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CHAPTER XI
Wherein the Butterflies Go on a Spree and Freckles Informs the Bird
Woman
"I wish," said Freckles at breakfast one morning, "that I had some way
to be sending a message to the Bird Woman. I've something at the swamp
that I'm believing never happened before, and surely she'll be wanting
it."
"What now, Freckles?" asked Mrs. Duncan.
"Why, the oddest thing you ever heard of," said Freckles; "the whole
insect tribe gone on a spree. I'm supposing it's my doings, but it all
happened by accident, like. You see, on the swale side of the line,
right against me trail, there's one of these scrub wild crabtrees. Where
the grass grows thick around it, is the finest place you ever conceived
of for snakes. Having women about has set me trying to clean out those
fellows a bit, and yesterday I noticed that tree in passing. It struck
me that it would be a good idea to be taking it out. First I thought I'd
take me hatchet and cut it down, for it ain't thicker than me upper arm.
Then I remembered how it was blooming in the spring and filling all the
air with sweetness.
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