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Headed west-going home, as he still thought of it-he felt often as if he were on a leisurely camping trip. A man and his dog drove in a car, and the days slipped by uneventfully.
He crossed the rich farmlands of eastern Pennsylvania where the ripe unharvested wheat was golden brown and the corn stood shoulder-high.