You have described perfectly our nearest equivalent to a branch of these birds called in Europe Pharaoh's Chickens, but if they are coming to the Limberlost they will have to drop Pharaoh and become Freckles' Chickens, like the remainder of the birds; won't they?
Or are they too odd and ugly to interest you ?" "Oh, not at all, at all!" cried Freckles, bursting into pure brogue in his haste.

"I don't know as I'd be calling them exactly pretty, and they do move like a rocking-horse loping, but they are so big and fearless.
They have a fine color for black birds, and their feet and beaks seem so strong.

You never saw anything so keen as their eyes! And fly?
Why, just think, sir, they must be flying miles straight up, for they were out of sight completely when the feather fell.

I don't suppose I've a chicken in the swamp that can go as close heaven as those big, black fellows, and then----" Freckles' voice dragged and he hesitated.
"Then what ?" interestedly urged McLean.
"He was loving her so," answered Freckles in a hushed voice.

"I know it looked awful funny, and I laughed and told on him, but if I'd taken time to think I don't believe I'd have done it.