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amount to nothin’, but get to be bigger than all the world outside.

(sewing)

Somebody must do the farming, Ben.

Somebody like the Jordans, that ’s been doin’ it generation after generation. Well, look at us. I heard a feller, in a Y.M.C.A, hut, tellin’ how nature brought animals into the world, able to face what they had to face

Yes, Ben?

That ’s what nature ’s done for us Jordans,—brought us into the world half froze before we was born. Brought us into the world mean, and hard, so ’s we could live the hard, mean life we have to live.

I don’t know, Ben, but what you could live it different.

They laugh over there, and sing, and God knows when I was there they did n’t have much to sing about. I was at a rest camp, near Nancy, after I got wounded. I told you about the French lady with all those children that I got billeted with.

Yes.

They used to sing, right at the table, and laugh! God! It brought a lump into my throat mor’n once, lookin’ at them, and rememberin’ the Jordans!