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3、eight-thirty,I'mwonderingwhatit'sgoingtobelikeintheafternoon.Inthewindarepungentodorsfromthemarshesbytheroad.WeareinanareaoftheCentralPlainsfilledwiththousandsofduckhuntingsloughs,headingnorthwestfromMinneapolistowardtheDakotas.Thishighwayisanoldconcretetwo-lanert

4、hathasn'thadmuchtrafficsinceafour-lanerwentinparalleltoitseveralyearsago.Whenwepassamarshtheairsuddenlybecomescooler.Then,whenwearepast,itsuddenlywarmsupagain.I'mhappytoberidingbackintothiscountry.Itisakindofnowhere,famousfornothingatallandhasanappealbecauseofjust

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6、ngedblackbird.IwhackChris'skneeandpointtoit.``What!''hehollers.``Blackbird!''HesayssomethingIdon'thear.``What?''Ihollerback.Hegrabsthebackofmyhelmetandhollersup,``I'veseenlotsofthose,Dad!''``Oh!''Ihollerback.ThenInod.Atageelevenyoudon'tgetveryimpressedwithred-wing

7、edblackbirds.3Youhavetogetolderforthat.Formethisisallmixedwithmemoriesthathedoesn'thave.Coldmorningslongagowhenthemarshgrasshadturnedbrownandcattailswerewavinginthenorthwestwind.Thepungentsmellthenwasfrommuckstirredupbyhipbootswhileweweregettinginpositionforthesun

8、tocomeupandtheduckseasontoopen.OrwinterswhenthesloughswerefrozenoveranddeadandIcouldwalkacrosstheiceandsnowbetweenthedeadcattailsandseenothingbutgreyski