![]() ![]() Rachel cleaned up after the meal, placing things into a carpet bag. ![]() After lunch Hattie announced seriously that it was sleepytime, and she and her brother lay on a blanket nearby and took their nap. They had deviled eggs and pickled cucumbers, and lemonade with molasses cookies. “I won’t mind a bit,” he said, and didn’t. “Lunch is apt to taste fishy,” she said cheerfully. Rachel had taken a piece of soap as soon as she saw him, and was scrubbing her hands. Rachel and the children had been fishing off the rocks, and Joshua took Shaman’s hand and pulled him to where six black bass, just the right size for eating, were swimming on their sides in a shaded shallow, with a fishline threaded through their gills and tied to a tree branch. Next day when he fled Jack Damon’s laborious breathing and rode to the bend in the river, he saw her mother’s brown buggy right away, the gray mare tethered in the shade and cropping sweet grass. “Well, I might just try to do that, if I’m able,” he said. “If you’re going up to Jack Damon’s tomorrow around midday, come share our picnic lunch with us.” “Shaman.” Rachel took a step toward the horse, looking up at him. ![]() He tipped his hat at them and turned the horse. He observed that the little girl’s smile was very much like hers. I saw some boys taking very nice small bass beyond the rocks the other day.” “That bend where there are lots of rocks?” ![]()
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