See the child. He is pale and thin, he wears a thin and ragged linen shirt. He has a little hoe in his hand, and he is not used to it, for he grasps it with his fingers spread wide. But he is scratching at the earth like a wild thing, and he regards neither you nor me. He is pulling some roots out of the ground; but I don’t know what they are. I think they are roots of the wild artichoke.
ROOTS OF THE WILD ARTICHOKE
ROOTS OF THE WILD ARTICHOKE
ROOTS OF THE WILD ARTICHOKE
See the child. He is pale and thin, he wears a thin and ragged linen shirt. He has a little hoe in his hand, and he is not used to it, for he grasps it with his fingers spread wide. But he is scratching at the earth like a wild thing, and he regards neither you nor me. He is pulling some roots out of the ground; but I don’t know what they are. I think they are roots of the wild artichoke.