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thoreau-walden_007_beanfield-1854	Thoreau	07 Beanfield	1854		.txt	text/plain	3940	136	71	There the sun lighted me to hoe beans, pacing slowly backward and forward over that yellow gravelly upland, between the long green rows, fifteen rods, the one end terminating in a shrub oak copse where I could rest in the shade, the other in a blackberry field where the green berries deepened their tints by the time I had made another bout. Removing the weeds, putting fresh soil about the bean stems, and encouraging this weed which I had sown, making the yellow soil express its summer thought in bean leaves and blossoms rather than in wormwood and piper and millet grass, making the earth say beans instead of grass-	cache/thoreau-walden_007_beanfield-1854.txt	txt/thoreau-walden_007_beanfield-1854.txt
