\"As I Lay Dying\" Narration Excerpt
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excerpts from As I Lay Dying, written by William Faulkner. Darl Jewell and I come up from the field following the path and single file, although I am 15 ft ahead of him. Anyone watching us from the Cotton House can see Jules frayed and broken straw hat a full head above my own. The path runs straight as a plumb line, worn smooth by feet and baked brick hard by July, between the green rows of laid by cotton to the cotton house in the center of the field, where it turns and circles. The cotton house at four soft right angles and goes on across the field again, worn so by feet and fading precision. The cotton houses of rough logs from between, which the *** in has long fallen square with a broken roof set at a single pitch, it leans in empty and shimmering dilapidation in the sunlight, a single broad window and two opposite walls. Given unto the approach of the path. When we reach it, I turn and follow the path which circles the house. Jewell, 15 ft behind me, looking straight ahead, steps in a single stride through the window, still staring straight ahead, his paralyzed like would set into his wooden face, he crosses the floor and four strides with the rigid gravity of a cigar store, Indian dressed and patched overalls and N dude with life from the hips down and steps in a single stride, through the opposite window and into the path again. Just as I come around the corner in single file in 5 ft apart and Jewell now in front, we go on up the path toward the foot of the bluff Tolls wagon stands beside this spring hits to the rail. The rains rapped about this seat, Stanton in the wagon bed or two chairs. Jules stops at the sprig and takes the gorge from the willow branch and drinks. I pass him and mount the path, beginning to hear caches saw when I reached the top. He has quit Solon, standing in a litter of chips. He is fit in two of the boards. Together between the shadow spaces, they are yellow is gold like soft gold bearing on their flanks and smooth undulations. The marks of the ads blade a good carpenter caches. He holds the two planks on the trestle, fitted along the edges. In the quarter of the finished box, he kneels and squints along the edge of them. Then he lowers them and takes up the ads. A good carpenter, Addy bundling, cannot want a better one. A better box toe lie in it will give her confidence and comfort. I go on to the house, followed by the Chuck Chuck Chuck of the ads, Cora. So I saved out the eggs and begged yesterday, the cakes turned out right whale. We depend a lot on our chickens. They are good layers. What few we have left after the possums and such snakes to in the summer, a snake will break up a hand house quicker than anything. So after they were going to cost so much more than Mr Tolle thought and after, I promise that the difference in the number of eggs would make it up. I had to be more careful never because it was on my final say. So we took him. We could have stalked cheaper chickens, but I gave my promise as Miss Long Ringtone said, when she advised me to get a good breed. Because Mr told himself, admits that a good breed of cows or hogs pays in the long run. So when we lost so many of them, we couldn't afford to use the eggs ourselves because I could not have had Mr told chide me when it was on my say so we took them. So when Miss Longtan told me about the cakes, I thought that I could bake them and earn enough at one time to increase the net value of the flock the equivalent of two head, and that by saving the eggs out one at a time, even the eggs wouldn't be costing anything. In that week, they laid so well that not only saved out enough eggs above what we had engaged to sail to bake the cakes with, I had saved enough so that the flour and the sugar and the stove would would not be costing anything. So I begged yesterday, more careful than I had ever baked in my life, and the cakes turned out right. Well