He rolled his trousers above his knees and took the hoe,but he was in the water most of the time.We had to climb on the bank when we came to the deep curve,under the stump of the old oak that father cut because Pete Billings would climb it and yowl like a wildcat on cold winter nights.Pete was wrong in his head like Paddy Ryan,only worse.As we passed we heard the faintest sounds,so we lay and looked,and there in the dark place under the roots,where the water was deepest,huddled some of the cunningest little downy wild ducks you ever saw.We looked at each other and never said a word.Leon chased them out with the hoe and they swam down stream faster than old ones.I stood in the shallow water behind them and kept them from going back to the deep place,while Leon worked to catch them.Every time he got one he brought it to me,and I made a bag of my apron front to put them in.The supper bell rang before we caught all of them.We were dripping wet with creek water and perspiration,but we had the ducks,every one of them,and proudly started home.I'll wager Leon was sorry he didn't wear aprons so he could carry them.He did keep the last one in his hands,and held its little fluffy body against his cheeks every few minutes.
"Couldn't anything be prettier than a young duck.""Except a little guinea,"I said.
"That's so!"said Leon."They are most as pretty as quail.I guess all young things that have down are about as cunning as they can be.I don't believe I know which I like best,myself.""Baby killdeers."
"I mean tame.Things we raise."
"I'll take guineas."
"I'll say white turkeys.They seem so innocent.Nothing of ours is pretty as these.""But these are wild."
"So they are,"said Leon."Twelve of them.Won't mother be pleased?"She was not in the least.She said we were a sight to behold;that she was ashamed to be the mother of two children who didn't know tame ducks from wild ones.She remembered instantly that Amanda Deam had set a speckled Dorking hen on Mallard duck eggs,where she got the eggs,and what she paid for them.She said the ducks had found the creek that flowed beside Deams' barnyard before it entered our land,and they had swum away from the hen,and both the hen and Amanda would be frantic.She put the ducks into a basket and said to take them back soon as ever we got our suppers,and we must hurry because we had to bathe and learn our texts for Sunday-school in the morning.
We went through the orchard,down the hill and across the meadow until we came to the creek.By that time we were tired of the basket.It was one father had woven himself of shaved and soaked hickory strips,and it was heavy.The sight of water suggested the proper place for ducks,anyway.We talked it over and decided that they would be much more comfortable swimming than in the basket,and it was more fun to wade than to walk,so we went above the deep place,I stood in the creek to keep them from going down,and Leon poured them on the water.Pigs couldn't have acted more contrary.Those ducks LIKED us.They wouldn't go to Deams'.They just fought to swim back to us.Anyway,we had the worst time you ever saw.Leon cut long switches to herd them with,and both of us waded and tried to drive them,but they would dart under embankments and roots,and dive and hide.
Before we reached the Deams'I wished that we had carried them as mother told us,for we had lost three,and if we stopped to hunt them,more would hide.By the time we drove them under the floodgate crossing the creek between our land and the Deams'four were gone.Leon left me on the gate with both switches to keep them from going back and he ran to call Mrs.Deam.She had red hair and a hot temper,and we were not very anxious to see her,but we had to do it.While Leon was gone I was thinking pretty fast and I knew exactly how things would happen.First time mother saw Mrs.Deam she would ask her if the ducks were all right,and she would tell that four were gone.Mother would ask how many she had,and she would say twelve,then mother would remember that she started us with twelve in the basket--Oh what's the use!Something had to be done.It had to be done quickly too,for I could hear Amanda Deam,her boy Sammy and Leon coming across the barnyard.I looked around in despair,but when things are the very worst,there is almost always some way out.
On the dry straw worked between and pushing against the panels of the floodgate,not far from me,I saw a big black water snake.I took one good look at it:no coppery head,no geometry patterns,no rattle box,so I knew it wasn't poisonous and wouldn't bite until it was hurt,and if it did,all you had to do was to suck the place,and it wouldn't amount to more than two little pricks as if pins had stuck you;but a big snake was a good excuse.I rolled from the floodgate among the ducks,and cried,"Snake!"They scattered everywhere.The snake lazily uncoiled and slid across the straw so slowly that--thank goodness!Amanda Deam got a fair look at it.She immediately began to jump up and down and scream.Leon grabbed a stick and came running to the water.I cried so he had to help me out first.
"Don't let her count them!"I whispered.
Leon gave me one swift look and all the mischief in his blue eyes peeped out.He was the funniest boy you ever knew,anyway.
Mostly he looked scowly and abused.He had a grievance against everybody and everything.He said none of us liked him,and we imposed on him.Father said that if he tanned Leon's jacket for anything,and set him down to think it over,he would pout a while,then he would look thoughtful,suddenly his face would light up and he would go away sparkling;and you could depend upon it he would do the same thing over,or something worse,inside an hour.When he wanted to,he could smile the most winning smile,and he could coax you into anything.Mother said she dreaded to have to borrow a dime from him,if a peddler caught her without change,because she knew she'd be kept paying it back for the next six months.Right now he was the busiest kind of a boy.
