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The hill people and the Mexicans arrived on the same day. It was a Wednesday, early in September 1952. The cotton, however, was waist high to my father, almost over my head, and he and my grandfather could be heard before supper whispering words that were seldom heard. This title tells boy's journey from innocence to experience.
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