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- aching work, with the sun fiercely shining overhead,
and plenty of angry words when the amount picked wasn't as much as my mother-in-law thought it ought to be.
In the autumn and winter I learned to wind the cotton, and then to work at the loom, weaving the coarse white cloth of which our garments were made. This, with making shoes and cooking rice, was my chief work; and though I suffered much I dared not complain—for I was like the dumb man eating wormwood, unable to utter my misery.
