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The
Bird
Woman
finished
her
lunch
,
and
lay
back
,
almost
too
tired
to
speak
.
“
Were
you
for
getting
Little
Chicken
’
s
picture
?
”
Freckles
asked
.
“
Finely
!
”
she
answered
.
“
He
posed
splendidly
.
But
I
couldn
’
t
do
anything
with
his
mother
.
She
will
require
coaxing
.
”
“
The
Lord
be
praised
!
”
muttered
Freckles
under
his
breath
.
The
Bird
Woman
began
to
feel
better
.
“
Why
do
you
call
the
baby
vulture
’
Little
Chicken
’
?
”
she
asked
,
leaning
toward
Freckles
in
an
interested
manner
.
“
’
Twas
Duncan
began
it
,
”
said
Freckles
.
“
You
see
,
through
the
fierce
cold
of
winter
the
birds
of
the
swamp
were
almost
starving
.
It
is
mighty
lonely
here
,
and
they
were
all
the
company
I
was
having
.
I
got
to
carrying
scraps
and
grain
down
to
them
.
Duncan
was
that
ginerous
he
was
giving
me
of
his
wheat
and
corn
from
his
chickens
’
feed
,
and
he
called
the
birds
me
swamp
chickens
.
Then
when
these
big
black
fellows
came
,
Mr
.
McLean
said
they
were
our
nearest
kind
to
some
in
the
old
world
that
they
called
’
Pharaoh
’
s
Chickens
,
’
and
he
called
mine
’
Freckles
’
Chickens
.
’
”
“
Good
enough
!
”
cried
the
Bird
Woman
,
her
splotched
purple
face
lighting
with
interest
.
“
You
must
shoot
something
for
them
occasionally
,
and
I
’
ll
bring
more
food
when
I
come
.
If
you
will
help
me
keep
them
until
I
get
my
series
,
I
’
ll
give
you
a
copy
of
each
study
I
make
,
mounted
in
a
book
.
”
Freckles
drew
a
deep
breath
.
“
I
’
ll
be
doing
me
very
best
,
”
he
promised
,
and
from
the
deeps
he
meant
it
.
