ABSTRACT
He had a bent back, but must have been tall before age caused him to shrivel like the shelf of over-ripe apples which I noticed in his barn. Since he first wielded a long-handled hoe he had seen spring come more than seventy times to the thirty acres of land he tilled north of Warsaw, felt the hot suns of summer beating down on his head, and watched those same fields surrender their soil to the grip of the northern winter.
