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Alabama 7

Bony crossed his leg, showing his dirty ankles. His shirt smelled of
long wearing; it was a deeper blue by the dirt, that had become part of the
cloth texture. Bony's brother had on new overalls, on the leg of which was
still printed in chalk: 38-32. The cuff of each pant-leg had been given
several rolls, but still the pants were too long. Bony's brother had had
a hair cut, and the hair was so short, it could not be combed.

Bony's brother wanted to know: "I bet he," he indicated a visitor:
"I bet he has plenty of cornbread and molasses. Would you give us something,
if we are starving to death over here?"

"We could all eat as long as it lasts."

Bony's brother slapped his new overalls, and appeared to be overcome
with a kind of good-fellow glee. He said happily. "That's feeling, people.
That's feeling! You've got feeling. He's got feeling, people. If people,"
he said subsiding, "if people didn't have feeling you could cut off a person's
hand—" he held out a hand and made a slice at it with the other--- "slice
it off like that, and he wouldn't know itl"

Bony said: "When a fellow's hungry, he's going to get out and git
something, somehow, before he gets too weak to." Bony filled his pipe.

The visitor decided he would leave, and Bony got up, and went down the

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