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When
Freckles
started
for
the
trail
next
morning
,
the
shining
new
specimen
-
box
flashed
on
his
back
.
The
black
“
chicken
,
”
a
mere
speck
in
the
blue
,
caught
the
gleam
of
it
.
The
folded
net
hung
beside
the
boy
’
s
hatchet
,
and
the
bird
book
was
in
the
box
.
He
walked
the
line
and
tested
each
section
scrupulously
,
watching
every
foot
of
the
trail
,
for
he
was
determined
not
to
slight
his
work
;
but
if
ever
a
boy
“
made
haste
slowly
”
in
a
hurry
,
it
was
Freckles
that
morning
.
When
at
last
he
reached
the
space
he
had
cleared
and
planted
around
his
case
,
his
heart
swelled
with
the
pride
of
possessing
even
so
much
that
he
could
call
his
own
,
while
his
quick
eyes
feasted
on
the
beauty
of
it
.
He
had
made
a
large
room
with
the
door
of
the
case
set
even
with
one
side
of
it
.
On
three
sides
,
fine
big
bushes
of
wild
rose
climbed
to
the
lower
branches
of
the
trees
.
Part
of
his
walls
were
mallow
,
part
alder
,
thorn
,
willow
,
and
dogwood
.
Below
there
filled
in
a
solid
mass
of
pale
pink
sheep
-
laurel
,
and
yellow
St
.
John
’
s
wort
,
while
the
amber
threads
of
the
dodder
interlaced
everywhere
.
At
one
side
the
swamp
came
close
,
here
cattails
grew
in
profusion
.
In
front
of
them
he
had
planted
a
row
of
water
-
hyacinths
without
disturbing
in
the
least
the
state
of
their
azure
bloom
,
and
where
the
ground
arose
higher
for
his
floor
,
a
row
of
foxfire
,
that
soon
would
be
open
.
To
the
left
he
had
discovered
a
queer
natural
arrangement
of
the
trees
,
that
grew
to
giant
size
and
were
set
in
a
gradually
narrowing
space
so
that
a
long
,
open
vista
stretched
away
until
lost
in
the
dim
recesses
of
the
swamp
.
A
little
trimming
of
underbush
,
rolling
of
dead
logs
,
levelling
of
floor
and
carpeting
with
moss
,
made
it
easy
to
understand
why
Freckles
had
named
this
the
“
cathedral
”
;
yet
he
never
had
been
taught
that
“
the
groves
were
God
’
s
first
temples
.
”
On
either
side
of
the
trees
that
constituted
the
first
arch
of
this
dim
vista
of
the
swamp
he
planted
ferns
that
grew
waist
-
high
thus
early
in
the
season
,
and
so
skilfully
the
work
had
been
done
that
not
a
frond
drooped
because
of
the
change
.
Opposite
,
he
cleared
a
space
and
made
a
flower
bed
.
He
filled
one
end
with
every
delicate
,
lacy
vine
and
fern
he
could
transplant
successfully
.
The
body
of
the
bed
was
a
riot
of
color
.
Here
he
set
growing
dainty
blue
-
eyed
-
Marys
and
blue
-
eyed
grass
side
by
side
.
He
planted
harebells
;
violets
,
blue
,
white
,
and
yellow
;
wild
geranium
,
cardinal
-
flower
,
columbine
,
pink
snake
’
s
mouth
,
buttercups
,
painted
trilliums
,
and
orchis
.
Here
were
blood
-
root
,
moccasin
-
flower
,
hepatica
,
pitcher
-
plant
,
Jack
-
in
-
the
-
pulpit
,
and
every
other
flower
of
the
Limberlost
that
was
in
bloom
or
bore
a
bud
presaging
a
flower
.
Every
day
saw
the
addition
of
new
specimens
.
The
place
would
have
driven
a
botanist
wild
with
envy
.
On
the
line
side
he
left
the
bushes
thick
for
concealment
,
entering
by
a
narrow
path
he
and
Duncan
had
cleared
in
setting
up
the
case
.
He
called
this
the
front
door
,
though
he
used
every
precaution
to
hide
it
.
He
built
rustic
seats
between
several
of
the
trees
,
leveled
the
floor
,
and
thickly
carpeted
it
with
rank
,
heavy
,
woolly
-
dog
moss
.
Around
the
case
he
planted
wild
clematis
,
bittersweet
,
and
wild
-
grapevines
,
and
trained
them
over
it
until
it
was
almost
covered
.
Every
day
he
planted
new
flowers
,
cut
back
rough
bushes
,
and
coaxed
out
graceful
ones
.
His
pride
in
his
room
was
very
great
,
but
he
had
no
idea
how
surprisingly
beautiful
it
would
appear
to
anyone
who
had
not
witnessed
its
growth
and
construction
.
This
morning
Freckles
walked
straight
to
his
case
,
unlocked
it
,
and
set
his
apparatus
and
dinner
inside
.
He
planted
a
new
specimen
he
had
found
close
the
trail
,
and
,
bringing
his
old
scrap
-
bucket
from
the
corner
in
which
it
was
hidden
,
from
a
near
-
by
pool
he
dipped
water
to
pour
over
his
carpet
and
flowers
.
Then
he
took
out
the
bird
book
,
settled
comfortably
on
a
bench
,
and
with
a
deep
sigh
of
satisfaction
turned
to
the
section
headed
.
“
V
.
”
Past
“
veery
”
and
“
vireo
”
he
went
,
down
the
line
until
his
finger
,
trembling
with
eagerness
,
stopped
at
“
vulture
.
”
