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Then
he
climbed
on
a
wagon
and
was
driven
away
.
Freckles
hurried
into
the
swamp
.
He
was
a
little
behind
,
yet
he
could
see
the
men
.
Before
he
overtook
them
,
they
had
turned
from
the
west
road
and
had
entered
the
swamp
toward
the
east
.
They
stopped
at
the
trunk
of
a
monstrous
prostrate
log
.
It
had
been
cut
three
feet
from
the
ground
,
over
three
-
fourths
of
the
way
through
,
and
had
fallen
toward
the
east
,
the
body
of
the
log
still
resting
on
the
stump
.
The
underbrush
was
almost
impenetrable
,
but
Duncan
plunged
in
and
with
a
crowbar
began
tapping
along
the
trunk
to
decide
how
far
it
was
hollow
,
so
that
they
would
know
where
to
cut
.
As
they
waited
his
decision
,
there
came
from
the
mouth
of
it
—
on
wings
—
a
large
black
bird
that
swept
over
their
heads
.
Freckles
danced
wildly
.
“
It
’
s
me
chickens
!
Oh
,
it
’
s
me
chickens
!
”
he
shouted
.
“
Oh
,
Duncan
,
come
quick
!
You
’
ve
found
the
nest
of
me
precious
chickens
!
”
Duncan
hurried
to
the
mouth
of
the
log
,
but
Freckles
was
before
him
.
He
crashed
through
poison
-
vines
and
underbrush
regardless
of
any
danger
,
and
climbed
on
the
stump
.
When
Duncan
came
he
was
shouting
like
a
wild
man
.
“
It
’
s
hatched
!
”
he
yelled
.
“
Oh
,
me
big
chicken
has
hatched
out
me
little
chicken
,
and
there
’
s
another
egg
.
I
can
see
it
plain
,
and
oh
,
the
funny
little
white
baby
!
Oh
,
Duncan
,
can
you
see
me
little
white
chicken
?
”
Duncan
could
easily
see
it
;
so
could
everyone
else
.
Freckles
crept
into
the
log
and
tenderly
carried
the
hissing
,
blinking
little
bird
to
the
light
in
a
leaf
-
lined
hat
.
The
men
found
it
sufficiently
wonderful
to
satisfy
even
Freckles
,
who
had
forgotten
he
was
ever
sore
or
stiff
,
and
coddled
over
it
with
every
blarneying
term
of
endearment
he
knew
.
Duncan
gathered
his
tools
.
“
Deal
’
s
off
,
boys
!
”
he
said
cheerfully
.
“
This
log
mauna
be
touched
until
Freckles
’
chaukies
have
finished
with
it
.
We
might
as
weel
gang
.
Better
put
it
back
,
Freckles
.
It
’
s
just
out
,
and
it
may
chill
.
Ye
will
probably
hae
twa
the
morn
.
”
Freckles
crept
into
the
log
and
carefully
deposited
the
baby
beside
the
egg
.
When
he
came
back
,
he
said
:
“
I
made
a
big
mistake
not
to
be
bringing
the
egg
out
with
the
baby
,
but
I
was
fearing
to
touch
it
.
It
’
s
shaped
like
a
hen
’
s
egg
,
and
it
’
s
big
as
a
turkey
’
s
,
and
the
beautifulest
blue
—
just
splattered
with
big
brown
splotches
,
like
me
book
said
,
precise
.
Bet
you
never
saw
such
a
sight
as
it
made
on
the
yellow
of
the
rotten
wood
beside
that
funny
leathery
-
faced
little
white
baby
.
”
