Л. Ф. Шитова

dead and injured were brought upward by the ladder one by one. Stretchers filled the central area. Behind the cordon, the

Founts of warm water leap ed up, steaming;

dull things in books. Raising good cotton, riding well, shooting straight, dancing lightly, and drinking like a gentleman were the things that mattered. Their family had more money, more horses, more slaves than anyone else in the County, but the boys had less grammar than most of their neighbors. They had just been expelled from the University of Georgia, the fourth university that had thrown them out in two years; and their older brothers,

Cockeye Hymie leaned across his desk. “Hey, Max. Listen, will yuh 1 , Max?” he pleaded.