Wherein Freckles Faces Trouble Bravely and Opens the Way for New Experiences On Duncan's return from his next trip to town there was a big store-box loaded on the back of his wagon.

He drove to the west entrance of the swamp, set the box on a stump that Freckles had selected in a beautiful, sheltered place, and made it secure on its foundations with a tree at its back.
"It seems most a pity to nail into that tree," said Duncan.

"I haena the time to examine into the grain of it, but it looks as if it might be a rare ane.

Anyhow, the nailin' winna hurt it deep, and havin' the case by it will make it safer if it is a guid ane." "Isn't it an oak ?" asked Freckles.
"Ay," said Duncan.

"It looks like it might be ane of thae fine-grained white anes that mak' such grand furniture." When the body of the case was secure, Duncan made a door from the lid and fastened it with hinges.