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«
Live
in
that
gov
’
ment
camp
?
»
Al
asked
.
«
Yeah
!
»
«
Come
on
,
then
.
Git
up
back
,
an
’
we
’
ll
all
look
.
»
The
man
climbed
over
the
side
-
boards
and
dropped
in
the
bed
.
Pa
said
,
«
I
ain
’
t
got
no
hunch
we
’
ll
find
work
.
Guess
we
got
to
look
,
though
.
We
don
’
t
even
know
where
-
at
to
look
.
»
«
Shoulda
talked
to
the
fellas
in
the
camp
,
"
Al
said
.
«
How
you
feelin
’
,
Uncle
John
?
»
«
I
ache
,
"
said
Uncle
John
.
«
I
ache
all
over
,
an
’
I
got
it
comin
’
.
I
oughta
go
away
where
I
won
’
t
bring
down
punishment
on
my
own
folks
.
»
Pa
put
his
hand
on
John
’
s
knee
.
«
Look
here
,
"
he
said
,
«
don
’
you
go
away
.
We
’
re
droppin
’
folks
all
the
time
—
Grampa
an
’
Granma
dead
,
Noah
an
’
Connie
—
run
out
,
an
’
the
preacher
—
in
jail
.
»
«
I
got
a
hunch
we
’
ll
see
that
preacher
agin
,
"
John
said
.
Al
fingered
the
ball
on
the
gear
-
shift
lever
.
«
You
don
’
feel
good
enough
to
have
no
hunches
,
"
he
said
.
«
The
hell
with
it
.
Le
’
s
go
back
an
’
talk
,
an
’
find
out
where
they
’
s
some
work
.
We
’
re
jus
’
huntin
’
skunks
under
water
.
»
He
stopped
the
truck
and
leaned
out
the
window
and
called
back
,
«
Hey
!
Lookie
!
We
’
re
a
-
goin
’
back
to
the
camp
an
’
try
an
’
see
where
they
’
s
work
.
They
ain
’
t
no
use
burnin
’
gas
like
this
.
»
The
man
leaned
over
the
truck
side
.
«
Suits
me
,
"
he
said
.
«
My
dogs
is
wore
clean
up
to
the
ankle
.
An
’
I
ain
’
t
even
got
a
nibble
.
»
