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"
You
’
re
my
alarm
clock
,
"
the
boy
said
.
"
Age
is
my
alarm
clock
,
"
the
old
man
said
.
"
Why
do
old
men
wake
so
early
?
Is
it
to
have
one
longer
day
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
,
"
the
boy
said
.
"
All
I
know
is
that
young
boys
sleep
late
and
hard
.
"
"
I
can
remember
it
,
"
the
old
man
said
.
"
I
’
ll
waken
you
in
time
.
"
"
I
do
not
like
for
him
to
waken
me
.
It
is
as
though
I
were
inferior
.
"
"
I
know
.
"
"
Sleep
well
,
old
man
.
"
The
boy
went
out
.
They
had
eaten
with
no
light
on
the
table
and
the
old
man
took
off
his
trousers
and
went
to
bed
in
the
dark
.
He
rolled
his
trousers
up
to
make
a
pillow
,
putting
the
newspaper
inside
them
.
He
rolled
himself
in
the
blanket
and
slept
on
the
other
old
newspapers
that
covered
the
springs
of
the
bed
.
He
was
asleep
in
a
short
time
and
he
dreamed
of
Africa
when
he
was
a
boy
and
the
long
golden
beaches
and
the
white
beaches
,
so
white
they
hurt
your
eyes
,
and
the
high
capes
and
the
great
brown
mountains
.
He
lived
along
that
coast
now
every
night
and
in
his
dreams
he
heard
the
surf
roar
and
saw
the
native
boats
come
riding
through
it
.
He
smelled
the
tar
and
oakum
of
the
deck
as
he
slept
and
he
smelled
the
smell
of
Africa
that
the
land
breeze
brought
at
morning
.
