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The
men
squatted
on
their
hams
,
sharp
-
faced
men
,
lean
from
hunger
and
hard
from
resisting
it
,
sullen
eyes
and
hard
jaws
.
And
the
rich
land
was
around
them
.
D
’
ja
hear
about
the
kid
in
the
fourth
tent
down
?
No
,
I
jus
’
come
in
.
Well
,
that
kid
’
s
been
a
-
cryin
’
in
his
sleep
an
’
a
-
rollin
’
in
his
sleep
.
Them
folks
thought
he
got
worms
.
So
they
give
him
a
blaster
,
an
’
he
died
.
It
was
what
they
call
black
-
tongue
the
kid
had
.
Comes
from
not
gettin
’
good
things
to
eat
.
Poor
little
fella
.
Yeah
,
but
them
folks
can
’
t
bury
him
.
Got
to
go
to
the
county
stone
orchard
.
Well
,
hell
.
»
And
hands
went
into
pockets
and
little
coins
came
out
.
In
front
of
the
tent
a
little
heap
of
silver
grew
.
And
the
family
found
it
there
.
Our
people
are
good
people
;
our
people
are
kind
people
.
Pray
God
some
day
kind
people
won
’
t
all
be
poor
.
Pray
God
some
day
a
kid
can
eat
.
And
the
association
of
owners
knew
that
some
day
the
praying
would
stop
.
