cow—a poor dear stoic Old cow w
ay shoulder, for there wasn't an ith a
at us out of the dark as though hYerstOCk
metal like blood and we could see
hot brightness in that moment When Side
Ire we picked up her shape, Which is the
'ted with clods, and knew what she Was
knotty head there wasn't anything bu\da
tated gray mess in which something Slow
we were something slow happening inside
mat'S what the cow would say if She were a
ittle Jackie Burden.
ickie, it 100kS like you got a job cut out for
'in."
on you will find anything on Irwin."
another twenty miles and eighteen
f the mist reached out of the
of the cypresses, to snag us,
t of the swamp and started
f Sugar-Boy hadn't been
ring wheel delicately
nce or twitch, but
ont fender, and
Id thread a
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City I went up there in that big
the gang, and we burned up
long time ago—nearly three years,
like forever. But the first time
ago, back in 1922, and I went up
o the steering post to stay in
ray dust, which plumed out beh
n leaves to make them gray t
Iding my jaws clamped tight
d from chipping the enam
he Boss: when he got
r and still keep your b
ime I went to Maso
e Chronicle called
to Mason City a
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