文档介绍：Dust
Dust
by Mr. And Mrs. Haldeman-Julius
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Dust
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THE DUST IS STIRRED
DUST was piled in thick, velvety folds on the weeds and grass of the
open Kansas prairie; it lay, a thin veil on the scrawny black horses and the
sharp-boned cow picketed near a covered wagon; it showered to the
ground in little clouds as Mrs. Wade, a tall, spare woman, moved about a
camp-fire, preparing supper in a sizzling skillet, huge iron kettle and
blackened coffee-pot.
Her husband, pale and gaunt, the shadow of death in his weary face
and the droop of his body, sat leaning against one of the wagon wheels
trying to quiet a wailing, emaciated year-old baby while little tow-headed
Nellie, a vigorous child of seven, frolicked undaunted by the August heat.
"Does beat all how she kin do it," thought Wade, listlessly.
"Ma," she shouted suddenly, in her shrill, strident treble, "I see Martin
comin'."
The mother made no answer until the strapping, fourteen-year-old boy,
tall and powerful for his age, had deposited his bucket of water at her side.
As he drew the back of a tanned muscular hand across his dripping
forehead she asked shortly:
"What kept you so long?"
"The creek's near dry. I had to follow it half a mile to find anything fit
to drink. This ain't no time of year to start farmin'," he added, glum and
sullen.
"I s'pose you know more'n your father and mother," suggested Wade.
"I know who'll have to do all the work," the boy retorted, bitterness
and rebellion in his tone.
"Oh, quit your arguin'," commanded the mother. "We got enough to do
to move nearer that water tonight, without wastin' time talkin'. Supper's
ready."
Martin and Nellie sat down beside the red-and-white-checkered cloth
spread on the ground, and Wade, after passing the still fretting baby to his
wife, took his place with them.
"Seems like he gets thinner every day," mented, anxiously.
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Dust
With a swift gesture of fierce tenderness, Mrs. Wade gathered little
Benny to