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Sure
,
ever
’
body
knows
that
.
I
bet
it
’
s
fool
’
s
gold
,
an
’
you
figgered
it
was
gold
.
That
ain
’
t
so
,
’
cause
Pa
,
he
’
s
foun
’
lots
a
gold
an
’
he
tol
’
me
how
to
look
.
How
’
d
you
like
to
pick
up
a
big
ol
’
piece
a
gold
?
Sa
-
a
-
ay
!
I
’
d
git
the
bigges
’
old
son
-
a
-
bitchin
’
piece
a
candy
you
ever
seen
.
I
ain
’
t
let
to
swear
,
but
I
do
,
anyways
.
Me
too
.
Le
’
s
go
to
the
spring
.
And
young
girls
found
each
other
and
boasted
shyly
of
their
popularity
and
their
prospects
.
The
women
worked
over
the
fire
,
hurrying
to
get
food
to
the
stomachs
of
the
family
—
pork
if
there
was
money
in
plenty
,
pork
and
potatoes
and
onions
.
Dutch
-
oven
biscuits
or
cornbread
,
and
plenty
of
gravy
to
go
over
it
.
Side
-
meat
or
chops
and
a
can
of
boiled
tea
,
black
and
bitter
.
Fried
dough
in
drippings
if
money
was
slim
,
dough
fried
crisp
and
brown
and
the
drippings
poured
over
it
.
Those
families
which
were
very
rich
or
very
foolish
with
their
money
ate
canned
beans
and
canned
peaches
and
packaged
bread
and
bakery
cake
;
but
they
ate
secretly
,
in
their
tents
,
for
it
would
not
have
been
good
to
eat
such
fine
things
openly
.
Even
so
,
children
eating
their
fried
dough
smelled
the
warming
beans
and
were
unhappy
about
it
.
When
supper
was
over
and
the
dishes
dipped
and
wiped
,
the
dark
had
come
,
and
then
the
men
squatted
down
to
talk
.
