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`` But all the time that day I think about a hail-storm or a hot wind whenever I look out on that hunder ' acre farm . It is so beautiful , as you can guess -- the wheat , the barley , the corn , the potatoes , the turnip , all green like sea-water , and pigeons and wild ducks flying up and down , and the horse and the ox standing in a field ver ' comfer ' ble . `` We have good time that day , and go to bed all happy that night . I get up at five o'clock , an ' I go hout . Bargon stan ' there looking hout on his field with the horse-bridle in his hand . ` The air not feel right , ' he say to me . I t ' ink the same , but I say to him : ` Your head not feel right -- him too sof ' . '