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«
Well
,
it
so
happens
I
can
tell
you
.
I
never
seen
such
drinkin
’
,
so
I
looked
out
after
him
.
He
went
north
;
an
’
then
a
car
come
along
an
’
lighted
him
up
,
an
’
he
went
down
the
bank
.
Legs
was
beginnin
’
to
buckle
a
little
.
He
got
the
other
pint
open
awready
.
He
won
’
t
be
far
—
not
the
way
he
was
goin
’
.
»
Tom
said
,
«
Thank
ya
.
I
got
to
find
him
.
»
«
You
want
ta
take
his
hat
?
»
«
Yeah
!
Yeah
!
He
’
ll
need
it
.
Well
,
thank
ya
.
»
«
What
’
s
the
matter
with
him
?
»
the
gray
man
asked
.
«
He
wasn
’
takin
’
pleasure
in
his
drink
.
»
«
Oh
,
he
’
s
kinda
—
moody
.
Well
,
good
night
.
An
’
if
you
see
that
squirt
Connie
,
tell
’
im
we
’
ve
went
south
.
»
«
I
got
so
many
people
to
look
out
for
an
’
tell
stuff
to
,
I
can
’
t
ever
remember
’
em
all
.
»
«
Don
’
t
put
yourself
out
too
much
,
"
Tom
said
.
He
went
out
the
screen
door
carrying
Uncle
John
’
s
dusty
black
hat
.
He
crossed
the
concrete
road
and
walked
along
the
edge
of
it
.
Below
him
in
the
sunken
field
,
the
Hooverville
lay
;
and
the
little
fires
flickered
and
the
lanterns
shone
through
the
tents
.
Somewhere
in
the
camp
a
guitar
sounded
,
slow
chords
,
struck
without
any
sequence
,
practice
chords
.
Tom
stopped
and
listened
,
and
then
he
moved
slowly
along
the
side
of
the
road
,
and
every
few
steps
he
stopped
to
listen
again
.
He
had
gone
a
quarter
of
a
mile
before
he
heard
what
he
listened
for
.
Down
below
the
embankment
the
sound
of
a
thick
,
tuneless
voice
,
singing
drably
.
Tom
cocked
his
head
,
the
better
to
hear
.
And
the
dull
voice
sang
,
«
I
’
ve
give
my
heart
to
Jesus
,
so
Jesus
take
me
home
.
I
’
ve
give
my
soul
to
Jesus
,
so
Jesus
is
my
home
.
»
The
song
trailed
off
to
a
murmur
,
and
then
stopped
.
Tom
hurried
down
from
the
embankment
,
toward
the
song
.
After
a
while
he
stopped
and
listened
again
.
