Wide FieldsR.M. McBride, 1928 - 280 páginas |
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ag'in ain't Archie Arth Aunt Margaret baby banjo Beck began Bennie bout Brother Baxter Brother Johnson buggy called CALLIE Charlie Chick church cotton crying Dave dead Doctor door dressed drove Earse Ed Roberts eyes face farmer feeling fell fellow fiddle fields folks girl gone gonna Gus Brown Gyptians hands head heard Johnson County Katie Harris laughed Lettie Little Bethel looked Lord Lordy MABEL mebbe morning mought mule never nigger night OLD JACOB Ollie out'n pig-pen plough porch preacher pulled purty quare reckon road rocking runabout Sally Ann Sam Adams shouted shucks sitting Squair stared stood stopped supper talk tell things thought Tim's tobacco told trees turned voice waited walk watched wife woman
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Página 7 - Don't you want nothing more, Ola?' he called. 'I've et,' she answered. He leaned over the table eating in huge mouthfuls. He fed his hunger with beans, side-meat, corn-bread, preserves, and a few pieces of fried chicken, washing it all down with great gulps of black coffee. His sweaty arms made streaks on the new cloth, but what did he care, consumed as he was by hunger and the thoughts within ? When he had finished, he sat picking bits of meat from his teeth with his finger-nails. Now and then he...
Página 10 - Again he went home under the moon, devoured by hunger and thoughts within. The house was closed and there was no light. He found a note stuck in the door. "I am gone. Don't look for me till you see me coming," it said. He could read the clear letters in the moonlight. Tearing the paper into bits, he made his way to the lot to feed. When he had cooked his supper, he gorged himself and lay down in his clothes on the bed. Soon again his snores echoed through the house. The next morning he awoke and...
Página 13 - I wisht I was where that star is, clean away. Oh, I do! — " And he sobbed as he passed the moonlit hedges. When the sheriff came for him in his little house, he was quiet and dignified. Poor fool, he was sitting on the porch dressed in his Sunday best with his head bent over in his hands. The dishes were washed, the floor swept, the flowers watered, and all in order. He went away like a child and stayed so till the last day.
Página 11 - He set off up the road, dropped it in the mail-box and waited. The next week he worked, worked and waited. The grass was killed, the cotton sided, and all looked fine. Then came a note from Ola saying, "I am having a good time. Please look in the top bureau drawer and send me my white slippers. — OLA.
Página 3 - Ah, but he was a worker. Let it be rolling logs, splitting rails, or cutting with a cradle, he stood above them all. And many a hot August day, when 'the monkey was riding' old man McLaughlin's hands in the bottom, Eddie's loud halloo could be heard among them, urging them on to their fodder-pulling. — But he had a bad temper. — Three hundred bundles a day was easy for him. Yea, he could pull five stacks in a week; had done it all right. And today he had set a new mark. Three acres of grassy...
Página 12 - He was stupefied with rage. All that afternoon he sat on the porch unmindful of his crops and the world about him. Near night he rushed into the house and began putting on his store-bought suit. 'I'll go get her! I'll go get her!' he kept shouting to himself. Hurrying to the barn, he hitched the mule to the buggy and went driving away in a cloud of dust to the north. Late that night he drove up the shining main street of the capital city. The bright lights astonished, even frightened him. But he...
Página 5 - Still, she had tried him — worried him nigh to death it seemed. And now he remembered that in their courting days old man McLaughlin had warned him of Ola's dressing and finery. Her pappy and mammy couldn't satisfy her. They were too poor. Take a bank to hold her, he had said. That's right, she didn't treat him decent, and he slaving day in and day out to get ready and buy a piece of land of their own. They were both the children of tenant farmers, the grandchildren of tenant farmers, the great-grandchildren,...
Página 9 - Dry up, dry up I tell you. — Hanh! " He snorted scornfully, " I'd grab him up and bust his brains out ag'in the ground." He got to his feet and slammed his way into the house. "All right,
Página 12 - Maybe next year,' she said, and gave a little laugh. Ella went away and left them alone. 'Git your things, I tell you,' he almost whispered. ' I ain't going. Good night. You're crazy as a fool, Ed.' — Temper, temper, that was it. For he couldn't keep his hands off her — hands that could lift a bale of cotton. — She couldn't make a whisper, not a sound. Then he stumbled down the walk to his buggy. He'd done it all right. He'd killed her all right. He knew all the time, every long mile to Raleigh,...
Página 8 - I could take him in my two hands and break him like a dead dog-fennel.' Ola laughed softly. 'Now what do you mean by that?' 'I'm going to Raleigh tomorrow with him to visit Ella awhile.' 'And the grass eating up our crop!' he cried incredulously. 'Yes.' ' By God, you won't !' he roared wrathfully as he got up and began walking back and forth in the yard. 'I'm going, I tell you,' and her voice quavered. 'I'm gonna get a rest from your slaving and sweating and your dirt and all.' 'Well, for God's sakes,...