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“
Ten
days
should
do
it
nicely
,
”
said
McLean
.
Then
,
seeing
Freckles
’
lengthening
face
,
he
added
:
“
I
’
ll
have
Duncan
bring
you
a
ten
-
bushel
store
-
box
the
next
time
he
goes
to
town
.
He
can
haul
it
to
the
west
entrance
and
set
it
up
wherever
you
want
it
.
You
can
put
in
your
spare
time
filling
it
with
the
specimens
you
find
until
the
books
come
,
and
then
you
can
study
out
what
you
have
.
I
suspect
you
could
collect
specimens
that
I
could
send
to
naturalists
in
the
city
and
sell
for
you
;
things
like
that
winged
creature
,
this
morning
.
I
don
’
t
know
much
in
that
line
,
but
it
must
have
been
a
moth
,
and
it
might
have
been
rare
.
I
’
ve
seen
them
by
the
thousand
in
museums
,
and
in
all
nature
I
don
’
t
remember
rarer
coloring
than
their
wings
.
I
’
ll
order
you
a
butterfly
-
net
and
box
and
show
you
how
scientists
pin
specimens
.
Possibly
you
can
make
a
fine
collection
of
these
swamp
beauties
.
It
will
be
all
right
for
you
to
take
a
pair
of
different
moths
and
butterflies
,
but
I
don
’
t
want
to
hear
of
your
killing
any
birds
.
They
are
protected
by
heavy
fines
.
”
McLean
rode
away
leaving
Freckles
staring
aghast
.
Then
he
saw
the
point
and
smiled
.
Standing
on
the
trail
,
he
twirled
the
feather
and
thought
over
the
morning
.
“
Well
,
if
life
ain
’
t
getting
to
be
worth
living
!
”
he
said
wonderingly
“
Biggest
streak
of
luck
I
ever
had
!
’
Bout
time
something
was
coming
my
way
,
but
I
wouldn
’
t
ever
thought
anybody
could
strike
such
magnificent
prospects
through
only
a
falling
feather
.
”
On
Duncan
’
s
return
from
his
next
trip
to
town
there
was
a
big
store
-
box
loaded
on
the
back
of
his
wagon
.
He
drove
to
the
west
entrance
of
the
swamp
,
set
the
box
on
a
stump
that
Freckles
had
selected
in
a
beautiful
,
sheltered
place
,
and
made
it
secure
on
its
foundations
with
a
tree
at
its
back
.
“
It
seems
most
a
pity
to
nail
into
that
tree
,
”
said
Duncan
.
“
I
haena
the
time
to
examine
into
the
grain
of
it
,
but
it
looks
as
if
it
might
be
a
rare
ane
.
Anyhow
,
the
nailin
’
winna
hurt
it
deep
,
and
havin
’
the
case
by
it
will
make
it
safer
if
it
is
a
guid
ane
.
”
“
Isn
’
t
it
an
oak
?
”
asked
Freckles
.
“
Ay
,
”
said
Duncan
.
“
It
looks
like
it
might
be
ane
of
thae
fine
-
grained
white
anes
that
mak
’
such
grand
furniture
.
”
When
the
body
of
the
case
was
secure
,
Duncan
made
a
door
from
the
lid
and
fastened
it
with
hinges
.
He
drove
a
staple
,
screwed
on
a
latch
,
and
gave
Freckles
a
small
padlock
—
so
that
he
might
fasten
in
his
treasures
safely
.
He
made
a
shelf
at
the
top
for
his
books
,
and
last
of
all
covered
the
case
with
oil
-
cloth
.
It
was
the
first
time
in
Freckles
’
life
that
anyone
ever
had
done
that
much
for
his
pleasure
,
and
it
warmed
his
heart
with
pure
joy
.
If
the
interior
of
the
box
already
had
been
covered
with
the
rarest
treasures
of
the
Limberlost
he
could
have
been
no
happier
.
