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A MILD ATTACK OF LOCUST
Look, look they are!
Out ran Margarete to join them, looking at the hills
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They all
stood and gazed
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There they came
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The house-boy ran off to the
store to collect tin cans, any old bit of metal
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Soon they had all come up to the house,
and Richard and old Stephen were giving them
orders……… Hurry, hurry, hurry
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Piles of wood and grass had been prepared there
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They were throwing wet leaves on the fire now, to
make it acrid and black
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Now there was a long, low cloud advancing
rust color still swelling forward and out as she
looked
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Neighbors quick,
quick, there come the locusts
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Quick get your fires
started; for of course while every farmer hoped the
locusts would overlook his farm and go on the next,
it was only fair to warn each other: one must play
fair, everywhere fifty miles over the countryside
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Margret answered the telephone calls, and
between calls she stood watching the locusts
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A strange darkness for the sun
was blazing
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The sunlight
comes down distorted a thick hot orange
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The locusts were coming fast
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Behind the reddish veils in front,
which were the advance guards of the swarm the
main swarm showed in dense black cloud, reaching
almost to the sun itself
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She did not know
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We’re finished Margret, finished! Those beggars can
eat every leaf and blade off the farm in half and
hour! And it is only early afternoon…
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And then; get the kettle going
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Looking out, all the trees were queer and still,
clotted with insects their boughs weighted to the
ground
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So thick was the swarm
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Then came a sharp crack from the bush
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Then another, A tree
down the slops leaned over and settled heavily to
the ground
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All the crops finished
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They are heavy with
eggs
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If we can stop the main body settling on our farm,
that’s everything
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He picked a stray locust off his shirt and split down
with his thumbnail
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Imagine that multiplied by millions
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Is it very bad? Asked Margret fearfully, and the old
man said emphatically
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The swarm
may pass over, but once they’ve started, they’ll be
coming down from the north now one after
another
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It might
go on for two or three years
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What’s here is bad enough, isn’t it? For
although the evening air was no longer black and

thick, but a clear blue, with a pattern of insects
whizzing this way and that across it, everything elsetrees, buildings, bushes, earth-was gone under the
moving brown masses
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Everything was to be replanted with a bit of
luck another swarm would not come travelling
down just this way
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As for Margret she was trying to get used to the
idea of three or four years of Locusts
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Always
imminent
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It
could have been worse, was what they said
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