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Show page 43 I 'tTT1-h- is is .a new show, son," said Granpa. "This particular carnival a i n ' t never been in our town before." " I t ' s from a faraway land, I b e t , " I said, in youthful enthusiasm, t h i s many years ago. Only my hand was in touch with Granpa. My heart xvas in the game t e n t s , on the shelves xvith the kex-Tpie dolls and scarves and bright satin pillox^s and flaming red blankets. I was riding the Ferris wheel. Then, in the next instance, I was up with the strange figures on the billowing canvases, being welcomed inside the show t e n t s x^ithout admission price at a l l . I was very imaginative, nearly carried away. "Inside each tent is the thing shox7ed," Granpa explained, seeing my x,7onder. "This c a r n i v a l ' s from a faraway land for sure," I said. "Ain't too d i f f e r e n t , " Granpa grunted, "unless a man could x-7in one of them colorful prizes." "You got plenty colorful prizes, Granpa," I said, thinking of Granpa's house and the years he had been coming to carnival. "Nothing of real great value," Granpa said d r i l y . "Must need a secret formula, like my salve formula, to win." Granpa was referring to the swamproot salve he made and sold around town, to folks with itch and other delicate,unpublicized ailments. "These shavings feel good to my feet, Granpa, ahnost like dried sx^eetgum leaves." "You're 'bout old enough for shoes," he said, quickly, his mouth agape nox^. Granpa was looking at a platform of beautiful Egyptian>tfahcTng- g r r i s. |