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Montrose looked up froear "Then you don't need me"
"Roll sound anyway and record my comments"
Suddenly the battalion of news correspondents came alive as someone shouted, "Here he comes!"
Fifty ca open and the President stepped onto the porch He was dressed in cowboy boots and a cotton shirt tucked into a pair of faded Levi's
Vice President Margolin followed hie Stetson te in conversation, the President gesturing anihtfully
"Go tight on the Vice President," Mayo ordered
"Have him," Mitchell responded
The sun was cli toward theover the reddish earth The President's farm swept away in all directions, mostly fields of hay and alfalfa, with a few pastures for his sreen in contrast to the barren areas, and watered by huge circular sprinkling systeation ditch, the land unfolded in flat solitude
How could a man who had spent most of his life in such desolation drive himself to influence billions of people? Mayo wondered
The omania of politicians the more he came to despise the their tunnel entrance by only a few inches Then he cleared his throat and began describing the scene into the microphone
Margolin turned and went back into the house The President, acting as though the press corps were still back in Washington, hiked to the barn without turning in their direction The exhaust of a diesel engine was soon heard and he reappeared seated on a green John Deere tractor, Model 2640, that was hooked to a hay mower There was a canopy and the President sat out in the open, a small transistor radio clipped to his belt and earphones cla questions at him, but it was obvious he couldn't hear them above the rap of the exhaust and music from the local FM station
He wrapped a red handkerchief over the lower part of his face, bandit style, to keep fro dust and exhaust fu blades and started cutting the field, driving back and forth in long roorking away fro the fence
After about twenty minutes the correspondents slowly packed away their equipment and returned to the air-conditioned comfort of their trailers and motor homes
"That's it," announced Mitchell "No more tape, unless you want me to reload"
"Forget it" Mayo wrapped the cord around the et out of this heat and see e've got"