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These
three
in
the
evening
,
harmonica
and
fiddle
and
guitar
.
Playing
a
reel
and
tapping
out
the
tune
,
and
the
big
deep
strings
of
the
guitar
beating
like
a
heart
,
and
the
harmonica
’
s
sharp
chords
and
the
skirl
and
squeal
of
the
fiddle
.
People
have
to
move
close
.
They
can
’
t
help
it
.
«
Chicken
Reel
»
now
,
and
the
feet
tap
and
a
young
lean
buck
takes
three
quick
steps
,
and
his
arms
hang
limp
.
The
square
closes
up
and
the
dancing
starts
,
feet
on
the
bare
ground
,
beating
dull
,
strike
with
your
heels
.
Hands
’
round
and
swing
.
Hair
falls
down
,
and
panting
breaths
.
Lean
to
the
side
now
.
Look
at
that
Texas
boy
,
long
legs
loose
,
taps
four
times
for
ever
’
damn
step
.
Never
seen
a
boy
swing
aroun
’
like
that
.
Look
at
him
swing
that
Cherokee
girl
,
red
in
her
cheeks
an
’
her
toe
points
out
.
Look
at
her
pant
,
look
at
her
heave
.
Think
she
’
s
tired
?
Think
she
’
s
winded
?
Well
,
she
ain
’
t
.
Texas
boy
got
his
hair
in
his
eyes
,
mouth
’
s
wide
open
,
can
’
t
get
air
,
but
he
pats
four
times
for
ever
’
darn
step
,
an
’
he
’
ll
keep
a
’
goin
’
with
the
Cherokee
girl
.
The
fiddle
squeaks
and
the
guitar
bongs
.
Mouth
-
organ
man
is
red
in
the
face
.
Texas
boy
and
the
Cherokee
girl
,
pantin
’
like
dogs
an
’
a
-
beatin
’
the
groun
’
.
Ol
’
folks
stan
’
a
-
pattin
’
their
han
’
s
.
Smilin
’
a
little
,
tappin
’
their
feet
.
Back
home
—
in
the
schoolhouse
,
it
was
.
The
big
moon
sailed
off
to
the
westward
.
An
’
we
walked
,
him
an
’
me
—
a
little
ways
.
Didn
’
talk
’
cause
our
throats
was
choked
up
.
Didn
’
talk
none
at
all
.
An
’
purty
soon
they
was
a
haycock
.
Went
right
to
it
and
laid
down
there
.
Seein
’
the
Texas
boy
an
’
that
girl
a
-
steppin
’
away
into
the
dark
—
think
nobody
seen
’
em
go
.
Oh
,
God
!
I
wisht
I
was
a
-
goin
’
with
that
Texas
boy
.
Moon
’
ll
be
up
’
fore
long
.
I
seen
that
girl
’
s
ol
’
man
move
out
to
stop
’
em
an
’
then
he
didn
’
.
He
knowed
.
Might
as
well
stop
the
fall
from
comin
’
,
and
might
as
well
stop
the
sap
from
movin
’
in
the
trees
An
’
the
moon
’
ll
be
up
’
fore
long
.
Play
more
—
play
the
story
songs
—
"
As
I
Walked
through
the
Streets
of
Laredo
.
»
The
fire
’
s
gone
down
.
Be
a
shame
to
build
her
up
.
Little
ol
’
moon
’
ll
be
up
’
fore
long
.
Beside
an
irrigation
ditch
a
preacher
labored
and
the
people
cried
.
And
the
preacher
paced
like
a
tiger
,
whipping
the
people
with
his
voice
,
and
they
groveled
and
whined
on
the
ground
.
He
calculated
them
,
gauged
them
,
played
on
them
,
and
when
they
were
all
squirming
on
the
ground
he
stooped
down
and
of
his
great
strength
he
picked
each
one
up
in
his
arms
and
shouted
.
Take
’
em
,
Christ
!
and
threw
each
one
in
the
water
.
And
when
they
were
all
in
,
waist
deep
in
the
water
,
and
looking
with
frightened
eyes
at
the
master
,
he
knelt
down
on
the
bank
and
he
prayed
for
them
;
and
he
prayed
that
all
men
and
women
might
grovel
and
whine
on
the
ground
.
Men
and
women
,
dripping
,
clothes
sticking
tight
,
watched
;
then
gurgling
and
sloshing
in
their
shoes
they
walked
back
to
the
camp
,
to
the
tents
,
and
they
talked
softly
in
wonder
:
We
been
saved
,
they
said
.
We
’
re
washed
white
as
snow
.
We
won
’
t
never
sin
again
.
And
the
children
,
frightened
and
wet
,
whispered
together
:
