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Page 65 who was Willis's Okobojo chum and went up to the old farm. A bachelor by the name of Clarence Moon lived there. We spent the afternoon shooting the breeze and rolling a few cigarettes out of Moon's Tuxedo tobacco. As the afternoon wore on clouds began to gather in the north west until they became a menacing black and green. It was almost six o'clock so we started home. East of Okobojo are three small hills, well, actually they are more like dips in the road because the road had been graded and about six feet of dirt had been built up in the bottom the two of the ravines to make travel easier. We were just topping the last knoll when the rain hit. The model T stopped. I got out and foolishly tried to crank it. I was soaked before my feet touched the ground. I ran back and got in the front seat. Willis was driving and Geo. Lumley was in back. What happened in the next four or five seconds is a blank. I know what happened but I don't know how. I heard the windshield crash and there was a |