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 As Jethro walked aimlessly along, he murmured to himeslf, "Scobee, blind, that negro boy dead and a farm neglected."

Then abruptly he straightened up and emitted a frightful oath. "Whatever happens," he cried, "the soil must not suffer! The soil must be free! It is in no way to blame."