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           Iwanttofeelallthereistofeel,hethought.Letmefeeltired,now,letmefeeltired.Imustn’tforget,I’malive,IknowI’malive,Tmustn’tforgetittonightortomorroworthedayafterthat.

           Thebeesfollowedandthesmelloffoxgrapesandyellowsummerfollowedashewalkedheavy-ladenandhalfdrunk,hisfingerswonderouslycallused,armsnumb,feetstumblingsohisfathercaughthisshoulder.

           "No,"mumbledDouglas,"I’mallright.I’mfine..."

           Ittookhalfanhourforthesenseofthegrass,theroots,thestones,thebarkofthemessylog,tofadefromwheretheyhadpatternedhisarmsandlegsandback.Whileheponderedthis,letitslip,slide,dissolveaway,hisbrotherandhisquietfatherfollowedbehind,allowinghimtopathfindtheforestaloneouttowardthatincrediblehighwaywhichwouldtakethembacktothetown...

           Thetown,then,laterintheday.

           Andyetanotherharvest.

           Grandfatherstoodonthewidefrontporchlikeacaptainsurveyingthevastunmotionedcalmsofaseasondeadahead.HequestionedthewindandtheuntouchableskyandthelawnonwhichstoodDouglasandTomtoquestiononlyhim.

           "Grandpa,aretheyready?Now?"

           Grandfatherpinchedhischin."Fivehundred,athousand,twothousandeasy.Yes,yes,agoodsupply.Pick’emeasy,pick’emall.Adimeforeverysackdeliveredtothepress!"