[Freckles by Gene Stratton-Porter]@TWC D-Link bookFreckles CHAPTER III 4/45
He had found that places of swamp and swale were few compared with miles of solid timber-land, concealed by summer's luxuriant undergrowth. The sounds that at first had struck cold fear into his soul he now knew had left on wing and silent foot at the approach of winter.
As flock after flock of the birds returned and he recognized the old echoes reawakening, he found to his surprise that he had been lonely for them and was hailing their return with great joy.
All his fears were forgotten.
Instead, he was possessed of an overpowering desire to know what they were, to learn where they had been, and whether they would make friends with him as the winter birds had done; and if they did, would they be as fickle? For, with the running sap, creeping worm, and winging bug, most of Freckles' "chickens" had deserted him, entered the swamp, and feasted to such a state of plethora on its store that they cared little for his supply, so that in the strenuous days of mating and nest-building the boy was deserted. He chafed at the birds' ingratitude, but he found speedy consolation in watching and befriending the newcomers.
He surely would have been proud and highly pleased if he had known that many of the former inhabitants of the interior swamp now grouped their nests beside the timber-line solely for the sake of his protection and company. The yearly resurrection of the Limberlost is a mighty revival.
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