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XXXIII. In the Sun—A Harbinger

           

           Oakwasnotboundbyhisagreementtoassistinthecorn-field;buttheharvestmonthisananxioustimeforafarmer,andthecornwasBathsheba’s,sohelentahand.

           "He’sdressedupinhisbestclothes,"saidMatthewMoon."Hehevbeenawayfromhomeforafewdays,sincehe’shadthatfelonuponhisfinger;for’asaid,sinceIcan’tworkI’llhaveahollerday."

           "Agoodtimeforonea’excellenttime,"saidJosephPoorgrass,straighteninghisback;forhe,likesomeoftheothers,hadawayofrestingawhilefromhislabouronsuchhotdaysforreasonspreternaturallysmall;ofwhichCainBall’sadventonaweek-dayinhisSunday-clotheswasoneofthefirstmagnitude."TwasabadlegallowedmetoreadthePilgrim’sProgress,andMarkClarklearntAll-Foursinawhitlow."

           "Ay,andmyfatherputhisarmoutofjointtohavetimetogocourting,"saidJanCoggan,inaneclipsingtone,wipinghisfacewithhisshirt-sleeveandthrustingbackhishatuponthenapeofhisneck.

           BythistimeCainywasnearingthegroupofharvesters,andwasperceivedtobecarryingalargesliceofbreadandhaminonehand,fromwhichhetookmouthfulsasheran,theotherbeingwrappedinabandage.Whenhecameclose,hismouthassumedthebellshape,andhebegantocoughviolently.

           "Now,Cainy!"saidGabriel,sternly."HowmanymoretimesmustItellyoutokeepfromrunningsofastwhenyoubeeating?You’llchokeyourselfsomeday,that’swhatyou’lldo,CainBall."

           "Hok-hok-hok!"repliedCain.

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