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would sketch, then rub out his lines, then sketch again and again, only to rub out his lines each time.
    He seemed frustrated, but spoke softly to Celeste as he worked.
    “You’re good company, you know that, Little One? I’ve been away from home so long I’ve just about forgotten what home is, but I know I miss it. Having you around is real nice.”
    He rubbed his eyes. “You know how long I’ve been gone from home? Nearly two years.”
    Celeste watched Joseph, who had stopped sketching. He was staring out the window, looking thoughtful. He seemed to have forgotten about her. Celeste searched again for an opening in the cage.
    “Mr. Audubon asked me along on his trip as an assistant…. I had just turned thirteen,” Joseph said. “I wasn’t too keen on going. I remember when we started out on the river: The day was cool and bright,smell of pine and tar in the air; the little flatboat was new; and the men were busy on board, loading gear and supplies, packing everything. I felt I was in everyone’s way, pretty useless. I had only brought along a few things: a shirt, some drawing supplies, a scarf. I stowed them in a nook belowdecks behind a barrel of hardtack.”
    Joseph reached between the twigs of the little cage and scratched Celeste under her chin. She froze, terrified. But Joseph’s voice was soothing and eventoned.

    He looked wistfully at Celeste and rubbed her tummy. Celeste closed her eyes and held her breath. I’m really not much more than a mouthful! she squeaked in panic, waiting for death. But Joseph seemed to ignore her squeaks and continued to talk.
    “There was Ma, standing on the dock, wearing a black dress. She smiled at me, but I could see she’d been crying. She handed me a sack. ‘Some biscuits and some ham,’ she said. Someone yelled out, ‘On board, lad!’ and I jumped on.”

    Joseph again stared out the window, lost in a daydream.
    “Our little boat pushed off, and I heard Ma say, ‘Lord, be with him.’ She got smaller and smaller, and that made me fill up with panic, like every nerve in my chest was being twisted. My throat got all pinched and tight, like I had swallowed a walnut whole. And I could feel the tears coming on, hot and fierce. Just about then Mr. Audubon put his hand on my shoulder. ‘Prepare for high adventure, son!’ he said.”
    Joseph turned from the window and looked at Celeste. “It’s been adventure, that’s for sure, Little One.” He reached into the cage and gently took her out, cradling her in his hands, stroking her cheek. Celeste tried kicking and scrambling from his hands, but Joseph cupped her firmly. He found a peanut in his trousers pocket and gave it to her. She sniffed at it, perplexed, keeping her eyes on Joseph.
    Then, cautiously, she began to nibble. It wasdelicious. Celeste felt confused. It had been a long time since anyone had been kind to her. She had left her family’s nest many months ago, and Illianna and Trixie had only given her blows to the ears and bites on the back.
    Joseph continued. “The boat got into the current, and we started to make time. The dock and my ma disappeared around a bend in the river. A flock of geese flew over—there must have been hundreds of them—and the breeze picked up off the water. One of the men got out his fiddle and started playing a tune; and I started feeling better, not so homesick.”
    “It took us a while, but we finally made it down-river to New Orleans, and now here we are at Oakley Plantation. I tell you, Little One, seems like I’ve been working hard ever since, helping Mr. Audubon look for birds, then trying to paint backgrounds good enough. Sure would like to get home…but Ma says I can learn a lot from Mr. Audubon, that I can learna trade. Folks pay good money for beautiful paintings, you know. You’re good company, Little One!” He kissed Celeste lightly on the top of her head and then slipped her into his shirt pocket. She wiggled at first but soon sat quietly, waiting. The