And it goes to show that the boy has seen similar photographs before." This my father and mother denied.
"But it's different in the picture," I volunteered, while all the time my memory was busy reconstructing the photograph.

The general trend of the landscape and the line of the distant hills were the same.

The differences I noted aloud and pointed out with my finger.
"The houses was about right here, and there was more trees, lots of trees, and lots of grass, and lots of goats.

I can see 'em now, an' two boys drivin' 'em.

An' right here is a lot of men walkin' behind one man.
An' over there"-- I pointed to where I had placed my village--"is a lot of tramps.