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«
I
can
’
t
he
’
p
it
.
I
can
’
t
stan
’
that
yellin
’
.
It
’
s
like
—
it
’
s
like
when
—
"
«
I
know
,
"
Pa
said
.
«
But
jus
’
take
it
easy
.
Uncle
John
blubbered
,
«
I
’
ll
run
away
.
By
God
,
I
got
to
work
or
I
’
ll
run
away
.
»
Pa
turned
from
him
.
«
How
’
s
she
stan
’
on
the
last
marker
?
»
The
man
with
the
flashlight
threw
the
beam
on
the
stick
.
The
rain
cut
whitely
through
the
light
.
«
Comin
’
up
.
»
«
She
’
ll
come
up
slower
now
,
"
Pa
said
.
«
Got
to
flood
purty
far
on
the
other
side
.
»
«
She
’
s
comin
’
up
,
though
.
»
The
women
filled
the
coffee
pots
and
set
them
out
again
.
And
as
the
night
went
on
,
the
men
moved
slower
and
slower
,
and
they
lifted
their
heavy
feet
like
draft
horses
.
More
mud
on
the
levee
,
more
willows
interlaced
.
The
rain
fell
steadily
.
When
the
flashlight
turned
on
faces
,
the
eyes
showed
staring
,
and
the
muscles
on
the
cheeks
were
welted
out
.
For
a
long
time
the
screams
continued
from
the
car
,
and
at
last
they
were
still
.
Pa
said
,
«
Ma
’
d
call
me
if
it
was
bore
.
»
He
went
on
shoveling
the
mud
sullenly
.
