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Title: Freckles

Author: Gene Stratton-Porter

Release Date: March 8, 2006 [EBook #111]

Language: English

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FRECKLES

By Gene Stratton-Porter

To all good Irishmen in general

and one CHARLES DARWIN PORTER

in particular

Characters:

FRECKLES, a plucky waif who guards the Limberlost timber leases and

dreams of Angels.

THE SWAMP ANGEL, in whom Freckles' sweetest dream materializes.

MCLEAN, a member of a Grand Rapids lumber company, who befriends

Freckles.

MRS. DUNCAN, who gives mother-love and a home to Freckles.

DUNCAN, head teamster of McLean's timber gang.

THE BIRD WOMAN, who is collecting camera studies of birds for a book.

LORD AND LADY O'MORE, who come from Ireland in quest of a lost relative.

THE MAN OF AFFAIRS, brusque of manner, but big of heart.

WESSNER, a Dutch timber-thief who wants rascality made easy.

BLACK JACK, a villain to whom thought of repentance comes too late.

SEARS, camp cook.

Contents

CHAPTER I

CHAPTER II

CHAPTER III

CHAPTER IV

CHAPTER V

CHAPTER VI

CHAPTER VII

CHAPTER VIII

CHAPTER IX

CHAPTER X

CHAPTER XI

CHAPTER XII

CHAPTER XIII

CHAPTER XIV

CHAPTER XV

CHAPTER XVI

CHAPTER XVII

CHAPTER XVIII

CHAPTER XIX

CHAPTER XXWherein Great Risks Are Taken and the Limberlost Guard Is Hired

Wherein Freckles Proves His Mettle and Finds Friends

Wherein a Feather Falls and a Soul Is Born

Wherein Freckles Faces Trouble Bravely and Opens the Way for New Experiences

Wherein an Angel Materializes and a Man Worships

Wherein a Fight Occurs and Women Shoot Straight

Wherein Freckles Wins Honor and Finds a Footprint on the Trail

Wherein Freckles Meets a Man of Affairs and Loses Nothing by the Encounter

Wherein the Limberlost Falls upon Mrs. Duncan and Freckles Comes to the Rescue

Wherein Freckles Strives Mightily and the Swamp Angel Rewards Him

Wherein the Butterflies Go on a Spree and Freckles Informs the Bird Woman

Wherein Black Jack Captures Freckles and the Angel Captures Jack

Wherein the Angel Releases Freckles, and the Curse of Black Jack Falls upon Her

Wherein Freckles Nurses a Heartache and Black Jack Drops Out

Wherein Freckles and the Angel Try Taking a Picture, and Little Chicken Furnishes the Subject

Wherein the Angel Locates a Rare Tree and Dines with the Gang

Wherein Freckles Offers His Life for His Love and Gets a Broken Body

Wherein Freckles Refuses Love Without Knowledge of Honorable Birth, and the Angel Goes in Quest of it

Wherein Freckles Finds His Birthright and the Angel Loses Her Heart

Wherein Freckles Returns to the Limberlost, and Lord O'More Sails for Ireland Without Him

CHAPTER I

Wherein Great Risks Are Taken and the Limberlost Guard Is Hired

Freckles came down the corduroy that crosses the lower end of the Limberlost. At a glance he might have been mistaken for a tramp, but he was truly seeking work. He was intensely eager to belong somewhere and to be attached to almost any enterprise that would furnish him food and clothing.

Long before he came in sight of the camp of the Grand Rapids Lumber Company, he could hear the cheery voices of the men, the neighing of the horses, and could scent the tempting odors of cooking food. A feeling of homeless friendlessness swept over him in a sickening wave. Without stopping to think, he turned into the newly made road and followed it to the camp, where the gang was making ready for supper and bed.

The scene was intensely attractive. The thickness of the swamp made a dark, massive background below, while above towered gigantic trees. The men were calling jovially back and forth as they unharnessed tired horses that fell into attitudes of rest and crunched, in deep content, the grain given them. Duncan, the brawny Scotch head-teamster, lovingly wiped the flanks of his big bays with handfuls of pawpaw leaves, as he softly whistled, "O wha will be my dearie, O!" and a cricket beneath the leaves at his feet accompanied him. The green wood fire hissed and crackled merrily. Wreathing tongues of flame wrapped around the big black kettles, and when the cook lifted the lids to plunge in his testing-fork, gusts of savory odors escaped.

Freckles approached him.

"I want to speak with the Boss," he said.

The cook glanced at him and answered carelessly: "He can't use you."

The color flooded Freckles' face, but he said simply: "If you will be having the goodness to point him out, we will give him a chance to do his own talking."

With a shrug of astonishment, the cook led the way to a rough board table where a broad, square-shouldered man was bending over some account-books.

"Mr. McLean, here's another man wanting to be taken on the gang, I suppose," he said.

"All right," came the cheery answer. "I never needed a good man more than I do just now."

The manager turned a page and carefully began a new line.

"No use of your bothering with this fellow," volunteered the cook. "He hasn't but one hand."

The flush on Freckles' face burned deeper. His lips thinned to a mere line. He lifted his shoulders, took a step forward, and thrust out his right arm, from which the sleeve dangled empty at the wrist.

"That will do, Sears," came the voice of the Boss sharply. "I will interview my man when I finish this report."

He turned to his work, while the cook hurried to the fires. Freckles stood one instant as he had braced himself to meet