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           Hefilledtheairallthewaywithsnatchesoforatorios,gospelhymns,anddialectandcoonsongs,inastartlinglyvariedprogramme.TheonethingFrecklesknewthathecoulddowastosing.TheDuncansheardhimcomingamileupthecorduroyandcouldnotbelievetheirsenses.Frecklesunfastenedtheboxfromhisbelt,andgaveMrs.Duncanandthechildrenalltheeatablesitcontained,exceptonebigpieceofcakethathecarriedtothesweet-lovingDuncan.Heputtheflowersbackintheboxandsetitamonghisbooks.Hedidnotsayanything,buttheyunderstooditwasnottobetouched.

           “Thae’sFreckles’flow’rs,”saidatinyScotsman,“but,”headdedcheerfully,“it’soorsweeties!”

           Freckles’faceslowlyflushedashetookDuncan’scakeandstartedtowardtheswamp.WhileDuncanate,Frecklestoldhimsomethingabouttheevening,aswellashecouldfindwordstoexpresshimself,andthebigmanwassoamazedhekeptforgettingthetreatinhishands.

           ThenFrecklesmountedhiswheelandbeganaspinthatterminatedonlywhenthebiggestPlymouthRockinDuncan’scoopsalutedanewday,andlonglinesoflightreddenedtheeast.Asherodehesang,whilehesangheworshiped,butthegodhetriedtoglorifywasadimandfarawaymystery.TheAngelwaswarmfleshandblood.

           Everytimehepassedthelittlebark-coveredimprintonthetrailhedismounted,removedhishat,solemnlykneltandlaidhislipsontheimpression