You see, there're a lot of other big maples close around it.

Can you climb to that place ?" "Yes," said Freckles; "if I take off my wading-boots I can." "Then take them off," said the Angel, "and do hurry! Can't you see that I am almost crazy to know if this tree is a marked one ?" When they pushed the sapling over, a piece of bark as big as the crown of Freckles' hat fell away.
"I believe it looks kind of nubby," encouraged the Angel, backing away, with her face all screwed into a twist in an effort to intensify her vision.
Freckles reached the opening, then slid rapidly to the ground.

He was almost breathless while his eyes were flashing.
"The bark's been cut clean with a knife, the sap scraped away, and a big chip taken out deep.

The trunk is the twistiest thing you ever saw.

It's full of eyes as a bird is of feathers!" The Angel was dancing and shaking his hand.
"Oh, Freckles," she cried, "I'm so delighted that you found it!" "But I didn't," said the astonished Freckles.