Darl was different from those others

He knew without words.

 

Addie Bundren is dead.

Furious tide of despair.

 

New Hope. 3 mi

 

Mournful water, circumscribed desolation.

Addie Bundren is dead.

I could smell it.

 

It was a buzzard

Now there are ten of them

There must have been a dozen.

She wants Him to hide her away.

 

The flames sound like thunder

Fire, save me

The barn is still red. Jewel got her out.

 

2 mi. Nine days.

 

Jewel got her out.

We got it filled and covered. Nine days.

 

Our brother Darl in a cage.

Laughing, laughing, laughing

 

Darl was different from those others

What a luckless man.