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He
found
the
pair
the
middle
of
one
forenoon
on
the
elm
where
he
had
watched
their
love
-
making
.
The
big
black
chicken
was
feeding
his
mate
;
so
it
was
proved
that
they
were
a
pair
,
they
were
both
alive
,
and
undoubtedly
she
was
brooding
.
After
that
Freckles
’
nest
-
hunting
continued
with
renewed
zeal
,
but
as
he
had
no
idea
where
to
look
and
Duncan
could
offer
no
helpful
suggestion
,
the
nest
was
no
nearer
to
being
found
.
Coming
from
a
long
day
on
the
trail
,
Freckles
saw
Duncan
’
s
children
awaiting
him
much
closer
the
swale
than
they
usually
ventured
,
and
from
their
wild
gestures
he
knew
that
something
had
happened
.
He
began
to
run
,
but
the
cry
that
reached
him
was
:
“
The
books
have
come
!
”
How
they
hurried
!
Freckles
lifted
the
youngest
to
his
shoulder
,
the
second
took
his
club
and
dinner
pail
,
and
when
they
reached
Mrs
.
Duncan
they
found
her
at
work
on
a
big
box
.
She
had
loosened
the
lid
,
and
then
she
laughingly
sat
on
it
.
“
Ye
canna
have
a
peep
in
here
until
ye
have
washed
and
eaten
supper
,
”
she
said
.
“
It
’
s
all
ready
on
the
table
.
Ance
ye
begin
on
this
,
ye
’
ll
no
be
willin
’
to
tak
’
your
nose
o
’
it
till
bedtime
,
and
I
willna
get
my
work
done
the
nicht
.
We
’
ve
eaten
long
ago
.
”
It
was
difficult
work
,
but
Freckles
smiled
bravely
.
He
made
himself
neat
,
swallowed
a
few
bites
,
then
came
so
eagerly
that
Mrs
.
Duncan
yielded
,
although
she
said
she
very
well
knew
all
the
time
that
his
supper
would
be
spoiled
.
Lifting
the
lid
,
they
removed
the
packing
and
found
in
that
box
books
on
birds
,
trees
,
flowers
,
moths
,
and
butterflies
.
There
was
also
one
containing
Freckles
’
bullfrog
,
true
to
life
.
Besides
these
were
a
butterfly
-
net
,
a
naturalist
’
s
tin
specimen
-
box
,
a
bottle
of
cyanide
,
a
box
of
cotton
,
a
paper
of
long
,
steel
specimen
-
pins
,
and
a
letter
telling
what
all
these
things
were
and
how
to
use
them
.
At
the
discovery
of
each
new
treasure
,
Freckles
shouted
:
“
Will
you
be
looking
at
this
,
now
?
”
Mrs
.
Duncan
cried
:
“
Weel
,
I
be
drawed
on
!
”
The
eldest
boy
turned
a
somersault
for
every
extra
,
while
the
baby
,
trying
to
follow
his
example
,
bunched
over
in
a
sidewise
sprawl
and
cut
his
foot
on
the
axe
with
which
his
mother
had
prized
up
the
box
-
lid
.
That
sobered
them
,
they
carried
the
books
indoors
.
Mrs
.
Duncan
had
a
top
shelf
in
her
closet
cleared
for
them
,
far
above
the
reach
of
meddling
little
fingers
.
