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Possibly
he
could
find
other
subjects
that
the
Bird
Woman
wanted
.
The
teamster
had
said
that
his
brother
went
after
her
every
time
he
found
a
nest
.
He
never
had
counted
the
nests
that
he
knew
of
,
and
it
might
be
that
among
all
the
birds
of
the
swamp
some
would
be
rare
to
her
.
The
feathered
folk
of
the
Limberlost
were
practically
undisturbed
save
by
their
natural
enemies
.
It
was
very
probable
that
among
his
chickens
others
as
odd
as
the
big
black
ones
could
be
found
.
If
she
wanted
pictures
of
half
-
grown
birds
,
he
could
pick
up
fifty
in
one
morning
’
s
trip
around
the
line
,
for
he
had
fed
,
handled
,
and
made
friends
with
them
ever
since
their
eyes
opened
.
He
had
gathered
bugs
and
worms
all
spring
as
he
noticed
them
on
the
grass
and
bushes
,
and
dropped
them
into
the
first
little
open
mouth
he
had
found
.
The
babies
gladly
had
accepted
this
queer
tri
-
parent
addition
to
their
natural
providers
.
When
the
week
had
passed
,
Freckles
had
his
room
crisp
and
glowing
with
fresh
living
things
that
represented
every
color
of
the
swamp
.
He
carried
bark
and
filled
all
the
muckiest
places
of
the
trail
.
It
was
middle
July
.
The
heat
of
the
past
few
days
had
dried
the
water
around
and
through
the
Limberlost
,
so
that
it
was
possible
to
cross
it
on
foot
in
almost
any
direction
—
if
one
had
an
idea
of
direction
and
did
not
become
completely
lost
in
its
rank
tangle
of
vegetation
and
bushes
.
The
brighter
-
hued
flowers
were
opening
.
The
trumpet
-
creepers
were
flaunting
their
gorgeous
horns
of
red
and
gold
sweetness
from
the
tops
of
lordly
oak
and
elm
,
and
below
entire
pools
were
pink
-
sheeted
in
mallow
bloom
.
The
heat
was
doing
one
other
thing
that
was
bound
to
make
Freckles
,
as
a
good
Irishman
,
shiver
.
As
the
swale
dried
,
its
inhabitants
were
seeking
the
cooler
depths
of
the
swamp
.
They
liked
neither
the
heat
nor
leaving
the
field
mice
,
moles
,
and
young
rabbits
of
their
chosen
location
.
He
saw
them
crossing
the
trail
every
day
as
the
heat
grew
intense
.
The
rattlers
were
sadly
forgetting
their
manners
,
for
they
struck
on
no
provocation
whatever
,
and
did
not
even
remember
to
rattle
afterward
.
Daily
Freckles
was
compelled
to
drive
big
black
snakes
and
blue
racers
from
the
nests
of
his
chickens
.
Often
the
terrified
squalls
of
the
parent
birds
would
reach
him
far
down
the
line
and
he
would
run
to
rescue
the
babies
.
He
saw
the
Angel
when
the
carriage
turned
from
the
corduroy
into
the
clearing
.
They
stopped
at
the
west
entrance
to
the
swamp
,
waiting
for
him
to
precede
them
down
the
trail
,
as
he
had
told
them
it
was
safest
for
the
horse
that
he
should
do
.
They
followed
the
east
line
to
a
point
opposite
the
big
chickens
’
tree
,
and
Freckles
carried
in
the
cameras
and
showed
the
Bird
Woman
a
path
he
had
cleared
to
the
log
.
He
explained
to
her
the
effect
the
heat
was
having
on
the
snakes
,
and
creeping
back
to
Little
Chicken
,
brought
him
to
the
light
.
As
she
worked
at
setting
up
her
camera
,
he
told
her
of
the
birds
of
the
line
,
while
she
stared
at
him
,
wide
-
eyed
and
incredulous
.
They
arranged
that
Freckles
should
drive
the
carriage
into
the
east
entrance
in
the
shade
and
then
take
the
horse
toward
the
north
to
a
better
place
he
knew
.
Then
he
was
to
entertain
the
Angel
at
his
study
or
on
the
line
until
the
Bird
Woman
finished
her
work
and
came
to
them
.
