'“Couldn't afford t' let ye go--yer so cute,” says the swift. “Bring the poor critter a bone an' a bit o' snake meat.” 'The boy couldn't eat. They fixed a bed fer him, but 'twant clean. The feel uv it made his back ache an' the smell uv it made him sick to his stomach. '“When the swifts hed comp'ny they 'd bring 'em overt' look at him there 'n his dark corner.” “S a boy,” said the mother swift pokin' him with a long stick “Wouldn't ye like t' see 'im run?” Then she punched him until he got up an' run 'round the cave fer his life. Happened one day et a very benevolent swift come int' the cave. '“'S a pity t' keep the boy here,” said he; “he looks bad.” '“But he makes fun fer the children,” said the swift. '“Fun that makes misery is only fit fer a fool,” said the visitor. 'They let him go thet day. Soon as he got hum he thought o' the squirrels an' was tickled t' find 'em alive. He tak 'em off to an island, in the middle of a big lake, thet very day, an' set the cage on the shore n' opened it He thought he would come back sometime an' see how they was ginin' along. The cage was made of light wire an' hed a tin bottom fastened to a big piece o' plank. At fust they was 'fraid t' leave it an' peeked out o' the door an' scratched their heads's if they thought it a resky business. After awhile one stepped out careful an' then the other followed. They tried t' climb a tree, but their nails was wore off an' they kep' fallin' back. Then they went off 'n the brush t' find some nuts. There was only pines an' poppies an' white birch an' a few berry bushes on the island. They went t' the water's edge on every side, but there was nuthin there a squirrel ud give a flirt uv his tail fer. 'Twas near dark when they come back t' the cage hungry as tew bears. They found a few crumbs o' bread in the cup an' divided 'em even. Then they went t' bed 'n their ol' nest.