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Casy
said
,
"
Well
,
yeah
—
maybe
.
"
He
appealed
to
them
all
suddenly
,
to
Ma
and
Grampa
and
Tom
.
"
I
got
to
get
goin
’
west
.
I
got
to
go
.
I
wonder
if
I
kin
go
along
with
you
folks
.
"
And
then
he
stood
,
embarrassed
by
his
own
speech
.
Ma
looked
to
Tom
to
speak
,
because
he
was
a
man
,
but
Tom
did
not
speak
.
She
let
him
have
the
chance
that
was
his
right
,
and
then
she
said
,
"
Why
,
we
’
d
be
proud
to
have
you
.
’
Course
I
can
’
t
say
right
now
;
Pa
says
all
the
men
’
ll
talk
tonight
and
figger
when
we
gonna
start
.
I
guess
maybe
we
better
not
say
till
all
the
men
come
.
John
an
’
Pa
an
’
Noah
an
’
Tom
an
’
Grampa
an
’
Al
an
’
Connie
,
they
’
re
gonna
figger
soon
’
s
they
get
back
.
But
if
they
’
s
room
I
’
m
pretty
sure
we
’
ll
be
proud
to
have
ya
.
"
The
preacher
sighed
.
"
I
’
ll
go
anyways
,
"
he
said
.
"
Somepin
’
s
happening
.
I
went
up
an
’
I
looked
,
an
’
the
houses
is
all
empty
,
an
’
the
lan
’
is
empty
,
an
’
this
whole
country
is
empty
.
I
can
’
t
stay
here
no
more
.
I
got
to
go
where
the
folks
is
goin
’
.
I
’
ll
work
in
the
fiel
’
s
,
an
’
maybe
I
’
ll
be
happy
.
"
"
An
’
you
ain
’
t
gonna
preach
?
"
Tom
asked
.
"
I
ain
’
t
gonna
preach
.
"
"
An
’
you
ain
’
t
gonna
baptize
?
"
Ma
asked
.
"
I
ain
’
t
gonna
baptize
.
I
’
m
gonna
work
in
the
fiel
’
s
,
in
the
green
fiel
’
s
,
an
’
I
’
m
gonna
be
near
to
folks
.
I
ain
’
t
gonna
try
to
teach
’
em
nothin
’
.
I
’
m
gonna
try
to
learn
.
Gonna
learn
why
the
folks
walks
in
the
grass
,
gonna
hear
’
em
talk
,
gonna
hear
’
em
sing
.
Gonna
listen
to
kids
eatin
’
mush
.
Gonna
hear
husban
’
an
’
wife
a
-
poundin
’
the
mattress
in
the
night
.
Gonna
eat
with
’
em
an
’
learn
.
"
His
eyes
were
wet
and
shining
.
"
Gonna
lay
in
the
grass
,
open
an
’
honest
with
anybody
that
’
ll
have
me
.
Gonna
cuss
an
’
swear
an
’
hear
the
poetry
of
folks
talkin
’
.
All
that
’
s
holy
,
all
that
’
s
what
I
didn
’
t
understan
’
.
All
them
things
is
the
good
things
.
"
The
preacher
sat
humbly
down
on
the
chopping
block
beside
the
door
.
"
I
wonder
what
they
is
for
a
fella
so
lonely
.
"
Tom
coughed
delicately
.
"
For
a
fella
that
don
’
t
preach
no
more
—
"
he
began
.
