wagon. One day it was just awful hot. When
we got back to the field from dinner, we
took things kind of easy. The men put in the
horses and got the machine going, and Ole
Iverson was up on the deck, cutting bands. I
was sitting against a strawstack, trying to
get some shade. My wagon wasn't going out
first, and somehow I felt the heat awful that
day. The sun was so hot like it was going to
burn the world up. After a while I see a man
coming across the stubble, and when he got
close I see it was a tramp. His toes stuck out
of his shoes, and he hadn't shaved for a long
while, and his eyes was awful red and wild,
like he had some sickness. He comes right up
and begins to talk like he knows me already.
He says: 'The ponds in this country is done
got so low a man couldn't drownd himself in
one of 'em.'

"I told him nobody wanted to drownd them-
selves, but if we didn't have rain soon we'd
have to pump water for the cattle.

"'Oh, cattle,' he says, 'you'll all take care
of your cattle! Ain't you got no beer here?'
I told him he'd have to go to the Bohemians
for beer; the Norwegians didn't have none
when they thrashed. 'My God!' he says, 'so

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