We love the lad, me and Sarah." Locating the tree was easy, because it was so well identified.

When the rumble of the big lumber wagons passing the cabin on the way to the swamp wakened Freckles next morning, he sprang up and was soon following them.

He was so sore and stiff that every movement was torture at first, but he grew easier, and shortly did not suffer so much.

McLean scolded him for coming, yet in his heart triumphed over every new evidence of fineness in the boy.
The tree was a giant maple, and so precious that they almost dug it out by the roots.

When it was down, cut in lengths, and loaded, there was yet an empty wagon.