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Nor
did
the
Limberlost
contain
last
year
’
s
terrors
.
He
had
been
with
her
in
her
hour
of
desolation
,
when
stripped
bare
and
deserted
,
she
had
stood
shivering
,
as
if
herself
afraid
.
He
had
made
excursions
into
the
interior
until
he
was
familiar
with
every
path
and
road
that
ever
had
been
cut
.
He
had
sounded
the
depths
of
her
deepest
pools
,
and
had
learned
why
the
trees
grew
so
magnificently
.
He
had
found
that
places
of
swamp
and
swale
were
few
compared
with
miles
of
solid
timber
-
land
,
concealed
by
summer
’
s
luxuriant
undergrowth
.
The
sounds
that
at
first
had
struck
cold
fear
into
his
soul
he
now
knew
had
left
on
wing
and
silent
foot
at
the
approach
of
winter
.
As
flock
after
flock
of
the
birds
returned
and
he
recognized
the
old
echoes
reawakening
,
he
found
to
his
surprise
that
he
had
been
lonely
for
them
and
was
hailing
their
return
with
great
joy
.
All
his
fears
were
forgotten
.
Instead
,
he
was
possessed
of
an
overpowering
desire
to
know
what
they
were
,
to
learn
where
they
had
been
,
and
whether
they
would
make
friends
with
him
as
the
winter
birds
had
done
;
and
if
they
did
,
would
they
be
as
fickle
?
For
,
with
the
running
sap
,
creeping
worm
,
and
winging
bug
,
most
of
Freckles
’
“
chickens
”
had
deserted
him
,
entered
the
swamp
,
and
feasted
to
such
a
state
of
plethora
on
its
store
that
they
cared
little
for
his
supply
,
so
that
in
the
strenuous
days
of
mating
and
nest
-
building
the
boy
was
deserted
.
He
chafed
at
the
birds
’
ingratitude
,
but
he
found
speedy
consolation
in
watching
and
befriending
the
newcomers
.
He
surely
would
have
been
proud
and
highly
pleased
if
he
had
known
that
many
of
the
former
inhabitants
of
the
interior
swamp
now
grouped
their
nests
beside
the
timber
-
line
solely
for
the
sake
of
his
protection
and
company
.
The
yearly
resurrection
of
the
Limberlost
is
a
mighty
revival
.
Freckles
stood
back
and
watched
with
awe
and
envy
the
gradual
reclothing
and
repopulation
of
the
swamp
.
Keen
-
eyed
and
alert
through
danger
and
loneliness
,
he
noted
every
stage
of
development
,
from
the
first
piping
frog
and
unsheathing
bud
,
to
full
leafage
and
the
return
of
the
last
migrant
.
The
knowledge
of
his
complete
loneliness
and
utter
insignificance
was
hourly
thrust
upon
him
.
He
brooded
and
fretted
until
he
was
in
a
fever
;
yet
he
never
guessed
the
cause
.
He
was
filled
with
a
vast
impatience
,
a
longing
that
he
scarcely
could
endure
.
It
was
June
by
the
zodiac
,
June
by
the
Limberlost
,
and
by
every
delight
of
a
newly
resurrected
season
it
should
have
been
June
in
the
hearts
of
all
men
.
Yet
Freckles
scowled
darkly
as
he
came
down
the
trail
,
and
the
running
TAP
,
TAP
that
tested
the
sagging
wire
and
telegraphed
word
of
his
coming
to
his
furred
and
feathered
friends
of
the
swamp
,
this
morning
carried
the
story
of
his
discontent
a
mile
ahead
of
him
.
Freckles
’
special
pet
,
a
dainty
,
yellow
-
coated
,
black
-
sleeved
,
cock
goldfinch
,
had
remained
on
the
wire
for
several
days
past
the
bravest
of
all
;
and
Freckles
,
absorbed
with
the
cunning
and
beauty
of
the
tiny
fellow
,
never
guessed
that
he
was
being
duped
.
For
the
goldfinch
was
skipping
,
flirting
,
and
swinging
for
the
express
purpose
of
so
holding
his
attention
that
he
would
not
look
up
and
see
a
small
cradle
of
thistledown
and
wool
perilously
near
his
head
.
In
the
beginning
of
brooding
,
the
spunky
little
homesteader
had
clung
heroically
to
the
wire
when
he
was
almost
paralyzed
with
fright
.
When
day
after
day
passed
and
brought
only
softly
whistled
repetitions
of
his
call
,
a
handful
of
crumbs
on
the
top
of
a
locust
line
-
post
,
and
gently
worded
coaxings
,
he
grew
in
confidence
.
Of
late
he
had
sung
and
swung
during
the
passing
of
Freckles
,
who
,
not
dreaming
of
the
nest
and
the
solemn
-
eyed
little
hen
so
close
above
,
thought
himself
unusually
gifted
in
his
power
to
attract
the
birds
.
This
morning
the
goldfinch
scarcely
could
believe
his
ears
,
and
clung
to
the
wire
until
an
unusually
vicious
rap
sent
him
spinning
a
foot
in
air
,
and
his
“
PTSEET
”
came
with
a
squall
of
utter
panic
.
The
wires
were
ringing
with
a
story
the
birds
could
not
translate
,
and
Freckles
was
quite
as
ignorant
of
the
trouble
as
they
.
