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…found under roots of low dry scrub bushes.  We never ventured to the other side of these hills in fear of wolves.  On the village side of the canal the land sloped very gently to the village and beyond it to the river bed.  On the slopes nearest the canal spread the vineyards, mile up[on] mile.  In my old country the vines grew in zig-zag earth mounts close to the ground and the grapes are most delicious.  I remember when in hot summer months when the grapes were ripening we used to search for & pluck the ripest bunches [core] them in the tiny streamlet that bubbled by every vineyard, and glut ourselves.

I remember the busy happy harvest time when the grapes are gathered.  Some are spread out to dry into raisins & sultanas, others are crushed in huge troughs by bare-footed children, and the gigantic earthen vats into which the juice is poured and [sealed] to make wine.

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