"He said it was the darndest country he ever saw."
There was no help for it. I had to abandon the well and go out through the never-ceasing down-pour and seek shelter and a decent meal. On my way to the store I met another farmer, and we had this interchange of talk:
"Can you put me up for the night?"
"No."
"Can you make me up a meal?"
"No."
"I'll pay you for it. You can have a quarter or so for a hot meal."
"We've just had our supper, and the women are doing other things now. There is a place on top of the hill."
A mile farther on I came to a General Store. It was locked up, and as I stared into the window the owner eyed me from a house over the way.
He came out, looking at me apprehensively.