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And
Pa
said
,
"
God
Almighty
!
"
The
distant
cities
,
the
little
towns
in
the
orchard
land
,
and
the
morning
sun
,
golden
on
the
valley
.
A
car
honked
behind
them
.
Al
pulled
to
the
side
of
the
road
and
parked
.
"
I
want
ta
look
at
her
.
"
The
grain
fields
golden
in
the
morning
,
and
the
willow
lines
,
the
eucalyptus
trees
in
rows
.
Pa
sighed
,
"
I
never
knowed
they
was
anything
like
her
.
"
The
peach
trees
and
the
walnut
groves
,
and
the
dark
green
patches
of
oranges
.
And
red
roofs
among
the
trees
,
and
barns
—
rich
barns
.
Al
got
out
and
stretched
his
legs
.
He
called
,
"
Ma
—
come
look
.
We
’
re
there
!
"
Ruthie
and
Winfield
scrambled
down
from
the
car
,
and
then
they
stood
,
silent
and
awestruck
,
embarrassed
before
the
great
valley
.
The
distance
was
thinned
with
haze
,
and
the
land
grew
softer
and
softer
in
the
distance
.
A
windmill
flashed
in
the
sun
,
and
its
turning
blades
were
like
a
little
heliograph
,
far
away
.
Ruthie
and
Winfield
looked
at
it
,
and
Ruthie
whispered
,
"
It
’
s
California
.
"
Winfield
moved
his
lips
silently
over
the
syllables
.
"
There
’
s
fruit
,
"
he
said
aloud
.
Casy
and
Uncle
John
,
Connie
and
Rose
of
Sharon
climbed
down
.
And
they
stood
silently
.
Rose
of
Sharon
had
started
to
brush
her
hair
back
,
when
she
caught
sight
of
the
valley
and
her
hand
dropped
slowly
to
her
side
.
Tom
said
,
"
Where
’
s
Ma
?
I
want
Ma
to
see
it
.
Look
,
Ma
!
Come
here
,
Ma
.
"
Ma
was
climbing
slowly
,
stiffly
,
down
the
back
board
.
Tom
looked
at
her
.
"
My
God
,
Ma
,
you
sick
?
"
Her
face
was
stiff
and
putty
-
like
,
and
her
eyes
seemed
to
have
sunk
deep
into
her
head
,
and
the
rims
were
red
with
weariness
.
Her
feet
touched
the
ground
and
she
braced
herself
by
holding
the
truck
-
side
.
Her
voice
was
a
croak
.
"
Ya
say
we
’
re
acrost
?
"
