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“
The
butterflies
are
the
worst
old
topers
of
them
all
.
They
’
re
just
a
circus
!
You
never
saw
the
like
of
the
beauties
!
They
come
every
color
you
could
be
naming
,
and
every
shape
you
could
be
thinking
up
.
They
drink
and
drink
until
,
if
I
’
m
driving
them
away
,
they
stagger
as
they
fly
and
turn
somersaults
in
the
air
.
If
I
lave
them
alone
,
they
cling
to
the
grasses
,
shivering
happy
like
;
and
I
’
m
blest
,
Mother
Duncan
,
if
the
best
of
them
could
be
unlocking
the
front
door
with
a
lead
pencil
,
even
.
”
“
I
never
heard
of
anything
sae
surprising
,
”
said
Mrs
.
Duncan
.
“
It
’
s
a
rare
sight
to
watch
them
,
and
no
one
ever
made
a
picture
of
a
thing
like
that
before
,
I
’
m
for
thinking
,
”
said
Freckles
earnestly
.
“
Na
,
”
said
Mrs
.
Duncan
.
“
Ye
can
be
pretty
sure
there
didna
.
The
Bird
Woman
must
have
word
in
some
way
,
if
ye
walk
the
line
and
I
walk
to
town
and
tell
her
.
If
ye
think
ye
can
wait
until
after
supper
,
I
am
most
sure
ye
can
gang
yoursel
’
,
for
Duncan
is
coming
home
and
he
’
d
be
glad
to
watch
for
ye
.
If
he
does
na
come
,
and
na
ane
passes
that
I
can
send
word
with
today
,
I
really
will
gang
early
in
the
morning
and
tell
her
mysel
’
.
”
Freckles
took
his
lunch
and
went
to
the
swamp
.
He
walked
and
watched
eagerly
.
He
could
find
no
trace
of
anything
,
yet
he
felt
a
tense
nervousness
,
as
if
trouble
might
be
brooding
.
He
examined
every
section
of
the
wire
,
and
kept
watchful
eyes
on
the
grasses
of
the
swale
,
in
an
effort
to
discover
if
anyone
had
passed
through
them
;
but
he
could
discover
no
trace
of
anything
to
justify
his
fears
.
He
tilted
his
hat
brim
to
shade
his
face
and
looked
for
his
chickens
.
They
were
hanging
almost
beyond
sight
in
the
sky
.
“
Gee
!
”
he
said
.
“
If
I
only
had
your
sharp
eyes
and
convenient
location
now
,
I
wouldn
’
t
need
be
troubling
so
.
”
He
reached
his
room
and
cautiously
scanned
the
entrance
before
he
stepped
in
.
Then
he
pushed
the
bushes
apart
with
his
right
arm
and
entered
,
his
left
hand
on
the
butt
of
his
favorite
revolver
.
Instantly
he
knew
that
someone
had
been
there
.
He
stepped
to
the
center
of
the
room
,
closely
scanning
each
wall
and
the
floor
.
He
could
find
no
trace
of
a
clue
to
confirm
his
belief
,
yet
so
intimate
was
he
with
the
spirit
of
the
place
that
he
knew
.
