Chapter 12Ifthe mysterious being liked singing, he got an earful of it the nextmorning. We marched toward the next gate. Astrid started withanotherchores of ‘GaryOwen’, and I gavea rendition of Stephen Forster’s ‘BeautifulDreamer’, which Ihad often sung for Astrid. We trudged down the road. Since therewasno decent scenery, we provided our own entertainment.
The day was bright but not very hot. Iguessed the temperature was about 65 degrees, which is not badmarching weather. Or walking. I saw no reason to hurry.
“Have a song about corn?” Rab askedas we passed yet another field.
“Well, there’s Oklahoma where thecorn is as high as an elephant’s eye. I think that’s thelyric.”
We made a slight turn and smiled wherea deep blue lake appeared. The light wind rippled the waters. Smallwaves lappe
