 CHAPTER XIII of Freckles This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by James Wood JamesWoodNarrator.com Freckles by Gene Stratton Porter CHAPTER XIII Wherein the angel releases Freckles and the curse of Blackjack falls upon her. On the line, the angel gave one backward glance at Blackjack to see that he had returned to his work. Then, she gathered her skirts above her knees and leapt forward on the run. In the first three yards, she passed Freckles' wheel. Instantly, she imagined that was why he had insisted on her coming by the trail. She seized it and sprang on. The saddle was too high, but she was an expert rider and could catch the pedals as they came up. She stopped at Duncan's cabin long enough to remedy this, telling Mrs. Duncan while working what was happening and for her to follow the east trail until she found the bird woman and told her that she had gone after McLean and for her to leave the swamp as quickly as possible. Even with her fear for Freckles to spur her, Duncan blanched and began shivering at the idea of facing the limberlost. The angel looked in her eyes. No matter how afraid you are, you have to go, she said. If you don't, the bird woman will go to Freckles' room hunting me and then will have trouble with her. If she isn't told to leave at once, they may follow me and, finding I'm gone, do some terrible thing to Freckles. I can't go, that's flat. If she had caught me, then there'd be no one to go for help. You don't suppose they are going to take out the trees thereafter and then leave Freckles to run and tell. They are going to murder the boy, that's what they are going to do. You run and run for life, for Freckles' life. You can ride back with the bird woman. The angel saw Mrs. Duncan started, then began her race. Those awful miles of cordroy, would they never end? She did not dare use the wheel too roughly, for if it broke, she never could arrive on time afoot. Where her way was impossible for the wheel, she jumped off and pushing it beside her or carrying it. She ran as fast as she could. The day was fearfully warm. The sun poured with the fierce baking heat of August. The bushes claimed her hat and she did not stop for it. Where it was at all possible, the angel mounted and pounded over the cordroy again. She was panting for breath and almost worn out when she reached the level pike. She had no idea how long she had been and only two miles covered. She leaned over the bars, almost standing on the pedals, racing with all the strength in her body. The blood surged in her ears while her head swam, but she kept a straight course and rode and rode. It seemed to her that she was standing still while the trees and houses were racing past her. Once a farmer's big dog rushed angrily into the road and she swerved until she almost fell, but she regained her balance and set in her muscles, pedalled as fast as she could. At last she lifted her head. Surely it could not be over a mile more. She had covered two of cordroy and at least three of gravel and it was only six in all. She was reeling in the saddle, but she gripped the bars with new energy and raced desperately. The sun beat on her bare head and hands. Just when she was choking with dust and almost prostrate with heat and exhaustion, she ran into a broken bottle. Snap! went the tyre. The wheel swerved and pitched over. The angel rolled into the thick yellow dust of the road and lay quietly. From afar Duncan began to notice a strange, dust-covered object in the road as he headed toward town with the first load of the day's falling. He chirripped to the bays and hurried them all he could. As he neared the angel, he saw it was a woman and a broken wheel. He was beside her in an instant. He carried her to a shaded fence corner, stretched her on the grass and wiped the dust from the lovely face all dirt-streaked, crimson and bearing a startling whiteness around the mouth and nose. Wheels were common enough. Many of the farmer's daughters owned and rode them, but he knew these same farmer's daughters. This face was a stranger's. He glanced at the angel's tumbled clothing, the silkiness of her hair, with its pale satin ribbon, and noticed that she had lost her hat. Her lips tightened in an ominous quiver. He lifted her and picked up the wheel. As he had surmised, he knew it. This, then, was freckles of swamp angel. There was trouble in the limberlost, and she had broken down racing to McLean. Duncan turned the bays into a fence corner, tied one of them, unharnessed the other, fastened up the trace chains and hurried to the nearest farmhouse to the angel. He found a woman who took a bottle of camphor, a jug of water, and some towels and started on the run. Then Duncan put the bay to speed and raced to camp. The angel left alone, lay still for a second. Then she shivered and opened her eyes. She saw that she was on the grass and the broken wheel beside her. Instantly she realised that someone had carried her there and gone after help. She looked up and looked around. She noticed the load of logs and the one horse. Someone was riding off to help for her. Oh, poor freckles, she wailed. They may be killing him by now. Oh, how much time have I wasted? She hurried to the other bay, her fingers flying as she set him free. Snatching up a big black snake whip that lay on the ground, she caught the hams, stretched along the horse's neck, for the first time, the fine, big fellow felt on his back the quality of the lash that Duncan was accustomed to crack over him. He was frightened and ran at top speed. The angel passed a wildly waving, screaming woman on the road and a little later a man riding as if he too were in great haste. The man called to her, but she only lay lower and used the whip. Soon the feet of the man's horse sounded farther and farther away. In the south camp they were loading a second wagon when the angel appeared riding one of Duncan's bays, lathered and dripping and cried. Everybody, go to freckles. There are thieves stealing trees and they had him bound. They're going to kill him. She wheeled the horse toward the limberlust. The alarm sounded through camp. The gang were not unprepared. McLean sprang to Nellie's back and raced after the angel. As they passed Duncan he wheeled and followed. Soon the pike was in a regular procession of barebacked riders, wildly driving flying horses toward the swamp. The boss rode neck and neck with the angel. He repeatedly commanded her to stop and fall out of line until he remembered that he would need her to lead him to freckles. Then he gave up and rode beside her for she was sending the bay at as sharp a pace as the other horses could keep and hold out. He could see that she was not hearing him. He glanced back and saw that Duncan was close. There was something terrifying in the appearance of the big man and the manner in which he sat his breast and rode. It would be a sad day for the man on whom Duncan's wrath broke. There were four others close behind him and the pike filling with the remainder of the gang. So McLean took heart and raced beside the angel. Over and over he asked her where the trouble was but she only gripped the hams, leaned along the bay's neck and slashed away with the black's neck. The steaming hus with crimson nostrils and heaving sides stretched out and ran for home with all the speed there was in him. When they passed the cabin, the bird woman's carriage was there and Mrs. Duncan in the door ringing her hands. But the bird woman was nowhere to be seen. The angel sent the bay along the path and turned into the west trail while the men bunched and followed her. When she reached the entrance to Freckels' room, there were four men with her and two more very close behind. She slid from the hus and snatched the little revolver from her pocket, darted toward the bushes. McLean caught them back and withdrawn weapon pressed beside her. There they stopped in astonishment. The bird woman blocked the entrance. Over a small limb lay her revolver. It was trained at short range on Blackjack and Wessner who stood with their hands above their heads. Freckels, with the blood trickling down his face from an ugly cut in his temple, was gagged and bound to the tree again. The remainder of the men were gone. Blackjack was raving as a maniac and when they looked closer it was only the left arm that he raised. His right, with the hand shattered, hung helpless at his side while his revolver lay at Freckels' feet. Wessner's weapon was in his belt and beside him Freckels' club. Freckels' face was white with colourless lips but in his eyes was the strength of undying courage. McLean pushed past the bird woman crying. Hold steady on them only one minute more. He snatched the revolver from Wessner's belt and stooped for jacks. At that instant the angel rushed past. She tore the gag from Freckels and seizing the rope knotted on his chest she tugged at it desperately. Under her fingers it gave way and she hold it to McLean. The men were crowding in and Duncan seized Wessner. As the angel saw Freckels stand out free she reached her arms to him and pitched forward. A fearful oath burst from the lips of Blackjack. To have saved his life Freckels could not have avoided the glance of triumph he gave Jack when folding the angel in his arms and stretching her on the mosses. The bird woman cried out sharply for water as she ran to them. Someone sprang to bring that and another to break open the case for Brandy. As McLean arose from binding Wessner there was a cry that Jack was escaping. He was already far in the swamp running for its densest part in leaping bounds. Every man who could be spared plunged after him. Other members of the gang arriving were sent to follow the tracks of the wagons. The teamsters had driven from the west entrance and crossing the swale had taken the same route the bird woman and the angel had before them. There had been ample time for the drivers to reach the road. After that they could take any one of four directions. Traffic was heavy and lumber wagons were passing almost constantly so the men turned back and joined the more exciting hunt for a man. The remainder of the gang joined them also farmers of the region and travelers attracted by the disturbance. Watchers were set along the trail at short intervals. They patrolled the line and roads through the swamp that night with lighted torches and the next day McLean headed as thorough a search as he felt could be made of one side while Duncan covered the other. But Blackjack could not be found. Spies were set around his home in Wildcat Hollow to ascertain if he reached there or aid was being sent in any direction for him. But it was soon clear that his relatives were ignorant of his hiding place and were searching for him. Great is the elasticity of youth. A hot bath and a sound night's sleep renewed Freckles' strength and it needed but little more to work the same result with the angel. Freckles was on the trail early the next morning. Besides a crowd of people anxious to witness Jack's capture he found four stalwart guards, one at each turn. In his heart he was compelled to admit that he was glad to have them there. Close noon McLean placed his men in charge of Duncan and taking Freckles drove to town to see how the angel fared. McLean visited a greenhouse and bought an arm load of its finest products but Freckles would have none of them. He would carry his message in a glowing mass of the Limberlost's first golden rod. The bird woman received them and in answer to their eager inquiries said that the angel was in no way seriously injured only so bruised and shaken that their doctor had ordered her to lie quietly for the day. Though she was sore and stiff they were having work to keep her in bed. Her callers sent up their flowers with their grateful regards and the angel promptly returned word that she wanted to see them. She reached both hands to McLean. What if one old tree is gone? You don't care, sir? You feel that Freckles has kept his trust as nobody ever did before, don't you? You won't forget all those long first days of fright that you told us of. The fearful cold of winter, the rain, heat and lonesomeness and the brave days and lately nights too and let him feel that his trust is broken. Oh, Mr. McLean! She begged. Say something to him. Do something to make him feel that it isn't for nothing he has watched and suffered it out with that old Limberlost. Make him see how great and fine it is and how far, far better he has done than you or any of us expected. What's one old tree anyway? She cried passionately. I was thinking before you came. Those other men were rank-big cowards. They were scared for their lives. If they were the drivers, I wager you gloves against gloves. They never took those logs out to the pike. My coming upset them. Before you feel bad anymore, you go look and see if they didn't lose courage the minute they left Westerner and Blackjack. Dump that timber and run. I don't believe they ever had the grit to drive out with it in daylight. Go see if they didn't figure on leaving the way we did the other morning and you'll find the logs before you reach the road. They never risked taking them into the open when they got away and had time to think. Of course they didn't. And then another thing. You haven't lost your wager. It never will be claimed because you made it with a stout, dark, red-faced man who drives a bay and a grey. He was right back of you, Mr. McLean, when I came yesterday. He went deathly white and shook on his feet when he saw those men probably would be caught. Some one of them was something to him and you can just spot him for one of the men at the bottom of your troubles and urging those younger fellows to steal from you. I suppose he'd promised to divide. You settle with him and that business will stop. She turned to freckles. And you be the happiest man alive because you have kept your trust. Go look where I tell you and you'll find the logs. I can see just about where they are. When they go up that steep little hill into the next woods after the cornfield, why? They could unloose the chains and the logs would roll from the wagons themselves. Now you go look and Mr. McLean, you do feel that freckles has been brave and faithful. You won't love him any the less even if you don't find the logs. The angels' nerve gave way and she began to cry. Freckles could not endure it. He almost ran from the room with the tears in his eyes. But McLean took the angel from the bird woman's arms and kissed her brave little face, stroked her hair, and petted her into quietness before he left. As they drove to the swamp, McLean so earnestly seconded all that the angel had said that he soon had the boy feeling much better. Freckles, your angel has a spice of the devil in her, but she's superb. You needn't spend any time questioning or bewailing anything she does. Just worship blindly, my boy, by heaven. She's sense, courage, and beauty for half a dozen girls, said McLean. It's all together right you are, sir, affirmed freckles heartily. Presently, he added, there's no question but the series is over now. Don't think it, answered McLean. The bird woman is working for success, and success along any line is not won by being scared out. She will be back on the usual day, and ten to one, the angel will be with her. They are made of pretty stern stuff, and they don't scare worth a cent. Before I left, I told the bird woman it would be safe, and it will. You may do your usual walking, but those four guards are there to remain. They are under your orders absolutely. They are prohibited from firing on any bird, or molesting anything that you want to protect. But there they remain, and this time it is useless for you to say one word. I have listened to your pride too long. You are too precious to me, and there's no other way. I have listened to your pride too long. I have listened to your pride too long. I have listened to your pride too long. You are too precious to me, and that voice of yours is too precious to the world to run any more risks. I am sorry to have anything spoil the series," said Freckles. And I'd love them to be coming. The angel is special, but it can't be. You'll have to tell them so. You see, Jack would have been ready to stake his life she meant what she said and did to him. When the team pulled out, Wessner seized me. I went to quarrel in over whether they should finish me then, or take me to the next tree they were forfelling. Between them, they were pulling me around and hurting me bad. Wessner wanted to get at me right then, and Jack said he shouldn't be touching me till the last tree was out, and all the rest of them gone. I'm belaying Jack rarely hated to see me done for in the beginning. And I think too, he was afraid if Wessner finished me then, he'd lose his nerve and cut. And they couldn't be managing the felling without him. Anyway, they were hauling me around like I was already past all feeling, and they tied me up again. To keep me courage up, I twitched Wessner about having to tie me up and needing another man to help handle me. I told him what I'd do to him if I was free, and he grabs up my own club and lays open my head with it. When the blood came streaming, it set Jack raving, and he cursed and damned Wessner for a coward and a softie. Then Wessner turned on Jack and gives it to him for letting the angel make a fool of him, tells him she was just playing with him, and beyond all manner of doubt she'd gone after you, and there was nothing to do on account of his foolishness but finish me, get out and let the rest of the timber go, for likely you was on the way right then. That drove Jack plum crazy. I don't think he was for having a doubt of the angel before, but then he just raved. He grabbed out his gun and turned on Wessner. Spang! It went out of his fist, and the order comes. Hands up! Wessner reached for kingdom come like he was expecting to grab hold and pull himself up. Jack puts up what he has left. He tells me what he'll do to me if he ever gets out of there alive. Then just like a snake hissing he spits out what he'll do to her for playing him. He did get away, and with his strength that wound in his hand won't be bothering him long. He'll do to me just what he said, and when he hears it really was she that went after you. Why? He'll keep his oath about her. He's lived in the swamp all his life, sir, but he says it's always been the home of cutthroats, outlaws, and runaways. He knows it most secret places as none of the others. He's alive. He's in there now, sir. Someway he'll keep alive. If you'd seen his face or scarlet with passion, twisted with pain, and black with hate and heard him swearing that oath you'd know it was a sure thing. I ain't done with him yet. I've brought this awful thing on her. And I haven't begun with him yet, said McLean, setting his teeth. I've been away too slow and too easy, believing there'd be no greater harm than the loss of a tree. I've sent for a couple of first-class detectives. We will put them on his track and root him out and rid the country of him. I don't propose for him to stop either our work or our pleasure. As for his being in the swamp now, I don't believe it. He'd find a way out last night in spite of us. Don't you worry. I am at the helm now and I'll see to that gentleman in my own way. I wished my soul you had seen and heard him, said Frickles, unconvinced. They entered the swamp, taking the route followed by the bird woman and the angel. They really did find the logs, almost where the angel had predicted they would be. McLean went to the south camp and had an interview with Crowan that completely convinced him that the angel was correct there also. But he had no proof, so all he could do was to discharge the man. Although his guilt was so apparent that he offered to withdraw the wager, then McLean sent for a pack of bloodhounds and put them on the trail of Blackjack. They clung to it, on and on, into the depths of the swamp, leading their followers through what had been considered impassable and impenetrable ways, and finally around near the west entrance and into the swale. Here the dogs bellowed, raved and followed over each other in their excitement. They raced back and forth from swamp to swale, but followed the same father they would not, even though cruelly driven. At last their owner attributed their actions to snakes, and as they were very valuable dogs, abandoned the efforts to urge them on. So that all they really established was the fact that Blackjack had eluded their vigilance and crossed the trail some time in the night. He had escaped to the swale. From there he probably crossed the corduroy, and reaching the lower end of the swamp had found friends. It was a great relief to feel he was not in the swamp, and it raised the spirits of every man on the line. Though many of them expressed regrets that he who was undoubtedly most to blame should escape, while Westerner, who in the beginning was only his tool, should be left to punishment. But for freckles, with Jack's fearful oath ringing in his ears, there was neither rest nor peace. He was almost ill when the day for the next study of the series arrived, and he saw the bird woman and the angel coming down the corduroy. The guards of the east line he left at their customary places. But those of the west he brought over and placed, one near little chicken's tree, and the other at the carriage. He was firm about the angels remaining in the carriage, that he did not offer to have unhitched. He went with the bird woman to secure the picture, which was the easiest matter it had been at any time yet, for the simple reason that the placing of the guards and the unusual movement around the swamp had made Mr. and Mrs. Chicken timid, and they had not carried little Chicken the customary amount of food. Freckles, in the anxiety of the past few days, had neglected him, and he had been so hungry much of the time that when the bird woman held up a sweet bread, although he had started to warn the recesses of the log at her coming, he stopped. With slightly opened beak, he waited anxiously for the treat, and gave a study of great value, showing every point of his head, also his wing and tail development. When the bird woman proposed to look for other subjects close about the line, Freckles went so far as to tell her that Jack had made fearful threats against the angel. He implored her to take the angel home and keep her under unceasing guard until Jack was located. He wanted to tell her all about it, but he knew how dear the angel was to her, and he dreaded to burden her with his fears, and they might prove groundless. He allowed her to go, but afterward blamed himself severely for having done so. End of Chapter 13 Recording by James Wood JamesWoodNarrator.com Chapter 14 of Freckles This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by JamesWood JamesWoodNarrator.com Freckles by Gene Stratton-Porter Chapter 14 Wherein Freckles nurses a heartache and Blackjack drops out. McLean, said Mrs. Duncan, as the boss paused to greet her and pass in the cabin. Do you know that Freckles has not been in bed the past five nights and only has eaten in that many days you could pack into a pint cup? Why? What does the boy mean? demanded McLean. There is no necessity for him being on guard with the watch I have set on the line. I had no idea he was staying down there. He's not there, said Mrs. Duncan. He goes somewhere else. He leaves on his wheel just after we are bed and rides in close cockro or a little earlier. And he's looking like death and nothing short of it. But where does he go? asked McLean in astonishment. I'm not given to bearing tales out of school, said Sarah Duncan. But in this case, I'd tell you if I could. What the trouble is I didn't can. If it is not stopped, he's in for dreadful sickness and I thought you could find out and help him. He's in serious trouble, that's all I know. McLean sat brooding as he stroked nearly his neck. At last, he said, I suspect I understand. At any rate, I think I can find out. Thank you for telling me. You'll no need telling once you clap your eyes on him, prophesied Mrs. Duncan. His face is all a glistening yellow and he's peaked as a start of an caged bird. McLean rode to the Lumberlost and, stopping in the shade, sat waiting for freckles, whose hour for passing the foot of the lease had come. Along the north line came freckles, fairly staggering. When he turned east and reached Sleepy Snake Creek, sliding through the swale as the long black snake for which it was named, he sat on the bridge and closed his burning eyes, but they would not remain shut. As if pulled by wires, the heavy lids flew open while the outraged nose and muscles of his body danced, twitched and tingled. He bent forward and idly watched the limpid little stream flowing beneath his feet. Stretching into the swale, it came creeping between an impenetrable wall of magnificent wildflowers, vines and ferns. Milkweed, goldenrod, ironwort, fringed gentians, cardinal flowers and turtle head stood on the very edge of the creek and every flower of them had a double in the water. Wild clematis crowned with snow the heads of trees scattered here and there on the bank. From afar, the creek appeared to be murky, dirty water. Rarely it was clear and sparkling. The tinge of blackness was gained from its bed of muck showing through the transparent current. He could see small and wonderfully marked fish. It became of them when the creek spread into the swamp. For one thing they would make mighty fine eating for the family of that self-satisfied old blue heron. Freckle sat so quietly that soon the brim of his hat was covered with snake feeders, rasping their crisp wings and singing while they rested. Some of them settled on the club and one on his shoulder. He was so motionless. Feathers, fur and gauze were so accustomed to him that all through the swell they continued their daily life and forgot he was there. The heron family were wading the mouth of the creek. Freckle's idly wondered whether the nerve-wracking rasps they occasionally omitted indicated domestic felicity or a raging quarrel. He could not decide. A shite poke with flaring crest went stalking across a bare space mouth. A stately brown bitten waded into the clear flowing water lifting his feet high at every step and setting them down carefully as if he dreaded wetting them and with slightly parted beak stood eagerly watching around him for worms. Behind him were some mighty trees of the swamp above and below the bank glowed a solid wall of goldenrod. No wonder the ancients had chosen yellow colour to represent victory for the fierce, conquering hue of the sun was in it. They had done well too in selecting purple as the emblem of royalty. For it was a dignified compelling colour while in its warm tone there was a hint of blood. It was the limberlost's hour to proclaim her sovereignty and triumph. Everywhere she flaunted her yellow banner and trailed the purple of her mantle that was paler in the thistle heads took on strength in the first opening asters and glowed and burned in the iron wart. He gazed into her damp, mossy recesses where high piled ribbon trees decayed under coats of living green where a dainty vine swayed and clambered and here and there a yellow leaf fluttering down presaged the coming of winter. His love of the swamp laid hold of him and shook him with its force. Compellingly beautiful was the limberlost but cruel with all for inside bleached the uncoffin bones of her victims while she had mis-cradling him oh so narrowly he shifted restlessly the movement sent the snake feeders skimming the hum of life swelled and roared in his strained ears small turtles that had climbed on a log to sun splashed clumsily into the water somewhere in the timber of the bridge a bloodthirsty little frog cried sharply kill him kill him freckles muttered it's worse than that blackjack's were to do to me little fellow a muskrat waded down the bank and swam for the swamp its pointed nose ruffling the water into a shining trail in its wake then below the turtle log a dripping silver grey head with shining eyes was cautiously lifted and freckles' hand slid to his revolver higher and higher came the head a long heavy furcoated body arose now half now three fourths from the water freckles looked at his shaking hand and doubted but he gathered his forces the shot rang and the otter lay quiet he hurried down and tried to lift it he scarcely could muster strength to carry it to the bridge the consciousness that he really could go no farther with it made freckles realise the fact that he was close to the limit of human endurance he could bear it little if any longer every hour the dear face of the angel wavered before him and behind it the awful distorted image of blackjack as he had sworn to the punishment he would meet out to her he must either see mclean or else make a trip to town and find her father what should he do he was almost a stranger so the angel's father might not be impressed with what he said as he would if mclean went to him then he remembered that mclean had said he would come that morning freckles never had forgotten before he hurried on the east trail as far as his tottering legs would carry him he stopped when he came to the first guard and telling him of his luck asked him to get the otter and carry it to the cabin as he was anxious to meet mclean freckles passed the second guard without seeing him and hurried to the boss he took off his hat, wiped his forehead and stood silent under the eyes of mclean the boss was dumbfounded mrs. Duncan had led him to expect that he would find a change in freckles but this was almost deathly the fact was apparent that the boy scarcely knew what he was doing his eyes had a glazed, farsighted appearance that wrung the heart of the man who loved him without a thought of preliminaries mclean leaned in the saddle and drew freckles to him my poor lad, he said my poor dear lad tell me and we will try to write it freckles had twisted his fingers in nely's mane at the kind words his face dropped on mclean's thigh and he shook with a nervous chill mclean gathered him closer and waited when the guard came with the otter mclean without a word motioned him to lay it down and leave them freckles said mclean at last will you tell me or must I set to work in the dark and try to find the trouble or I want to tell you I must tell you sir shuddered freckles I cannot be bearing it the day alone I was coming to you when I remembered you would be here he lifted his face and gazed across the swale with his jaws set firmly a minute as if gathering his forces then he spoke it's the angel sir he said instinctively mclean's grip on him tightened and freckles looked into the boss's face and wonder I tried the other day said freckles and I couldn't seem to make you see it's only that there hasn't been an hour waking or sleeping since the day she parted the bushes and looked into me room that the face of her hasn't been before me in all the tenderness beauty and mischief of it she talked to me friendly like she trusted me entirely to take right care of her she helped me with things about me books she traded me like I was born a gentleman and shared with me as if I were of her own blood she walked the streets of the town with me before her friends with all the pride of a queen she forgot herself and didn't mind the bird woman and run big risks to help find me that first day sir this last time she walked into that gang of murderers and took their leader and twisted him to the will of her she outdone him and raised the life almost out of her trying to save me since I can remember whatever the thing was that happened to me in the beginning has been me curse I've been bitter hard and smart in under it hopelessly she came by and found me voice and put hope of life and success like other men into me in spite of it freckles held up his maimed arm look at it sir he said a thousand times I've cursed it hanging there helpless she took it on the street before all the people just as if she didn't see that it was a thing to hide and shrink from again and again I've had the feeling with her if I didn't entirely forget it that she didn't see it was gone and I must be pointing it out to her her touch on it was so sacred like at times since I've caught myself looking at the awful thing near like I was proud of it sir if I had been born your son she couldn't be treating me more as her equal and she can't help knowing you ain't truly my father nobody can know the homeliness or the ignorance of me better than I do and all me lack of birth relatives and money and what's it to all to her freckles stepped back squared his shoulders the lift of his head looked straight into the boss's eyes you saw her in the beautiful little room of her and you can't be forgetting how she begged and plead with you for me she touched me body and was sanctified she laid her lips on my brow and was sacrament nobody knows the height of her better than me nobody studied me depths closer there's no bridge for the great distance between us sir and clearest of all I'm for realising it but she risked terrible things when she came to me among that gang of thieves she wore herself past bearing to save me from such an easy thing as death now here's me a man a big strong man and let her live under that fearful oath so worse than any death would be for her and lifting not a finger to save her I cannot hear it sir it's killing me by inches Blackjack's hand may not have been hurt so bad any hour he may be creeping up behind her any minute the awful revenge she swore to be taking may in some way fall on her and I haven't even warned her father I can't stay here doing nothing another hour the five nights gone I've watched under her windows but there's the whole of the day she's her own horse and little cart and free to be driving through the town and country as she pleases if any evil comes to her through Blackjack it comes from her angel like goodness to me somewhere he's hiding somewhere he is waiting his chance somewhere he is reaching out for her I tell you I cannot I dare not be bearing it longer freckles be quiet said McLean his eyes humid and his voice quivering with the pity of it all believe me I did not understand I know the angel's father well I will go to him at once I have transacted business with him for the past three years I will make him see I am only beginning to realize your agony and the real danger there is for the angel believe me I will see that she is fully protected the day and night until Jack is located and disposed of and I promise you further that if I fail to move her father or make him understand the danger I will maintain a guard over her until Jack is caught now will you go bathe drink some milk go to bed and sleep for hours and then be my brave bright old boy again yes said freckles simply but McLean could see the flesh was twitching on the lads bones what was it the guard brought there McLean asked in an effort to distract freckles' thoughts oh freckles said glancing where the boss pointed I forgot it it is an otter and fine past believing for this warm weather I shot it at the creek this morning it was a good shot considering I expected to miss freckles picked up the animal and started toward McLean with it but nearly pricked up her dainty little ears danced into the swell and snorted with fright freckles dropped the otter and ran to her head for pity's sake get her on the trail sir he begged she's just about where the old king rattler crosses to go into the swamp the old buster Duncan and I have been telling you of I haven't a doubt but it was the one mother Duncan met it was down the trail there just a little farther on that I found her and it's sure to be close yet McLean slid from nearly's back led her into the trail farther down the line and tied her to a bush then he went to examine the otter it was a rare big specimen with exquisitely fine long silky hair what do you want to do with it freckles asked McLean as he stroked the soft fur lingeringly do you know that this is very valuable I was for almost praying so sir said freckles as I saw it coming up the bank I thought this once somewhere in a book there was a picture of a young girl and she was just a breath like the beautifulness of the angel her hands were in a moth as big as her body and I thought it was so pretty I think she was some queen or the like do you suppose I could have this skin tanned and made into such a moth as that an enormous big one sir of course you can said McLean that's a fine idea and it's easy enough we must box and express the otter cold storage by the first train you stand guard a minute and I'll tell Hall to carry it to the cabin I'll put Nelly to Duncan's rig then we'll drive to town and call on the angel's father then we'll start the otter while it is fresh and I'll write your instructions later it would be a mighty fine thing for you to give to the angel as a little reminder of the limberlost before it is despoiled and as a souvenir of her trip for you freckles lifted a face with a glow of happy color creeping into it and eyes lighting with a former brightness throwing his arms around McLean he cried oh how I love you oh I wish I could make you know how I love you McLean strained him to his breast God bless you freckles he said I do know we're going to have some good old times out of this world together and we can't begin too soon would you rather sleep first or have a bite of lunch take the drive with me and then rest I don't know but sleep will come sooner and deeper to take the ride and have your mind set at ease before you lie down suppose you go suppose I do said freckles with a glimmer of the old light in his eyes a newly found strength to shoulder the otter together they turned into the trail McLean noticed and spoke of the big black chickens they've been hanging around out there for several days past said freckles do you see what I think it means I think the old rattler has killed something too big for him to swallow and he's keeping guard and won't let me chickens have it I'm just sure from the way the birds have acted out there all summer that it is the rattler's den you watch them now see the way they dip in in rice frightened like suddenly McLean turned toward him with blanching face freckles my god so shouted freckles he dropped the otter, caught up his club and plunged into the swale reaching for his revolver McLean followed the chickens circled higher at their coming and the big snake lifted his head and rattled angrily it sank in sinuous coils at the report of McLean's revolver and together he and freckles stood beside blackjack his face was evident and most horrible come, said the boss at last we don't dare touch him we will get a sheet from Mrs. Duncan and tuck over him to keep these swarms of insects away and set hall on guard while we find the officers freckles' lips closed resolutely he deliberately thrust his club under blackjack's body and raising him rested it on his knee he pulled a long silver pin from the front of the dead man's shirt and sent it spinning into the swale then he gathered up a few crumpled bright flowers and dropped them into the pool far away my soul is sick with the horror of this thing said McLean as he and freckles drove to war town I can't understand how jack dared risk creeping through the swale even in desperation no one knew its dangers better than he and why did he choose the rankest muckiest place to cross the swamp don't you think sir it was because it was on a line with the limberlost south of the cordury the grass was tallest there and he counted on those willows to screen him once he got among them he would have been safe to walk by stooping if he'd made it past that place he'd been sure to get out well I'm as sorry for jack as I know how to be said McLean but I can't help feeling relieved that our troubles are over for now they are with so dreadful a punishment for jack Wessner under arrest and warrants for the others we can count on their going away and remaining as for anyone else I don't think they will care to attempt stealing my timber after the experience of these men there's no other man here than jack's finability and woodcraft he was an expert did you ever hear of anyone who ever tried to locate any trees except in him? asked freckles no I never did said McLean I'm sure there was no one besides him you see it was only with the arrival of our company that the other fellows centered good stuff in the limberlost and tried to work in jack knew the swamp better than anyone here when he found there were two companies trying to lease he wanted to stand in with the one from which he could realize the most even then he had trees marked that he was trying to dispose of I think his sole intention enforcing me to discharge him from my gang was to come here and try to steal timber we had no idea when we took the lease what a gold mine it was that's exactly what Wessner said that first day he said freckles eagerly that was a gold mine he said he didn't know where the marked trees were but he knew a man who did and if I would hold off and let them get the marked ones there were a dozen they could get out in a few days freckles cried McLean you don't mean a dozen that's what he said sir a dozen he said they couldn't tell how the grain of all of them would work up of course it's all worth taking out and five or six were real gold mines this makes three they've tried so there must be nine more marked and several of them for being just fine well I wish I knew which they were said McLean so I could get them out first I have been thinking said freckles I believe if you will leave one of the guards on the line say hall I will begin on the swamp at the north end and lay it off in sections and try to hunt out the marked trees I suppose they are all marked something like that first maple on the line was Wessner mentioned another good one not so far from that he said it was best of all I'd been having the swelled head if I could find that of course I don't know a thing about the trees but I could hunt for the marks Jack was so good at it that he could tell some of them by the bark but all he wanted to take that we found so far have just had a deep chip cut out rather lower down and where the bushes were thick over it I believe I could be finding some of them good head said McLean we will do that you may begin as soon as you are rested and about things you come across in the swamp freckles the most trifling little thing that you think the bird woman would want take your wheel and go after her at any time I'll leave two men on the line so that you will have one on either side and you can come and go as you please have you stopped to think of all we owe her my boy yes and the angel we owe her a lot too said freckles I owe her me life and honour it's lying awake nights trying to think how I'm ever to pay her up well begin with the muff suggested McLean that should be fine he bends down and ruffled the rich fur of the otter line at his feet I don't see exactly how it comes to be in such splendid fur in summer their coats are always thick and cold weather but this scarcely could be improved I'll wire Cooper to be watching for it they must have it fresh when it's tanned we won't spare any expense in making it up it should be a royal thing and some way I think it will exactly suit the angel I can't think of anything that would be more appropriate for her neither can I agreed freckles heartily when I reach the city there's one other thing if I have the money after the muff is finished he told McLean of Mrs. Duncan's desire for a hat similar to the angels he hesitated a little in the tally keeping sharp watch on McLean's face when he saw the boss's eyes were full of comprehension and sympathy he loved him anew for as ever McLean was quick to understand instead of laughing he said I think you'll have to let me in on that too you mustn't be selfish you know I'll tell you what we'll do send it for Christmas I'll be home then and we can full a box you get the hat I'll add a dress and wrap you buy Duncan a hat and gloves I'll send him a big overcoat and we'll put in a lot of little stuff for the babies won't that be fun freckles fairly shivered with delight that would be a way too serious for fun he said that would be heavenly how long will it be he began counting the time and McLean deliberately set himself to encourage freckles and keep his thoughts from the trouble of the past few days for he had been overwrought and needed quiet and rest End of Chapter 14 Recording by James Wood JamesWoodNarrator.com Chapter 15 of Freckles This is a LibriVox recording All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain For more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org Recording by JamesWood JamesWoodNarrator.com Freckles Chapter 15 Wherein Freckles and the Angel try taking a picture and little chicken furnishes the subject A week later everything at the Limberlost was precisely as it had been before the tragedy except the case in Freckles' room now rested on the stump of the newly felled tree Enough of the vines were left to cover it prettily and every vestige of the havoc of a few days before was gone New Guards were patrolling the trail Freckles was roughly laying off the swamp in sections and searching for marked trees In that time he had found one deeply chipped and the chip cunningly replaced and tacked in It promised to be quite rare so he was jubilant He also found so many subjects for the bird woman that her coming was of almost daily occurrence and the hours he spent with her and the Angel were nothing less than golden The Limberlost was now arrayed as the Queen of Sheba in all her glory The first frosts of autumn had bejeweled her crown in flashing topaz ruby and emerald Around her feet trailed the purple of her garments while in her hand was her golden scepter Everything was at full tide It seemed as if nothing could grow lovelier and was all standing still a few weeks waiting coming destruction The swamp was palpitant with life Every pair of birds that had flocked to it in the spring was now multiplied by from two to ten The young were tame from Freckles' tri-parenthood and so plump and sleek that they were quite as beautiful as their elders Even if, in many cases they lacked their brilliant plumage It was the same story of increase everywhere There were chubby little groundhogs scudding on the trail There were cunning baby coons and opossums peeping from hollow logs and trees Young muskrats followed their parents across the lagoons If you could come upon a family of foxes that had not yet disbanded and see the young playing with a wild duck's carcass that their mother had brought and note the pride and satisfaction in her eyes as she lay at one side guarding them It would be a picture not to be forgotten Freckles never tired of studying the devotion of a fox mother to her babies To him whose early life had been so embittered by continual proof of neglect and cruelty in human parents toward their children The love of these furred and feathered folk of the Lumberlost was even more of a miracle than to the bird woman and the angel The angel liked the baby rabbits and squirrels Earlier in the season when the young were yet very small it so happened that at times Freckles could give into her hands one of these little ones Then it was pure joy to stand back and watch her heaving breast flushed cheek and shining eyes Hers were such lovely eyes Freckles had discovered lately that they were not so dark as he had thought them at first but that the length and thickness of lash by which they were shaded made them appear darker than they rarely were They were forever changing Now sparkling and darkling with wit Now humid with sympathy Now burning with fire of courage Now taking on strength of colour with ambition Now flashing and dignitly at the abuse of any creature She had carried several of the squirrel and bunny babies home and had littered the conservatory with them Her care of them was perfect She was learning their natural history from nature and having much healthful exercise To her they were the most interesting of all but the bird woman preferred the birds with the close second in the moths and butterflies Brown butterfly time had come The edge of the swale was filled with milkweed and other plants beloved of them and the air was golden with the flashing satin wings of the monarch viceroy and organis They outnumbered those of any other colour three to one Among the birds it rarely seemed as if the little yellowfellows were in the preponderance At least they were until the red winged blackbirds and bobberlings that had nested on the upland suddenly saw in the swamp the garden of the lord and came swarming by hundreds to feast and adventure upon it in these last few weeks before migration Never was there a finer feast spread for the birds The grasses were filled with seeds so too were weeds of every variety Fall berries were ripe Wild grapes and black haws were ready Bugs were creeping everywhere The muck was yeasty with worms Insects filled the air Nature made glorious pause for holiday before her next change and by none of the frequenters of the swamp was this more appreciated than by the big black chickens They seemed to feel the new reign of peace and fullness most of all As for food they did not even have to hunt for themselves these days For the feasts now being spread before little chicken were more than he could use and he was glad to have his parents come down and help him He was a fine big overgrown fellow and his wings with quills of jetty black gleaming with bronze were so strong they almost lifted his body He had three inches of tail and his beak and claws were sharp His muscles began to clamour for exercise He rest the forty feet of his home back and forth many times every hour of the day After a few days of that he began lifting and spreading his wings and flopping them until the down on his back was filled with elm fibre Then he commenced jumping The funny little hops springs and sidewise bounce he gave set freckles and the angel hidden in the swamp watching him in the circles of delight Sometimes he fell to coquettin with himself and that was the funniest thing of all for he turned his head up down from side to side and drew in his chin with pranky little jerks and tilts He would stretch his neck throw up his head turn it to one side and smirk actually smirk the most complacent and self-satisfied smirk that anyone ever saw from the bird It was so comical that freckles and the angel told the bird woman of it one day When she finished her work on little chicken she left them the camera ready for use telling them they might hide in the bushes and watch If little chicken came out and truly smirked and they could squeeze the bulb at the proper moment to snap him she would be more than delighted freckles and the angel quietly curled the log and with eager eyes and softest breathing they patiently waited but little chicken had feasted before they told of his latest accomplishment he was tired and sleepy so he went into the log to bed and for an hour he never stirred they were becoming anxious for the light soon would be gone and they had so wanted to try for the picture at last little chicken lifted his head opened his beak and gaped widely he dozed a minute or two more the angel said that was his beauty sleep then he lazily gaped again and stood up stretching in your name he ambled leisurely toward the gateway and the angel said now we may have a chance at last I do hope so shivered freckles with one accord they arose to their knees and strained their eyes on the mouth of the log the light was full and strong little chicken prospected again with no results he dressed his plumage polished his beak and when he felt fine and in full toilet he began to flirt with himself freckles' eyes snapped and his breath sucked between his clenched teeth he's going to do it whispered the angel that will come next you'll best give me that bulb yes as entered freckles but he was looking at the log and he made no move to relinquish the bulb little chicken nodded daintily and ruffled his feathers he gave his head sundry little sidewise jerks and rapidly shifted his point of vision once there was the fleeting little ghost of a smirk now, no snapped the angel freckles leaned toward the bird tensely he waited unconsciously the hand of the angel clasped his he scarcely knew it was there suddenly little chicken sprang straight in the air and landed with a thud the angel started slightly but freckles was immovable then as if in approval of his last performance the big overgrown baby wheeled until he was more than three quarters almost full side toward the camera straightened on his legs squared his shoulders stretched his neck full height drew in his chin and smirked his most pronounced smirk directly in the face of the lens freckles' fingers closed on the bulb convulsively and the angels closed on his at the instant then she heaved a great sigh of relief and lifted her hands to push back the damp, clustering hair from her face how soon do you suppose it would be finished? came freckles' strident whisper for the first time the angel looked at him he was on his knees leaning forward his eyes directed toward the bird the perspiration running and little streams down his red mosquito-bitten face his hat was oary his bright hair rampant his breast heaving with excitement while he yet gripped the bulb with every ounce of strength in his body do you think we were forgetting it? he asked the angel could only nod freckles heaved a deep sigh of relief well if that ain't the hardest work I ever did in my life he exclaimed it's no wonder the beard-womans were coming out of the swamp looking as if she's been through a fire a flood and a famine if that's what she goes through day after day but if you think we got it why? it's worth all it took and I'm glad as ever you are sure they put the holders in the case carefully closed the camera set it in also and carried it to the road then freckles exalted now let's be telling the bird-woman about it he shouted wildly dancing and swinging his hat we got it we got it I bet the forum we got it hand in hand they ran to the north end of the swamp yelling we got it like young comanches and never gave a thought to what they might do until a big blue-gray bird with long neck and trailion legs arose on flapping wings and sailed over the limberlost the angel became white to the lips and gripped freckles with both hands he gulped with mortification and turned his back to frighten her subject away carelessly it was the head-crime in the bird-woman's category she extended her hands as she arose baked, blistered and dripping and exclaimed bless you, my children bless you and it truly sounded as if she meant it why why? stammered the bewildered angel freckles hurried into the breach you must be for blaming every bit on me I was thinking we got little chicken's picture real good I was so drunk with the joy of it I lost all of my senses and says I like a fool I was for running and I sort of dragged the angel along oh freckles expostulated the angel are you loony? of course it was all my fault I've been with her hundreds of times I knew perfectly well that I wasn't to let anything not anything scare her bird away I was so crazy I forgot the blame is all mine and she'll never forgive me you will too wasn't you for telling me that very first day that when people scared her birds away she just killed them it's all me foolishness and I'll never forgive myself the bird woman plunged into the swell at the mouth of Sleepy Snake Creek and came wading toward them with a couple of cameras and dripping tripods if you will permit me a word my infants she said I will explain to you that I have had three shots with that fellow the angel heaved a deep sigh of relief and freckles his face cleared a little two of them continued the bird woman in the rushes one facing crest lowered one light on back crest flared and the last on wing when you came up I simply had been praying for something to make him arise from that side so that he would fly toward the camera for he had waited around until in my position I couldn't do it myself see beholden yourselves the answer to the prayers of the long suffering freckles took a step toward her are you really meaning that he asked one brainly only think angel we did the right thing she won't lose her picture through the carelessness of us when she's waited and soaked in early two hours she's not angry with us never was in a sweeter temper in my life said the bird woman busily cleaning and packing the cameras freckles removed his hat and solemnly held out his hand with equal solemnity the angel grasped it the bird woman laughed alone for to them the situation had been too serious to develop any of the elements of fun then they loaded the carriage and the bird woman and the angel for their homes it had been a difficult time for all of them so they were very tired but they were joyful freckles was so happy it seemed to him that life could hold little more as the bird woman was ready to drive away he laid his hand on the lines and looked into her face do you suppose we caught it he asked so eagerly that she would have given much to be able to say yes with conviction why my dear I don't know she said I've no way to judge if you made the exposure just before you came to me there was yet a fine light if you waited until little chicken was close to the entrance you should have something good even if you didn't catch just the fleeting expression for which you hoped of course I can't say surely but I think there is every reason to believe that you have it all right I will develop the plate tonight make you approve from it early in the morning and bring it when we come it's only a question of a day or two now until the gang arrives I wanted to work in all the studies I can before that time for they are bound to disturb the birds Mr. McLean will need you then and I scarcely can see how we are to do without you moved by an impulse she never afterward regretted she bent and laid her lips on freckles' forehead kissing him gently and thanking him for his many kindnesses to her and her loved work freckles started away so happy that he felt inclined to keep watching behind to see if the trail were not curling up and rolling down the line after him End of Chapter 15 Recording by James Wood JamesWoodNarrator.com Chapter 16 of freckles This is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain For more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org Recording by James Wood JamesWoodNarrator.com Freckles by Gene Stratton-Porter Chapter 16 wherein the angel locates a rare tree and dines with the gang from afar freckles saw them coming the angel was standing waving her hat he sprang on his wheel and raced jolting and pounding down the cordroy to meet them the bird woman stopped the horse and the angel gave him the bit of print paper freckles leaned the wheel against a tree and took the proof with eager fingers he never before had seen a study from any of his chickens he stood staring when he turned his face toward them it was transfigured with delight you see he exclaimed and began gazing again oh my little chicken he cried oh my elegant little chicken I'll be giving all me money in the bank for you then he thought of the angels muff and mrs. Duncan's hat and added or at least all but what I'm needing bad for something else would you mind stopping at the cabin a minute and showing this to mother Duncan he asked give me that little book in your pocket said the bird woman she folded the outer edges of the proof so that it would fit into the book explaining as she did so it's perishable nature in that state freckles went hurrying ahead and they arrived in time to see mrs. Duncan gazing as if all struck and to hear her bewildered we'll I'll be draw done freckles and the angel helped the bird woman to establish herself for a long day at the mouth of sleepy snake creek then she sent them away and waited what luck would bring to her now what shall we do inquired the angel who was a bundle of nerves and energy would you like to go to me room a whale asked freckles if you don't care too very much I'd rather not said the angel I'll tell you let's go help mrs. Duncan with dinner and play with the baby I love a nice clean baby they started toward the cabin every few minutes they stopped to investigate something or to chatter over some natural history wonder the angel had quick eyes she seemed to see everything but freckles's were even quicker for life itself had depended on their sharpness ever since the beginning of his work at the swamp they saw it at the same time someone has been making a flagpole said the angel running the toe of her shoe around the stump evidently made that season freckles what would anyone cut a tree as small as that for I don't know said freckles well but I want to know said the angel no one came away here and cut it for fun they've taken it away let's go back and see if we can see it anywhere around there she turned retracing her footsteps and began eagerly searching freckles did the same there it is he exclaimed at last leaning against the trunk of that big maple yes and leaning there has killed a patch of dried bark see how dried it appears freckles stared at her angel he shouted I bet you it's a marked tree course it is cried the angel no one would cut that sapling and carry it away there and lean it up for nothing I'll tell you this is one of jack's marked trees he's climbed up there above anyone's head peeled the bark and cut into the grain enough to be sure then he's laid the bark back and fastened it with that pole to mark it you see there's a lot of other big maples close around it can you climb to that place yes said freckles if I take off my weeding boots I can then take them off said the angel and do hurry can't you see that I'm almost crazy to know this tree is a marked one when they pushed the sapling over a piece of bark as big as the crown of freckles' hat fell away I believe it looks kind of nubby encouraged the angel backing away with her face all screwed into a twist in an effort to intensify her vision freckles reached the opening then slid rapidly to the ground he was almost breathless while his eyes were flashing the bark's been cut clean with a knife the sap scraped away and a big chip taken out deep the trunk is the twistiest thing you ever saw it's full of eyes as birdies of feathers the angel was dancing and shaking his hand oh freckles she cried I'm so delighted that you found it but I didn't said the astonished freckles that tree isn't my find it's yours I forgot it and was going on you wouldn't give up and kept talking about it and turned back you found it you'd best be looking after your reputation for truth and veracity said the angel you know you saw that sapling first yes after you took me back and set me looking for it scoffed freckles the clear ringing echo of strongly swung axes came crashing through the limbo lost tis the gang shouted freckles they're clear in a place to make the cump let's go help hadn't we better mark that tree again cautioned the angel it's a way in there there's such a lot of them and all so much alike we'd feel good and green to find it and then lose it freckles lifted the sapling to replace it but the angel motioned him away use your hatchet she said I predict this is the most valuable tree in the swamp you found it I'm going to play that you're my knight now you nail my colors on it she reached up and pulling a blue bow from her hair untied and doubled it against the tree freckles turned his eyes from her and managed the fastening with shaking fingers the angel had called him her knight dear lord how he loved her she must not see his face or surely her quick eyes would read what he was fighting to hide he did not dare lay his lips on that ribbon then but that night you would return to it when they had gone a little distance they both looked back and the morning breeze set the bits of blue waving them a farewell they walked at a rapid pace I am sorry about scaring the birds said the angel but it's almost time for them to go anyway I feel dreadfully over having the swamp ruined but isn't it a delight to hear the good honest ringing of those axes instead of straining your ears for stealthy sounds isn't it fine to go openly and freely with nothing worse than a snake or a poison vine to fear ah said freckles with a long breath it's better than you can dream angel nobody will ever be guessing some of the things I've been through trying to keep me promised to the boss and to hold out until this day that it's come with only one fresh stump and the log from that saved and this new tree to report isn't it grand maybe Mr. McLean will be forgetting that stump when he sees this tree angel he can't forget it said the angel and then answered to freckles the startled eyes she added because he never had any reason to remember it he couldn't have done a bit better himself my father says so you're all right freckles she reached him her hand and as two children they broke into a run when they came closer the gang they left the swamp by the west road and followed the trail until they found the men to the angel it seemed complete charm in the shadiest spot on the west side of the line at the edge of the swamp and very close freckles' room they were cutting bushes and clearing space for a big tent for the men's sleeping quarters another for a dining hall and a board shack for the cook the teamsters were unloading the horses were cropping leaves from the bushes while each man was doing his part toward the construction of the new limber lost quarters freckles helped the angel climb on a wagon load of canvas in the shade she removed her leggings wiped her heated face and glowed with happiness and interest the gang had been sifted carefully mclean now felt that there was not a man in it who was not trustworthy they all had heard of the angel's plucky ride for freckles' relief several of them had been in the rescue party others, new since that time had heard the tale rehearsed in its every aspect around the smudge fires at night almost all of them knew the angel by sight from her trips with the bird woman to their leases they all knew her father her position and the luxuries of her home whatever course she had chosen with them they scarcely would have resented it but the angel never had been known to choose a course her spirit of friendliness was inborn and inbred she loved everyone so she sympathized with everyone her generosity was only limited by what was in her power to give she came down the trail hand in hand with the red head freckled timber god whom she had worn herself past the limit of endurance to save only a few weeks before racing in her eagerness to reach them and laughing her good morning gentlemen right and left she was in sconce on the wagon load of Tenten she sat on a roll of canvas as a queen on her throne there was not a man of the gang who did not respect her she was a living exponent of universal brotherhood there was no man among them who needed her exquisite face or dainty clothing to teach him that the deference due a gentle woman should be paid her that the spirit of good fellowship she radiated levied in a special tribute of its own and it became their delight to honor and please her as they raced toward the wagon let me tell them about the tree please she begged freckles I sure said freckles you probably would have said the same to anything she suggested when mclean came he found the angel flushed and glowing sitting on the wagon her hands already filled one of the men who was cutting a scrub oak had carried to her a handful of crimson leaves another had gathered a bunch of delicate marsh grass heads for her someone else and taking out a bush had found a daintily built and lined little nest fresh as when made she held up her treasures and greeted mclean good morning Mr. Boss of the Limberlost the gang shouted proudly before her everyone listen cried the angel climbing a roll of canvas I have something to say freckles has been guarding here over a year now and he presents the limberlost to you with every tree in it saved for good measure he has this morning located the rarest one of them all the one in from the east line that wessner spoke of the first day the one you took out all together everyone hooray for freckles with flushing cheeks and gleaming eyes gaily waving the grass above her head she led in three cheers and a tiger freckles slipped into the swamp and hid himself for fear he could not conceal his pride and his great surging throbbing love for her the angel subsided on the canvas and explained to mclean about the maple the bus was mightily pleased she took freckles and set out to relocate and examine the tree the angel was interested in the making of the camp so she preferred to remain with the men with her sharp eyes she was watching every detail of construction but when it came to the stretching of the dining hall canvas she proceeded to take command the men were driving the rope pins when the angel arose on the wagon and leaning forward spoke to Duncan who was directing the work I believe if you will swing that around a few feet farther you will find it better Mr Duncan she said that way you will let the hot sun in at noon while the sides will cut off the best breeze that's a fact said Duncan studying the conditions so by shifting the pins a little they obtained comfort for which they blessed the angel every day when they came to the sleeping tent they consulted her about that she explained the general direction of the night breeze and indicated the best position for the tent before anyone knew how it happened the angel was standing on the wagon directing the location and construction of the cooking shack the erection of the crane for the big boiling pots and the building store room she super intended the laying of the floor of the sleeping tents lengthwise so that it would be easier to sweep and suggested a new arrangement of the cots that would afford all the men an equal share of night breeze she left the wagon and climbing on the newly erected dining table advised with the cook and placing his stove, table and kitchen utensils when freckles returned from the tree to join in the work around the camp she caught glimpses of her and thrown on a soap box cleaning beans she called to him that they were invited for dinner and that they had accepted the invitation when the beans were steaming in the pot the angel advised the cook to soak them overnight the next time so that they would cook more quickly and not burst she was sure their cook at home did that way and the chef of the gang thought it would be a good idea the next freckles saw of her a little later she arranged the table she swept it with a broom instead of laying the cloth took the hatchet and hammered the deepest dents from the tin plates and nearly skinned her fingers scouring the tinware with rushes she set the plates an even distance apart and laid the forks and spoons beside them when the cook threw away half a dozen fruit cans she gathered them up and melted off the tops although she almost blistered her face and quite blistered her fingers doing it then she neatly covered these improvised vases with the vanilla paper from the groceries tie in it with wisps of marshgross these she filled with fringed gentians blazing star asters goldenrod and ferns placing them the length of the dining table in one of the end cans she arranged her red leaves to cover the fancy grass two men watching her went away proud of themselves and said that she was a born lady she laughingly caught up a paper bag and fitted it jointly to her head an imitation of a cook's cap then she ground the coffee and beat a couple of eggs to put in because there is company she gravely explained to the cook she asked that delightful individual if he did not like it best that way and he said he did not know because he never had a chance to taste it the angel said that was her case exactly she never had either she was not allowed anything stronger than milk then they laughed together she told the cook about camping with her father and explained that he made his coffee that way when the steam began to rise from the big boiler she stuffed the spout tightly with clean marsh to keep the aroma in placed the boiler where it would only simmer and explained why the influence of the angel's visit lingered with the cook through the remainder of his life while the men prayed for her frequent return she was having a happy time when mclean came back jubilant from his trip to the tree how jubilant he told only the angel for he had been obliged to lose faith and some trusted men of late and had learned discretion by what he suffered he planned to begin clearing out a road to the tree that same afternoon and to set two guards every night for it promised to be a rare treasure so he was eager to see it on the way to the mills I am coming to see it fell cried the angel I feel a sort of motherly interest in that tree mclean was highly amused he would have staked his life on the honesty of either the angel or freckles yet their versions of the finding of the tree differed widely tell me angel the boss said jestingly I think I have a right to know who really did locate that tree freckles she answered promptly and emphatically but he says quite as positively that it was you I don't understand the angel's legal look flashed into her face her eyes grew tense with earnestness she glanced around and seen no towel or a basin held out her hand for sears to pour water over them then using the skirt of her dress to dry them she climbed on the wagon I'll tell you word for word how it happened she said and freckles and I will agree with you when she had finished her version tell us almost learned judge she laughing me quoted which of us located that tree exclaimed mclean but I have a fairly accurate idea as to who put the blue ribbon on it the boss smiled significantly at freckles who just had come for they had planned that they would instruct the company to reserve enough of the veneer from that very tree to make the most beautiful dressing table they could design for the angel's share of the discovery what will you have for yours mclean had asked of freckles if it's all the same to you I'll be taking mine out in music lessons begging your pardon voice culture said freckles with a grimace mclean laughed for freckles needed to see or hear only once to absorb learning as the thirsty earth sucks up water the angel placed mclean at the head of the table she took the foot with freckles on her right while the lumber gang washed brushed and straightened until they felt unfamiliar with themselves and each other filled the sides that imposed a slight constraint then too the men were afraid of the flowers the polished tableware and above all of the dainty grace of the angel nowhere do men so display lack of good breeding and culture as in dining to sprawl on the table scoop with their knives chew loudly gulp coffee and duck their heads as snapping turtles for every bite had not been noticed by them until the angel sitting straightly but they too were possessed of spines instinctively every man at the table straightened