| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - He thanked her; she pointed at thedipper and rope; but already blueclad, red-faced soldiers were loweringthe bucket.Soldiers passed in the sunshine.She began to remember that herbrother, too, was a soldier, somewhere out in the world; he had beena soldier for nearly a week, ever-sinceJim Bemis had taken him to WillowCorners to enlist.
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