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The
preacher
smiled
,
and
he
looked
puzzled
.
He
splashed
a
floating
water
bug
away
with
his
hand
.
"
If
he
needs
a
million
acres
to
make
him
feel
rich
,
seems
to
me
he
needs
it
’
cause
he
feels
awful
poor
inside
hisself
,
and
if
he
’
s
poor
in
hisself
,
there
ain
’
t
no
million
acres
gonna
make
him
feel
rich
,
an
’
maybe
he
’
s
disappointed
that
nothin
’
he
can
do
’
ll
make
him
feel
rich
—
not
rich
like
Mis
’
Wilson
was
when
she
give
her
tent
when
Grampa
died
.
I
ain
’
t
tryin
’
to
preach
no
sermon
,
but
I
never
seen
nobody
that
’
s
busy
as
a
prairie
dog
collectin
’
stuff
that
wasn
’
t
disappointed
.
"
He
grinned
.
"
Does
kinda
soun
’
like
a
sermon
,
don
’
t
it
?
"
The
sun
was
flaming
fiercely
now
.
Pa
said
,
"
Better
scrunch
down
under
water
.
She
’
ll
burn
the
living
Jesus
outa
you
.
"
And
he
reclined
and
let
the
gently
moving
water
flow
around
his
neck
.
"
If
a
fella
’
s
willin
’
to
work
hard
,
can
’
t
he
cut
her
?
"
Pa
asked
.
The
man
sat
up
and
faced
him
.
"
Look
,
mister
.
I
don
’
know
ever
’
thing
.
You
might
go
out
there
an
’
fall
into
a
steady
job
,
an
’
I
’
d
be
a
liar
.
An
’
then
,
you
might
never
get
no
work
,
an
’
I
didn
’
warn
ya
.
I
can
tell
ya
mos
’
of
the
folks
is
purty
mis
’
able
.
"
He
lay
back
in
the
water
.
"
A
fella
don
’
know
ever
’
thing
,
"
he
said
.
Pa
turned
his
head
and
looked
at
Uncle
John
.
"
You
never
was
a
fella
to
say
much
,
"
Pa
said
.
"
But
I
’
ll
be
goddamned
if
you
opened
your
mouth
twicet
sence
we
lef
’
home
.
What
you
think
’
bout
this
here
?
"
Uncle
John
scowled
.
"
I
don
’
t
think
nothin
’
about
it
.
We
’
re
a
-
goin
’
there
,
ain
’
t
we
?
None
of
this
here
talk
gonna
keep
us
from
goin
’
there
.
When
we
get
there
,
we
’
ll
get
there
.
When
we
get
a
job
we
’
ll
work
,
an
’
when
we
don
’
t
get
a
job
we
’
ll
set
on
our
tail
.
This
here
talk
ain
’
t
gonna
do
no
good
no
way
.
"
Tom
lay
back
and
filled
his
mouth
with
water
,
and
he
spurted
it
into
the
air
and
he
laughed
.
"
Uncle
John
don
’
t
talk
much
,
but
he
talks
sense
.
Yes
,
by
God
!
He
talks
sense
.
We
goin
’
on
tonight
,
Pa
?
"
"
Might
’
s
well
.
Might
’
s
well
get
her
over
.
"
"
Well
,
I
’
m
goin
’
up
in
the
brush
an
’
get
some
sleep
then
.
"
Tom
stood
up
and
waded
to
the
sandy
shore
.
He
slipped
his
clothes
on
his
wet
body
and
winced
under
the
heat
of
the
cloth
.
The
others
followed
him
.
