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The Man Who Saw The Flood
The Man Who Saw The Flood
"Yeah."
"Lawd!"
"Yuh reckon anybody knows where they is?"
"Yessum."
The steps were gone. Tom lifted May and Sally to the
porch. They stood a moment looking at the half-
opened door. He had shut it when he left, but
somehow it seemed natural that he should find it
open. The planks in the porch floor were swollen and
warped. The cabin had two colors; near the bottom it
was a solid yellow, at the top it was the familiar gray.
It looked weird, as though its ghost were standing
beside it.
"Yeah."
"Lawd knows."
"Yeah. Ah know."
When she was filling the bucket from the pump, Tom
called from around the cabin. "May, look! Ah done
foun mah plow!" Proudly he dragged the silt-caked
plow to the pump. "Ah'll wash it n it'll be awright."
"Hunh?"
"Where?"
"Huh?"
"Yeah."
"Yessuh."
"You ate that grub, and I got to pay for it, Tom."
"Yessuh, ah know."
"Awright."
"Oh, Tom!"
"Hunh?"
"Hunh?"
"Awright!"
She watched the buggy disappear over the crest of
the muddy hill. Then she sighed, caught Sally's hand,
and turned back into the cabin.