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Show 23 Green mountains, .glacial green waterfalls- But no one was looking up. And I didn't either, for long. I moved with the crowd, around tents and campfires to the main street of town called Broadway. The loudest music I had ever heard came surging from that makeshift tar paper street. Loud enough to wake the dead, Pa would say. On the corner of Broadway, a gypsy organ grinder was cranking out a tune and singing: When you hear dem-a bells go ding ling ling, All join ' round, and sweetly you must sing, And -when the verse am through, In the chorus all join in, There'll be a hot time in the old town tonight! His little monkey jumped up on his shoulder to avoid being trampled, and held out a tin cup hopefully. Suddenly a bullet whizzed past my head, through the cup, and into a wall behind. The frightened monkey dropped the cup and covered his eyes. The crowd laughed hideously, then sang along with the organ grinder: |