Chapter 14 THE FORAGERS

"Miss Douglas, them week-enders done cl'ared the coop. Thain't nary chicken lef' standin' on a laig. Looks like these here Hungarians don't think no mo' of 'vourin' a chicken than a turkey does of gobblin' up a grasshopper."

"All of them gone, Oscar?"

"Yas'm! Thain't hide or har of them lef'. If I hadn't er wrung they necks myself, I would er