If op ttling on our farm, t’s everyt a co lay to en flat er on.” ray locust off    and split it do ted inside    multiplied by millions. You ever seen a he maro? ell, you’re lucky.”

        Margaret t an adult s on ts alterened, like driving rain. Old Step t’s something.”

        “Is it very bad?” asked Margaret fearfully, and tically, “e’re finis oarted, ter anot mighree or four years.”

        Margaret sat do’s t’s t noo go back to to at took a quick look at Stepy years in try and been bankrupt to mouted up a locust t    itself someo , and    in t trengteel spring in told t good- ting locusts, squass, yelling at locusts, and s mounds into to burn, ook to t out to join its fello; all at once, s irrationally c    t time in t their final and irremediable ruin.

        “Get me a drink, lass,” Step a bottle of whiskey by him.

        In time, t Margaret,    in ting storm of is, banging ts g all over o let toucep    suitably    as s o ter tep took a good look at y self—ed. No to letting locusts settle on ime.

        ossed doo ttle, ening bros.

        Five o’clock. t in a rees ening brown.

        Margaret began to cry. It    a bad season, it s; if it    locusts, it    fires. Alling of t armies    in a storm. tide; it s, submerged by t seemed as if t sink in u of t give in u ting so dark. t t be setting. ts, s old Steps. All of ts. topped. Margaret could    tle of myriads of wings.

        ts and came in.

        “ell,” said Riche main swarm has gone over.”

        “For t angrily, still ’s    it?” For alt a clear blue, tern of is , everytrees, buildings, bushe moving brown masses.

        “If it doesn’t rain in t aep doesn’t rain and    sunrise.”

        “e’re bound to    not t’s something.”

        Margaret roused ended s been g, acs oo exed to move. S to to rest.

        S listening. t one maize pla, s o ting mac t ts    start all ain.

        , Margaret o be cra seold o defeat t    all time, patrolling to    tcs—trencc. t ed every farmer to cooperate in a ing t attack locusts at t. talking as if t listened, amazed.

        In t, it ,    tled outside, except t sometimes a brancree could be heard crashing down.

        Margaret slept badly, in to yelloo tepood, outside, gazing doounded—aranced, muc    looked as if every tree, every bus s o free t deinged gold light everywhere.

        S out to join tepping carefully among ts. tood and che sky was blue—blue and clear.

        “Pretty,” said old Stepisfa.

        ell, t Margaret, , but not everyone    army fanning t dawn.

        Over tance, a faint red smear s teph.”

        And norees, from ts aking    maneuvering for takeoff as tried to see if t. A reddiseam    darkened.

        And as tted bra on tening, t but tree trunks. No green—notc up—as t to mass ender mealie plants, ark and bare. A devastated landscape—no green, no green anywhere.

        By midday, t flopped doing tins.

        “Ever eaten sun-dried locust, Margaret?” asked old Step time ty years ago s for t bad at all—rato t.”

        But Margaret preferred not even to t.

        After t off to to be replanted. it of luck, anot e travelling do t t    some le    a blade of grass left on t, srying to get used to ts. Locusts o be like t. S like a survivor after a ated and mangled tryside    ruin—hen was ruin?

        But te tites.

        “It could    t could be much worse.” ?
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