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The
wind
arose
higher
,
the
changes
from
light
to
darkness
were
more
abrupt
,
while
the
thunder
came
closer
and
louder
at
every
peal
.
In
swarms
the
blackbirds
arose
from
the
swale
and
came
flocking
to
the
interior
,
with
a
clamoring
cry
:
“
T
’
CHECK
,
T
’
CHECK
.
”
Grackles
marshaled
to
the
tribal
call
:
“
TRALL
-
A
-
HEE
,
TRALL
-
A
-
HEE
.
”
Red
-
winged
blackbirds
swept
low
,
calling
to
belated
mates
:
“
FOL
-
LOW
-
ME
,
FOL
-
LOW
-
ME
.
”
Big
,
jetty
crows
gathered
close
to
her
,
crying
,
as
if
warning
her
to
flee
before
it
was
everlastingly
too
late
.
A
heron
,
fishing
the
near
-
by
pool
for
Freckles
’
“
find
-
out
”
frog
,
fell
into
trouble
with
a
muskrat
and
uttered
a
rasping
note
that
sent
Mrs
.
Duncan
a
rod
down
the
line
without
realizing
that
she
had
moved
.
She
was
too
shaken
to
run
far
.
She
stopped
and
looked
around
her
fearfully
.
Several
bees
struck
her
and
were
angrily
buzzing
before
she
noticed
them
.
Then
the
humming
swelled
on
all
sides
.
A
convulsive
sob
shook
her
,
and
she
ran
into
the
bushes
,
now
into
the
swale
,
anywhere
to
avoid
the
swarming
bees
,
ducking
,
dodging
,
fighting
for
her
very
life
.
Presently
the
humming
seemed
to
become
a
little
fainter
.
She
found
the
trail
again
,
and
ran
with
all
her
might
from
a
few
of
her
angry
pursuers
.
As
she
ran
,
straining
every
muscle
,
she
suddenly
became
aware
that
,
crossing
the
trail
before
her
,
was
a
big
,
round
,
black
body
,
with
brown
markings
on
its
back
,
like
painted
geometrical
patterns
.
She
tried
to
stop
,
but
the
louder
buzzing
behind
warned
her
she
dared
not
.
Gathering
her
skirts
higher
,
with
hair
flying
around
her
face
and
her
eyes
almost
bursting
from
their
sockets
,
she
ran
straight
toward
it
.
The
sound
of
her
feet
and
the
humming
of
the
bees
alarmed
the
rattler
,
so
it
stopped
across
the
trail
,
lifting
its
head
above
the
grasses
of
the
swale
and
rattling
inquiringly
—
rattled
until
the
bees
were
outdone
.
Straight
toward
it
went
the
panic
-
stricken
woman
,
running
wildly
and
uncontrollably
.
She
took
one
leap
,
clearing
its
body
on
the
path
,
then
flew
ahead
with
winged
feet
.
The
snake
,
coiled
to
strike
,
missed
Mrs
.
Duncan
and
landed
among
the
bees
instead
.
They
settled
over
and
around
it
,
and
realizing
that
it
had
found
trouble
,
it
sank
among
the
grasses
and
went
threshing
toward
its
den
in
the
deep
willow
-
fringed
low
ground
.
The
swale
appeared
as
if
a
reaper
were
cutting
a
wide
swath
.
The
mass
of
enraged
bees
darted
angrily
around
,
searching
for
it
,
and
striking
the
scrub
-
thorn
,
began
a
temporary
settling
there
to
discover
whether
it
were
a
suitable
place
.
Completely
exhausted
,
Mrs
.
Duncan
staggered
on
a
few
steps
farther
,
fell
facing
the
path
,
where
Freckles
found
her
,
and
lay
quietly
.
Freckles
worked
over
her
until
she
drew
a
long
,
quivering
breath
and
opened
her
eyes
.
When
she
saw
him
bending
above
her
,
she
closed
them
tightly
,
and
gripping
him
,
struggled
to
her
feet
.
He
helped
her
,
and
with
his
arm
around
and
half
carrying
her
,
they
made
their
way
to
the
clearing
.
She
clung
to
him
with
all
her
remaining
strength
,
but
open
her
eyes
she
would
not
until
her
children
came
clustering
around
her
.
Then
,
brawny
,
big
Scotswoman
though
she
was
,
she
quietly
keeled
over
again
.
The
children
added
their
wailing
to
Freckles
’
panic
.
This
time
he
was
so
close
the
cabin
that
he
could
carry
her
into
the
house
and
lay
her
on
the
bed
.
He
sent
the
oldest
boy
scudding
down
the
corduroy
for
the
nearest
neighbor
,
and
between
them
they
undressed
Mrs
.
Duncan
and
discovered
that
she
was
not
bitten
.
They
bathed
and
bound
the
bleeding
wrist
and
coaxed
her
back
to
consciousness
.
She
lay
sobbing
and
shuddering
.
The
first
intelligent
word
she
said
was
:
“
Freckles
,
look
at
that
jar
on
the
kitchen
table
and
see
if
my
yeast
is
no
running
ower
.
”
Several
days
passed
before
she
could
give
Duncan
and
Freckles
any
detailed
account
of
what
had
happened
to
her
,
even
then
she
could
not
do
it
without
crying
as
the
least
of
her
babies
.
Freckles
was
almost
heartbroken
,
and
nursed
her
as
well
as
any
woman
could
have
done
;
while
big
Duncan
,
with
a
heart
full
for
them
both
,
worked
early
and
late
to
chink
every
crack
of
the
cabin
and
examine
every
spot
that
possibly
could
harbor
a
snake
.
The
effects
of
her
morning
on
the
trail
kept
her
shivering
half
the
time
.
She
could
not
rest
until
she
sent
for
McLean
and
begged
him
to
save
Freckles
from
further
risk
,
in
that
place
of
horrors
.
The
Boss
went
to
the
swamp
with
his
mind
fully
determined
to
do
so
.
