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The
sun
sank
toward
the
baked
and
broken
bills
to
the
west
.
The
pot
over
the
fire
bubbled
furiously
.
Ma
went
under
the
tarpaulin
and
came
out
with
an
apronful
of
potatoes
,
and
she
dropped
them
into
the
boiling
water
.
"
I
pray
God
we
gonna
be
let
to
wash
some
clothes
.
We
ain
’
t
never
been
dirty
like
this
.
Don
’
t
even
wash
potatoes
’
fore
we
boil
’
em
.
I
wonder
why
?
Seems
like
the
heart
’
s
took
out
of
us
.
"
The
men
came
trooping
up
from
the
willows
,
and
their
eyes
were
full
of
sleep
,
and
their
faces
were
red
and
puffed
with
daytime
sleep
.
Pa
said
,
"
What
’
s
a
matter
?
"
"
We
’
re
goin
’
,
"
said
Tom
.
"
Cop
says
we
got
to
go
.
Might
’
s
well
get
her
over
.
Get
a
good
start
an
’
maybe
we
’
ll
be
through
her
.
Near
three
hunderd
miles
where
we
’
re
goin
’
.
"
Pa
said
,
"
I
thought
we
was
gonna
get
a
rest
.
"
"
Well
,
we
ain
’
t
.
We
got
to
go
,
Pa
,
"
Tom
said
,
"
Noah
,
ain
’
t
a
-
goin
’
.
He
walked
on
down
the
river
.
"
"
Ain
’
t
goin
’
?
What
the
hell
’
s
the
matter
with
him
?
"
And
then
Pa
caught
himself
.
"
My
fault
,
"
he
said
miserably
.
"
That
boy
’
s
all
my
fault
.
"
"
No
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
wanta
talk
about
it
no
more
,
"
said
Pa
.
"
I
can
’
t
—
my
fault
.
"
"
Well
,
we
got
to
go
,
"
said
Tom
.
