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«
Here
’
s
where
we
’
re
a
-
workin
’
,
"
Wilkie
said
.
His
father
opened
the
barn
and
passed
out
two
picks
and
three
shovels
.
And
he
said
to
Tom
,
«
Here
’
s
your
beauty
.
»
Tom
hefted
the
pick
.
«
Jumping
Jesus
!
If
she
don
’
t
feel
good
!
»
«
Wait
’
ll
about
’
leven
o
’
clock
,
"
Wilkie
suggested
.
«
See
how
good
she
feels
then
.
»
They
walked
to
the
end
of
the
ditch
.
Tom
took
off
his
coat
and
dropped
it
on
the
dirt
pile
.
He
pushed
up
his
cap
and
stepped
into
the
ditch
.
Then
he
spat
on
his
hands
.
The
pick
arose
into
the
air
and
flashed
down
.
Tom
grunted
softly
.
The
pick
rose
and
fell
,
and
the
grunt
came
at
the
moment
it
sank
into
the
ground
and
loosened
the
soil
.
Wilkie
said
,
«
Yes
,
sir
,
Pa
,
we
got
here
a
first
-
grade
muckstick
man
.
This
here
boy
been
married
to
that
there
little
digger
.
»
Tom
said
,
«
I
put
in
time
(
umph
)
.
Yes
,
sir
,
I
sure
did
(
umph
)
.
Put
in
my
years
(
umph
!
)
.
Kinda
like
the
feel
(
umph
!
)
.
»
The
soil
loosened
ahead
of
him
.
The
sun
cleared
the
fruit
trees
now
and
the
grape
leaves
were
golden
green
on
the
vines
.
Six
feet
along
and
Tom
stepped
aside
and
wiped
his
forehead
.
Wilkie
came
behind
him
.
The
shovel
rose
and
fell
and
the
dirt
flew
out
to
the
pile
beside
the
lengthening
ditch
.
«
I
heard
about
this
here
Central
Committee
,
"
said
Tom
.
«
So
you
’
re
one
of
’
em
.
»
«
Yes
,
sir
,
"
Timothy
replied
.
«
And
it
’
s
a
responsibility
.
All
them
people
.
We
’
re
doin
’
our
best
.
An
’
the
people
in
the
camp
a
-
doin
’
their
best
.
I
wisht
them
big
farmers
wouldn
’
plague
us
so
.
I
wisht
they
wouldn
’
.
»
Tom
climbed
back
into
the
ditch
and
Wilkie
stood
aside
.
