A Day No Pigs Would Die
Strong hands were touching my legs now, and then my ribs. I tried to say something about not being in school. Somebody had some warm water and washed my face with it. The water had lilac in it, and smelled right restful.
"We're beholding to you, Benjamin Tanner," said Papa, "for fetching him home. Whatever he done, I'll make it right." (2.8)
You just smell like hard work. (2.91-92)
"As to the work, what matters is that we have the back to do it. Some days I get the notion that I can't knife even one more of Clay Sander's pigs. Yet I always do, 'cause it's got to be done. It's my mission."
"Papa, is that the mission they preach on at Meeting?"
"It is. And every man must face his own mission. Mine is pigs." (4.107-109)