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           AndIdidn’tevenappreciateitatthetime.It’sawful,Tom,it’sawful!WhatwegoingtodowithoutallthosesoldiersandGeneralsLeeandGrantandHonestAbe;whatwegoingtodowithoutChingLingSoo?Itneverdreamedsomanypeoplecoulddiesofast,Tom.Buttheydid.Theysuredid!"

           Tomsatastridethecannon,lookingdownathisbrotherashisvoicetrailedaway.

           "Yougotyourtabletwithyou?"

           Douglasshookhishead.

           "Bettergethomeandputallthatdownbeforeyouforgetit.Itain’teverydayyougothalfthepopulationoftheworldkeelingoveronyou."

           Douglassatupandthenstoodup.Hewalkedacrossthecourthouselawnslowly,chewinghislowerlip.

           "Boom,"saidTomquietly."Boom.Boom!"

           Thenheraisedhisvoice:

           "Doug!Ikilledyouthreetimes,crossingthegrass!Doug,youhearme?Hey,Doug!Okay.Allrightforyou."Helaydownonthecannonandsightedalongthecrustedbarrel.Hesquintedoneeye."Boom!"hewhisperedatthatdwindlingfigure."Boom!"

           "There!"

           "Twenty-nine!"

           "There!"

           "Thirty!"

           "There!"

           "Thirty-one!"

           Theleverplunged.Thetincaps,crushedatopthefilledbottles,flickeredbrightyellow.GrandfatherhandedthelastbottletoDouglas.

           "Secondharvestofthesummer.June’sontheshelf.Here’sJuly.Now,just-Augustupahead."

           Douglasraisedthebottleofwarmdandelionwinebutdidnotsetitontheshelf.Hesawtheothernumberedbottleswaitingthere,onelikeanother,innowaydifferent,allbright,allregular,allself-contained.