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The
car
stopped
at
the
very
center
of
the
quiet
forest
.
"
All
right
,
boys
,
behave
.
"
They
had
been
jostling
elbows
.
"
Yes
,
sir
.
"
They
climbed
out
,
carrying
the
blue
tin
pails
away
from
the
lonely
dirt
road
into
the
smell
of
fallen
rain
.
"
Look
for
bees
,
"
said
Father
.
"
Bees
hang
around
grapes
like
boys
around
kitchens
,
Doug
?
"
Douglas
looked
up
suddenly
.
"
You
’
re
off
a
million
miles
,
"
said
Father
.
"
Look
alive
.
Walk
with
us
.
"
"
Yes
,
sir
.
"
And
they
walked
through
the
forest
,
Father
very
tall
,
Douglas
moving
in
his
shadow
,
and
Tom
,
very
small
,
trotting
in
his
brother
’
s
shade
.
They
came
to
a
little
rise
and
looked
ahead
.
Here
,
here
,
did
they
see
?
Father
pointed
.
Here
was
where
the
big
summer
-
quiet
winds
lived
and
passed
in
the
green
depths
,
like
ghost
whales
,
unseen
.
Douglas
looked
quickly
,
saw
nothing
,
and
felt
put
upon
by
his
father
who
,
like
Grandpa
,
lived
on
riddles
.
But
.
.
.
But
,
still
.
.
.
Douglas
paused
and
listened
.
