She will require coaxing." "The Lord be praised!" muttered Freckles under his breath.
The Bird Woman began to feel better.
"Why do you call the baby vulture 'Little Chicken' ?" she asked, leaning toward Freckles in an interested manner.
"'Twas Duncan began it," said Freckles.

"You see, through the fierce cold of winter the birds of the swamp were almost starving.

It is mighty lonely here, and they were all the company I was having.

I got to carrying scraps and grain down to them.

Duncan was that ginerous he was giving me of his wheat and corn from his chickens' feed, and he called the birds me swamp chickens.