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Updated: May 2, 2025
But, if he did not know the fords, and could not swim, there was only one ferry for him; east, west, and north he had long since been walled in. The chances were that some night a cock-o'-the-pines would squeal from the woods across the river, and then she knew what to do. During those broiling days of waiting she had leisure enough.
"I reckon you're Roy Allen," she began, but he cut her short: "Damn it! What's that to you?" "Nothing. Only Snuyder's gone." "When?" "Some days ago, leaving me to ferry folk over.... He told me how to answer you when you called like a cock-o'-the-pines." "Did he?" The voice was subdued and sullen.
"Cock-o'-the-pines!... It didn't mean nothin'," gasped the man; ... "It was jest private between fishin' friends " "Go on!" "Yes'm.... If I heard a cock-o'-the-pines squeal I was to squeal back, an' then he was to holler jest friendly 'Hallo-oo! How's fishin'? That's all, ma'am " "And you were to cross?" "Yes'm jest friendly like. Him an' me was fond o' fishin' " "I see. Sit down and don't move.
All around her now the sweet, bewildered murmur of purple martins grew into sustained melody; thrush and mocking bird, thrasher and cardinal, sang from every leafy slope; and through the rushing music of bird and pouring waterfall the fairy drumming of the cock-o'-the-pines rang out in endless, elfin reveille.
And even as the red spark went out in the darkness a lonely birdcall floated across the river the strange squealing plaint of the great cock-o'-the-pines. She answered, imitating it perfectly. Then a far voice called: "Hallo-o-o! How's fishin'?" She picked up her pine candle, hurried out to the bank and crept cautiously down the crazy, wooden stairs.
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