Tramping on Life - An Autobiographical Narrative by Harry Kemp
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he was thrust into a bag which Josh carried slung over his shoulder.
We caught fifteen rabbits that afternoon. We had a big rabbit stew for supper. Afterward the two men sat about in their socks, chairs tilted back, sucking their teeth and picking them with broom straws ... and they told yarns of dogs, and hunting, and fishing, till bed-time. * * * * * The morning sun shone brightly over me through three panes of glass in the window, the fourth of which was stopped up with an old petticoat. I woke with Phoebe's warm kiss on my mouth. We had slept together, for the older folks considered us too young for it to make any difference. We lay side by side all night ... and like a little man and woman we lay together, talking, in the morning. We could smell the cooking of eggs and bacon below ... an early breakfast for Paul, for he had been taken by a whim that he must work in the mine over the hill for a few weeks in order to earn some money ... for he was a miner, as well as a puddler in the mills ... he worked in coal mines privately run, not yet taken into the trust. He often had to lie on his side in a shallow place, working the coal loose with his pick--where the roof was so close he couldn't sit up straight.... * * * * * "What shall we do to-day?" asked Phoebe of me, as we lay there, side by |
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