"A song to the oak,the brave old oak,Who hath ruled in the greenwood long;Here's health and renown to his broad green crown,And his fifty arms so strong."I knew it was the same,because I counted the arms time and again,and there were exactly fifty.There was a pawpaw and spice hedge around three sides of this one,and water on the other.Wild grapes climbed from the bushes to the lower branches and trailed back to earth again.Here,I had two secrets I didn't propose to tell.One was that in the crotch of some tiptop branches the biggest chicken hawks you ever saw had their nest,and if they took too many chickens father said they'd have to be frightened a little with a gun.I can't begin to tell how I loved those hawks.They did the one thing I wanted to most,and never could.When I saw them serenely soar above the lowest of the soft fleecy September clouds,I was wild with envy.I would have gone without chicken myself rather than have seen one of those splendid big brown birds dropped from the skies.I was so careful to shield them,that I selected this for my especial retreat when I wanted most to be alone,and I carefully gathered up any offal from the nest that might point out their location,and threw it into the water where it ran the swiftest.
I parted the vines and crept where the roots of the big oak stretched like bony fingers over the water,that was slowly eating under it and baring its roots.I sat on them above the water and thought.I had decided the day before about my going to school,and the day before that,and many,many times before that,and here I was having to settle it all over again.Doubled on the sak roots,a troubled little soul,I settled it once more.
No books or teachers were needed to tell me about flowing water and fish,how hawks raised their broods and kept house,about the softly cooing doves of the spice thickets,the cuckoos slipping snakelike in and out of the wild crab-apple bushes,or the brown thrush's weird call from the thorn bush.I knew what they said and did,but their names,where they came from,where they went when the wind blew and the snow fell--how was I going to find out that?Worse yet were the flowers,butterflies,and moths;they were mysteries past learning alone,and while the names I made up for them were pretty and suitable,I knew in all reason they wouldn't be the same in the books.I had to go,but no one will ever know what it cost.When the supper bell rang,I sat still.
I'd have to wait until at least two tables had been served,anyway,so I sat there and nursed my misery,looked and listened,and by and by I felt better.I couldn't see or hear a thing that was standing still.Father said even the rocks grew larger year by year.The trees were getting bigger,the birds were busy,and the creek was in a dreadful hurry to reach the river.It was like that poetry piece that says:
"When a playful brook,you gambolled,"
(Mostly that gambolled word is said about lambs)"And the sunshine o'er you smiled,On your banks did children loiter,Looking for the spring flowers wild?"The creek was more in earnest and working harder at pushing steadily ahead without ever stopping than anything else;and like the poetry piece again,it really did "seem to smile upon us as it quickly passed us by."I had to quit playing,and go to work some time;it made me sorry to think how behind I was,because I had not started two years before,when I should.But that couldn't be helped now.All there was left was to go this time,for sure.I got up heavily and slowly as an old person,and then slipped out and ran down the path to the meadow,because I could hear Leon whistle as he came to bring the cows.
By fast running I could start them home for him:Rose,Brindle,Bess,and Pidy,Sukey and Muley;they had eaten all day,but they still snatched bites as they went toward the gate.I wanted to surprise Leon and I did.
"Getting good,ain't you?"he asked."What do you want?""Nothing!"I said."I just heard you coming and I thought I'd help you.""Where were you?"
"Playing."
"You don't look as if you'd been having much fun.""I don't expect ever to have any,after I begin school.""Oh!"said Leon."It is kind of tough the first day or two,but you'll soon get over it.You should have behaved yourself,and gone when they started you two years ago.""Think I don't know it?"
Leon stopped and looked at me sharply.
"I'll help you nights,if you want me to,"he offered.
"Can I ever learn?"I asked,almost ready to cry.
"Of course you can,"said Leon."You're smart as the others,I suppose.The sevens and nines of the multiplication table are the stickers,but you ought to do them if other girls can.You needn't feel bad because you are behind a little to start on;you are just that much better prepared to work,and you can soon overtake them.You know a lot none of the rest of us do,and some day it will come your turn to show off.Cheer up,you'll be all right."Men are such a comfort.I pressed closer for more.
"Do you suppose I will?"I asked.
"Of course,"said Leon."Any minute the woods,or birds,or flowers are mentioned your time will come;and all of us will hear you read and help nights.I'd just as soon as not."That was the most surprising thing.He never offered to help me before.He never acted as if he cared what became of me.Maybe it was because Laddie always had taken such good care of me,Leon had no chance.He seemed willing enough now.I looked at him closely.
"You'll find out I'll learn things if I try,"I boasted."And you will find out I don't tell secrets either.""I've been waiting for you to pipe up about----""Well,I haven't piped,have I?"
"Not yet."
"I am not going to either."
"I almost believe you.A girl you could trust would be a funny thing to see.""Tell me what you know about Laddie,and see if I'm funny.""You'd telltale sure as life!"
"Well,if you know it,he knows it anyway."
"He doesn't know WHAT I know."
"Well,be careful and don't worry mother.You know how she is since the fever,and father says all of us must think of her.If it's anything that would bother her,don't tell before her.""Say,looky here,"said Leon,turning on me sharply,"is all this sudden consideration for mother or are you legging for Laddie?""For both,"I answered stoutly.
"Mostly for Laddie,just the same.You can't fool me,missy.I won't tell you one word."
"You needn't!"I answered,"I don't care!"
"Yes you do,"he said."You'd give anything to find out what I know,and then run to Laddie with it,but you can't fool me.I'm too smart for you.""All right,"I said."You go and tell anything on Laddie,and I'll watch you,and first trick I catch you at,I'll do some telling myself,Smarty.""That's a game more than one can play at,"said Leon."Go ahead!"
