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"
Then
mother
's
a
deader
too
,
"
cried
the
little
girl
dropping
her
face
in
her
pinafore
and
sobbing
bitterly
.
"
Yes
,
they
all
went
except
you
and
me
.
Then
I
thought
there
was
some
chance
of
water
in
this
direction
,
so
I
heaved
you
over
my
shoulder
and
we
tramped
it
together
.
It
do
n't
seem
as
though
we
've
improved
matters
.
There
's
an
almighty
small
chance
for
us
now
!
"
"
Do
you
mean
that
we
are
going
to
die
too
?
"
asked
the
child
,
checking
her
sobs
,
and
raising
her
tear-stained
face
.
"
I
guess
that
's
about
the
size
of
it
.
"
"
Why
did
n't
you
say
so
before
?
"
she
said
,
laughing
gleefully
.
"
You
gave
me
such
a
fright
.
Why
,
of
course
,
now
as
long
as
we
die
we
'll
be
with
mother
again
.
"
"
Yes
,
you
will
,
dearie
.
"
"
And
you
too
.
I
'll
tell
her
how
awful
good
you
've
been
.
I
'll
bet
she
meets
us
at
the
door
of
Heaven
with
a
big
pitcher
of
water
,
and
a
lot
of
buckwheat
cakes
,
hot
,
and
toasted
on
both
sides
,
like
Bob
and
me
was
fond
of
.
How
long
will
it
be
first
?
"
"
I
do
n't
know
--
not
very
long
.
"
The
man
's
eyes
were
fixed
upon
the
northern
horizon
.
In
the
blue
vault
of
the
heaven
there
had
appeared
three
little
specks
which
increased
in
size
every
moment
,
so
rapidly
did
they
approach
.
They
speedily
resolved
themselves
into
three
large
brown
birds
,
which
circled
over
the
heads
of
the
two
wanderers
,
and
then
settled
upon
some
rocks
which
overlooked
them
.
They
were
buzzards
,
the
vultures
of
the
west
,
whose
coming
is
the
forerunner
of
death
.
"
Cocks
and
hens
,
"
cried
the
little
girl
gleefully
,
pointing
at
their
ill-omened
forms
,
and
clapping
her
hands
to
make
them
rise
.
"
Say
,
did
God
make
this
country
?
"
"
In
course
He
did
,
"
said
her
companion
,
rather
startled
by
this
unexpected
question
.
