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           MacsaidtoJim,"You’retalkin’toamanthatknowswhathewants,anditain’tanautomobile."

           "That’stheidear,"saidAlbert."Iguessitwasstickin’themcowsdoneit.Ifeltallrightbefore."

           Theywerebackintheendlessorchardsnow,andtheleavesweredarkandtheearthwasdarkwiththerain.Intheditchesbesidetheroadalittlemuddystormwaterran.ThetrafficcoprodebehindthemasAlbertturnedfromroadtoroad,makinganangularcircuitofthetown.Theycouldseeamongthetreesthehouseswheretheownersortheresidentshare-cropperslived.

           Macsaid,"Ifitdidn’tmakeourguyssomiserable,Iwishtherain’dgoon.Itisn’tdoin’thoseapplesnogood."

           "Itisn’tdoin’myblanketsnogood,neither,"Albertsaidsullenly.

           Themenonthebackweresinginginchorus,

           "Oh,wesing,wesing,wesing

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           Andhergifttothehumanrace——"AlbertturnedacornerandcameintotheroadtoAnderson’splace."Nicework,"saidMac."Youdidn’tgonearthetown.Itwouldofbeenhellifwe’dgotheldupandlostourload."

           Jimsaid,"Lookatthesmoke,Mac.They’vegotafiregoing,allright."Thebluesmokerolledamongthetrees,hardlyrisingabovetheirtops.

           "Betterdrivealongthecamp,nearthetrees,"Macadvised."They’regoingtohavetocutuptheseanimals,andthere’snothingtohangthemonbuttheappletrees."