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“
Score
one
for
the
lady
!
I
’
ll
be
umpiring
this
,
”
volunteered
Freckles
.
With
a
ravishing
swagger
,
half
-
lifted
wings
,
and
deep
,
guttural
hissing
,
the
lover
approached
again
.
He
suddenly
lifted
his
body
,
but
she
coolly
rocked
forward
on
the
limb
,
glided
gracefully
beneath
him
,
and
slowly
sailed
into
the
Limberlost
.
He
recovered
himself
and
gazed
after
her
in
astonishment
.
Freckles
hurried
down
the
trail
,
shaking
with
laughter
.
When
he
neared
the
path
to
the
clearing
and
saw
the
Boss
sitting
motionless
on
the
mare
that
was
the
pride
of
his
heart
,
the
boy
broke
into
a
run
.
“
Oh
,
Mr
.
McLean
!
”
he
cried
.
“
I
hope
I
haven
’
t
kept
you
waiting
very
long
!
And
the
sun
is
getting
hot
!
I
have
been
so
slow
this
morning
!
I
could
have
gone
faster
,
only
there
were
that
many
things
to
keep
me
,
and
I
didn
’
t
know
you
would
be
here
.
I
’
ll
hurry
after
this
.
I
’
ve
never
had
to
be
giving
excuses
before
.
The
line
wasn
’
t
down
,
and
there
wasn
’
t
a
sign
of
trouble
;
it
was
other
things
that
were
making
me
late
.
”
McLean
,
smiling
on
the
boy
,
immediately
noticed
the
difference
in
him
.
This
flushed
,
panting
,
talkative
lad
was
not
the
same
creature
who
had
sought
him
in
despair
and
bitterness
.
He
watched
in
wonder
as
Freckles
mopped
the
perspiration
from
his
forehead
and
began
to
laugh
.
Then
,
forgetting
all
his
customary
reserve
with
the
Boss
,
the
pent
-
up
boyishness
in
the
lad
broke
forth
.
With
an
eloquence
of
which
he
never
dreamed
he
told
his
story
.
He
talked
with
such
enthusiasm
that
McLean
never
took
his
eyes
from
his
face
or
shifted
in
the
saddle
until
he
described
the
strange
bird
-
lover
,
and
then
the
Boss
suddenly
bent
over
the
pommel
and
laughed
with
the
boy
.
Freckles
decorated
his
story
with
keen
appreciation
and
rare
touches
of
Irish
wit
and
drollery
that
made
it
most
interesting
as
well
as
very
funny
.
It
was
a
first
attempt
at
descriptive
narration
.
With
an
inborn
gift
for
striking
the
vital
point
,
a
naturalist
’
s
dawning
enthusiasm
for
the
wonders
of
the
Limberlost
,
and
the
welling
joy
of
his
newly
found
happiness
,
he
made
McLean
see
the
struggles
of
the
moth
and
its
freshly
painted
wings
,
the
dainty
,
brilliant
bird
-
mates
of
different
colors
,
the
feather
sliding
through
the
clear
air
,
the
palpitant
throat
and
batting
eyes
of
the
frog
;
while
his
version
of
the
big
bird
’
s
courtship
won
for
the
Boss
the
best
laugh
he
had
enjoyed
for
years
.
“
They
’
re
in
the
middle
of
a
swamp
now
”
said
Freckles
.
“
Do
you
suppose
there
is
any
chance
of
them
staying
with
me
chickens
?
If
they
do
,
they
’
ll
be
about
the
queerest
I
have
;
but
I
tell
you
,
sir
,
I
am
finding
some
plum
good
ones
.
There
’
s
a
new
kind
over
at
the
mouth
of
the
creek
that
uses
its
wings
like
feet
and
walks
on
all
fours
.
It
travels
like
a
thrashing
machine
.
There
’
s
another
,
tall
as
me
waist
,
with
a
bill
a
foot
long
,
a
neck
near
two
,
not
the
thickness
of
me
wrist
and
an
elegant
color
.
He
’
s
some
blue
and
gray
,
touched
up
with
black
,
white
,
and
brown
.
The
voice
of
him
is
such
that
if
he
’
d
be
going
up
and
standing
beside
a
tree
and
crying
at
it
a
few
times
he
could
be
sawing
it
square
off
.
I
don
’
t
know
but
it
would
be
a
good
idea
to
try
him
on
the
gang
,
sir
.
”
McLean
laughed
.
“
Those
must
be
blue
herons
,
Freckles
,
”
he
said
.
“
And
it
doesn
’
t
seem
possible
,
but
your
description
of
the
big
black
birds
sounds
like
genuine
black
vultures
.
They
are
common
enough
in
the
South
.
I
’
ve
seen
them
numerous
around
the
lumber
camps
of
Georgia
,
but
I
never
before
heard
of
any
this
far
north
.
They
must
be
strays
.
You
have
described
perfectly
our
nearest
equivalent
to
a
branch
of
these
birds
called
in
Europe
Pharaoh
’
s
Chickens
,
but
if
they
are
coming
to
the
Limberlost
they
will
have
to
drop
Pharaoh
and
become
Freckles
’
Chickens
,
like
the
remainder
of
the
birds
;
won
’
t
they
?
Or
are
they
too
odd
and
ugly
to
interest
you
?
”
