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The
tent
flap
jerked
up
and
a
young
man
came
out
and
an
older
man
followed
him
.
They
were
dressed
in
new
blue
dungarees
and
in
dungaree
coats
,
stiff
with
filler
,
the
brass
buttons
shining
.
They
were
sharp
-
faced
men
,
and
they
looked
much
alike
.
The
young
man
had
a
dark
stubble
beard
and
the
older
man
a
white
stubble
beard
.
Their
heads
and
faces
were
wet
,
their
hair
dripped
,
water
stood
in
drops
on
their
stiff
beards
.
Their
cheeks
shone
with
dampness
.
Together
they
stood
looking
quietly
into
the
lightening
east
.
They
yawned
together
and
watched
the
light
on
the
hill
rims
.
And
then
they
turned
and
saw
Tom
.
«
Mornin
’
,
"
the
older
man
said
,
and
his
face
was
neither
friendly
nor
unfriendly
.
«
Mornin
’
,
"
said
Tom
.
And
,
«
Mornin
’
,
"
said
the
younger
man
.
The
water
slowly
dried
on
their
faces
.
They
came
to
the
stove
and
warmed
their
hands
at
it
.
The
girl
kept
to
her
work
.
Once
she
set
the
baby
down
and
tied
her
braids
together
in
back
with
a
string
,
and
the
two
braids
jerked
and
swung
as
she
worked
.
She
set
tin
cups
on
a
big
packing
box
,
set
tin
plates
and
knives
and
forks
out
.
Then
she
scooped
bacon
from
the
deep
grease
and
laid
it
on
a
tin
platter
,
and
the
bacon
cricked
and
rustled
as
it
grew
crisp
.
She
opened
the
rusty
oven
door
and
took
out
a
square
pan
full
of
big
high
biscuits
.
When
the
smell
of
the
biscuits
struck
the
air
both
of
the
men
inhaled
deeply
.
The
younger
said
,
«
Kee
-
rist
!
»
softly
.
Now
the
older
man
said
to
Tom
,
«
Had
your
breakfast
?
»
«
Well
,
no
,
I
ain
’
t
.
But
my
folks
is
over
there
.
They
ain
’
t
up
.
