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He
explained
carefully
,
«
They
gonna
burn
the
camp
tonight
,
Ma
.
Now
you
know
I
ain
’
t
got
it
in
me
to
stan
’
by
an
’
see
our
stuff
burn
up
,
nor
Pa
ain
’
t
got
it
in
him
,
nor
Uncle
John
.
We
’
d
come
up
a
-
fightin
’
,
an
’
I
jus
’
can
’
t
afford
to
be
took
in
an
’
mugged
.
I
nearly
got
it
today
,
if
the
preacher
hadn
’
jumped
in
.
»
Ma
had
been
turning
the
frying
potatoes
in
the
hot
grease
.
Now
she
took
her
decision
.
«
Come
on
!
»
she
cried
.
«
Le
’
s
eat
this
stuff
.
We
got
to
go
quick
.
»
She
set
out
the
tin
plates
.
Pa
said
,
«
How
’
bout
John
?
»
«
Where
is
Uncle
John
?
»
Tom
asked
.
Pa
and
Ma
were
silent
for
a
moment
,
and
then
Pa
said
,
«
He
went
to
get
drunk
.
»
«
Jesus
!
»
Tom
said
.
«
What
a
time
he
picked
out
!
Where
’
d
he
go
?
»
«
I
don
’
know
,
"
said
Pa
.
Tom
stood
up
.
«
Look
,
"
he
said
,
«
you
all
eat
an
’
get
the
stuff
loaded
.
I
’
ll
go
look
for
Uncle
John
.
He
’
d
of
went
to
the
store
’
crost
the
road
.
»
Tom
walked
quickly
away
.
The
little
cooking
fires
burned
in
front
of
the
tents
and
the
shacks
,
and
the
light
fell
on
the
faces
of
ragged
men
and
women
,
on
crouched
children
.
In
a
few
tents
the
light
of
kerosene
lamps
shone
through
the
canvas
and
placed
shadows
of
people
hugely
on
the
cloth
.
