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Old Oscar Lutz, coming out of the underbrush by the creek bed, was confronted with the sight of great tan and bilious-green low- scudding clouds tumbling over each other, as they rolled in from the southwest.
Wind, that was going to be--the way the sickly green showed under the yellow. He must get back to Marthy. Pshaw,--how old thoughts and habits clung to people. Marthy had been gone for a quarter of a century; and here for a minute, he was thinking of her being afraid in the face of the oncoming storm. It was only of himself he had to think. He must get back before he got soaked and have to pay the price with a good old attack of rheumatism.