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Chapter 9
Wheneverythingthatcouldbesoldwassold,stovesandbedsteads,chairsandtables,littlecornercupboards,tubsandtanks,stilltherewerepilesofpossessions;andthewomensatamongthem,turningthemoverandlookingoffbeyondandback,pictures,squareglasses,andhere’savase.
Nowyouknowwellwhatwecantakeandwhatwecan’ttake.We’llbecampingout—afewpotstocookandwashin,andmattressesandcomforts,lanternandbuckets,andapieceofcanvas.Usethatforatent.Thiskerosenecan.Knowwhatthatis?That’sthestove.Andclothes—takealltheclothes.And—therifle?Wouldn’tgooutnakedofarifle.Whenshoesandclothesandfood,whenevenhopeisgone,we’llhavetherifle.Whengrampacame—didItellyou?—hehadpepperandsaltandarifle.Nothingelse.Thatgoes.Andabottleforwater.Thatjustaboutfillsus.Rightupthesidesofthetrailer,andthekidscansetinthetrailer,andgranmaonamattress.Tools,ashovelandsawandwrenchandpliers.Anax,too.Wehadthataxfortyyears.Lookhowshe’sworedown.Andropes,ofcourse.Therest?Leaveit-orburnitup.
Andthechildrencame.
IfMarytakesthatdoll,thatdirtyragdoll,IgottotakemyInjunbow.Igotto.An’thisroun’stick—bigasme.Imightneedthisstick.Ihadthissticksolong—amonth,ormaybeayear.Igottotakeit.Andwhat’sitlikeinCalifornia?
Thewomensatamongthedoomedthings,turningthemoverandlookingpastthemandback.Thisbook.Myfatherhadit.Helikedabook.
Pilgrim’sProgress
