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McLean
laughed
,
for
Freckles
needed
to
see
or
hear
only
once
to
absorb
learning
as
the
thirsty
earth
sucks
up
water
.
The
Angel
placed
McLean
at
the
head
of
the
table
.
She
took
the
foot
,
with
Freckles
on
her
right
,
while
the
lumber
gang
,
washed
,
brushed
,
and
straightened
until
they
felt
unfamiliar
with
themselves
and
each
other
,
filled
the
sides
.
That
imposed
a
slight
constraint
.
Then
,
too
,
the
men
were
afraid
of
the
flowers
,
the
polished
tableware
,
and
above
all
,
of
the
dainty
grace
of
the
Angel
Nowhere
do
men
so
display
lack
of
good
breeding
and
culture
as
in
dining
.
To
sprawl
on
the
table
,
scoop
with
their
knives
,
chew
loudly
,
gulp
coffee
,
and
duck
their
heads
as
snapping
-
turtles
for
every
bite
,
had
not
been
noticed
by
them
until
the
Angel
,
sitting
straightly
,
suddenly
made
them
remember
that
they
,
too
,
were
possessed
of
spines
.
Instinctively
every
man
at
the
table
straightened
.
To
reach
the
tree
was
a
more
difficult
task
than
McLean
had
supposed
.
The
gang
could
approach
nearest
on
the
outside
toward
the
east
,
but
after
they
reached
the
end
of
the
east
entrance
there
was
yet
a
mile
of
most
impenetrable
thicket
,
trees
big
and
little
,
and
bushes
of
every
variety
and
stage
of
growth
.
In
many
places
the
muck
had
to
be
filled
to
give
the
horses
and
wagons
a
solid
foundation
over
which
to
haul
heavy
loads
.
It
was
several
days
before
they
completed
a
road
to
the
noble
,
big
tree
and
were
ready
to
fell
it
.
When
the
sawing
began
,
Freckles
was
watching
down
the
road
where
it
met
the
trail
leading
from
Little
Chicken
’
s
tree
.
He
had
gone
to
the
tree
ahead
of
the
gang
to
remove
the
blue
ribbon
.
Carefully
folded
,
it
now
lay
over
his
heart
.
He
was
promising
himself
much
comfort
with
that
ribbon
,
when
he
would
leave
for
the
city
next
month
to
begin
his
studies
and
dream
the
summer
over
again
.
It
would
help
to
make
things
tangible
.
When
he
was
dressed
as
other
men
,
and
at
his
work
,
he
knew
where
he
meant
to
home
that
precious
bit
of
blue
.
It
should
be
his
good
-
luck
token
,
and
he
would
wear
it
always
to
keep
bright
in
memory
the
day
on
which
the
Angel
had
called
him
her
knight
.
How
he
would
study
,
and
oh
,
how
he
would
sing
!
If
only
he
could
fulfill
McLean
’
s
expectations
,
and
make
the
Angel
proud
of
him
!
If
only
he
could
be
a
real
knight
!
He
could
not
understand
why
the
Angel
had
failed
to
come
.
She
had
wanted
to
see
their
tree
felled
.
She
would
be
too
late
if
she
did
not
arrive
soon
.
He
had
told
her
it
would
be
ready
that
morning
,
and
she
had
said
she
surely
would
be
there
.
Why
,
of
all
mornings
,
was
she
late
on
this
?
McLean
had
ridden
to
town
.
If
he
had
been
there
,
Freckles
would
have
asked
that
they
delay
the
felling
,
but
he
scarcely
liked
to
ask
the
gang
.
He
really
had
no
authority
,
although
he
thought
the
men
would
wait
;
but
some
way
he
found
such
embarrassment
in
framing
the
request
that
he
waited
until
the
work
was
practically
ended
.
The
saw
was
out
,
and
the
men
were
cutting
into
the
felling
side
of
the
tree
when
the
Boss
rode
in
.
His
first
word
was
to
inquire
for
the
Angel
.
When
Freckles
said
she
had
not
yet
come
,
the
Boss
at
once
gave
orders
to
stop
work
on
the
tree
until
she
arrived
;
for
he
felt
that
she
virtually
had
located
it
,
and
if
she
desired
to
see
it
felled
,
she
should
.
As
the
men
stepped
back
,
a
stiff
morning
breeze
caught
the
top
,
that
towered
high
above
its
fellows
.
There
was
an
ominous
grinding
at
the
base
,
a
shiver
of
the
mighty
trunk
,
then
directly
in
line
of
its
fall
the
bushes
swung
apart
and
the
laughing
face
of
the
Angel
looked
on
them
.
