
breeze
and
indicated
the
best
position
for
the
tent
.
Before
anyone
knew
how
it
happened
,
the
Angel
was
standing
on
the
wagon
,
directing
the
location
and
construction
of
the
cooking
-
shack
,
the
erection
of
the
crane
for
the
big
boiling
-
pots
,
and
the
building
of
the
store
-
room
.
She
superintended
the
laying
of
the
floor
of
the
sleeping
-
tent
lengthwise
,
So
that
it
would
be
easier
to
sweep
,
and
suggested
a
new
arrangement
of
the
cots
that
would
afford
all
the
men
an
equal
share
of
night
breeze
.
She
left
the
wagon
,
and
climbing
on
the
newly
erected
dining
-
table
,
advised
with
the
cook
in
placing
his
stove
,
table
,
and
kitchen
utensils
.
When
Freckles
returned
from
the
tree
to
join
in
the
work
around
the
camp
,
he
caught
glimpses
of
her
enthroned
on
a
soapbox
,
cleaning
beans
.
She
called
to
him
that
they
were
invited
for
dinner
,
and
that
they
had
accepted
the
invitation
.
When
the
beans
were
steaming
in
the
pot
,
the
Angel
advised
the
cook
to
soak
them
overnight
the
next
time
,
so
that
they
would
cook
more
quickly
and
not
burst
.
She
was
sure
their
cook
at
home
did
that
way
,
and
the
CHEF
of
the
gang
thought
it
would
be
a
good
idea
.
The
next
Freckles
saw
of
her
she
was
paring
potatoes
.
A
little
later
she
arranged
the
table
.
She
swept
it
with
a
broom
,
instead
of
laying
a
cloth
;
took
the
hatchet
and
hammered
the
deepest
dents
from
the
tin
plates
,
and
nearly
skinned
her
fingers
scouring
the
tinware
with
rushes
.
She
set
the
plates
an
even
distance
apart
,
and
laid
the
forks
and
spoons
beside
them
.
When
the
cook
threw
away
half
a
dozen
fruit
-
cans
,
she
gathered
them
up
and
melted
off
the
tops
,
although
she
almost
blistered
her
face
and
quite
blistered
her
fingers
doing
it
.
Then
she
neatly
covered
these
improvised
vases
with
the
Manila
paper
from
the
groceries
,
tying
it
with
wisps
of
marshgrass
.
These
she
filled
with
fringed
gentians
,
blazing
-
star
,
asters
,
goldenrod
,
and
ferns
,
placing
them
the
length
of
the
dining
-
table
.
In
one
of
the
end
cans
she
arranged
her
red
leaves
,
and
in
the
other
the
fancy
grass
.
Two
men
,
watching
her
,
went
away
proud
of
themselves
and
said
that
she
was
“
a
born
lady
.
”
She
laughingly
caught
up
a
paper
bag
and
fitted
it
jauntily
to
her
head
in
imitation
of
a
cook
’
s
cap
.
Then
she
ground
the
coffee
,
and
beat
a
couple
of
eggs
to
put
in
,
“
because
there
is
company
,
”
she
gravely
explained
to
the
cook
.
She
asked
that
delighted
individual
if
he
did
not
like
it
best
that
way
,
and
he
said
he
did
not
know
,
because
he
never
had
a
chance
to
taste
it
.
The
Angel
said
that
was
her
case
exactly
—
she
never
had
,
either
;
she
was
not
allowed
anything
stronger
than
milk
.
Then
they
laughed
together
.
She
told
the
cook
about
camping
with
her
father
,
and
explained
that
he
made
his
coffee
that
way
.
When
the
steam
began
to
rise
from
the
big
boiler
,
she
stuffed
the
spout
tightly
with
clean
marshgrass
,
to
keep
the
aroma
in
,
placed
the
boiler
where
it
would
only
simmer
,
and
explained
why
.
The
influence
of
the
Angel
’
s
visit
lingered
with
the
cook
through
the
remainder
of
his
life
,
while
the
men
prayed
for
her
frequent
return
.
She
was
having
a
happy
time
,
when
McLean
came
back
jubilant
,
from
his
trip
to
the
tree
.
How
jubilant
he
told
only
the
Angel
,
for
he
had
been
obliged
to
lose
faith
in
some
trusted
men
of
late
,
and
had
learned
discretion
by
what
he
suffered
.
He
planned
to
begin
clearing
out
a
road
to
the
tree
that
same
afternoon
,
and
to
set
two
guards
every
night
,
for
it
promised
to
be
a
rare
treasure
,
so
he
was
eager
to
see
it
on
the
way
to
the
mills
.
“
I
am
coming
to
see
it
felled
,
”
cried
the
Angel
.
“
I
feel
a
sort
of
motherly
interest
in
that
tree
.
”
McLean
was
highly
amused
.
He
would
have
staked
his
life
on
the
honesty
of
either
the
Angel
or
Freckles
;
yet
their
versions
of
the
finding
of
the
tree
differed
widely
.
“
Tell
me
,
Angel
,
”
the
Boss
said
jestingly
.
“
I
think
I
have
a
right
to
know
.
Who
really
did
locate
that
tree
?
”
