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“
You
should
be
able
to
swim
in
case
high
water
undermines
the
temporary
bridge
we
have
built
where
Sleepy
Snake
Creek
enters
the
swamp
.
The
fall
and
winter
changes
of
weather
are
abrupt
and
severe
,
while
I
would
want
strict
watch
kept
every
day
.
You
would
always
be
alone
,
and
I
don
’
t
guarantee
what
is
in
the
Limberlost
.
It
is
lying
here
as
it
has
lain
since
the
beginning
of
time
,
and
it
is
alive
with
forms
and
voices
.
I
don
’
t
pretend
to
say
what
all
of
them
come
from
;
but
from
a
few
slinking
shapes
I
’
ve
seen
,
and
hair
-
raising
yells
I
’
ve
heard
,
I
’
d
rather
not
confront
their
owners
myself
;
and
I
am
neither
weak
nor
fearful
.
“
Worst
of
all
,
any
man
who
will
enter
the
swamp
to
mark
and
steal
timber
is
desperate
.
One
of
my
employees
at
the
south
camp
,
John
Carter
,
compelled
me
to
discharge
him
for
a
number
of
serious
reasons
.
He
came
here
,
entered
the
swamp
alone
,
and
succeeded
in
locating
and
marking
a
number
of
valuable
trees
that
he
was
endeavoring
to
sell
to
a
rival
company
when
we
secured
the
lease
.
He
has
sworn
to
have
these
trees
if
he
has
to
die
or
to
kill
others
to
get
them
;
and
he
is
a
man
that
the
strongest
would
not
care
to
meet
.
”
“
But
if
he
came
to
steal
trees
,
wouldn
’
t
he
bring
teams
and
men
enough
:
that
all
anyone
could
do
would
be
to
watch
and
be
after
you
?
”
queried
the
boy
.
“
Yes
,
”
replied
McLean
.
“
Then
why
couldn
’
t
I
be
watching
just
as
closely
,
and
coming
as
fast
,
as
an
older
,
stronger
man
?
”
asked
Freckles
.
“
Why
,
by
George
,
you
could
!
”
exclaimed
McLean
.
“
I
don
’
t
know
as
the
size
of
a
man
would
be
half
so
important
as
his
grit
and
faithfulness
,
come
to
think
of
it
.
Sit
on
that
log
there
and
we
will
talk
it
over
.
What
is
your
name
?
”
Freckles
shook
his
head
at
the
proffer
of
a
seat
,
and
folding
his
arms
,
stood
straight
as
the
trees
around
him
.
He
grew
a
shade
whiter
,
but
his
eyes
never
faltered
.
“
Freckles
!
”
he
said
.
“
Good
enough
for
everyday
,
”
laughed
McLean
,
“
but
I
scarcely
can
put
’
Freckles
’
on
the
company
’
s
books
.
Tell
me
your
name
.
”
