Wherein the Butterflies Go on a Spree and Freckles Informs the Bird Woman "I wish," said Freckles at breakfast one morning, "that I had some way to be sending a message to the Bird Woman.

I've something at the swamp that I'm believing never happened before, and surely she'll be wanting it." "What now, Freckles ?" asked Mrs.Duncan.
"Why, the oddest thing you ever heard of," said Freckles; "the whole insect tribe gone on a spree.

I'm supposing it's my doings, but it all happened by accident, like.

You see, on the swale side of the line, right against me trail, there's one of these scrub wild crabtrees.

Where the grass grows thick around it, is the finest place you ever conceived of for snakes.