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At
about
ten
o
’
clock
in
the
morning
the
sun
threw
a
bright
dust
-
laden
bar
through
one
of
the
side
windows
,
and
in
and
out
of
the
beam
flies
shot
like
rushing
stars
.
The
wooden
latch
raised
.
The
door
opened
and
a
tall
,
stoop
-
shouldered
old
man
came
in
.
He
was
dressed
in
blue
jeans
and
he
carried
a
big
push
-
broom
in
his
left
hand
.
Behind
him
came
George
,
and
behind
George
,
Lennie
.
«
The
boss
was
expectin
’
you
last
night
,
"
the
old
man
said
.
«
He
was
sore
as
hell
when
you
wasn
’
t
here
to
go
out
this
morning
.
»
He
pointed
with
his
right
arm
,
and
out
of
the
sleeve
came
a
round
stick
-
like
wrist
,
but
no
hand
.
«
You
can
have
them
two
beds
there
,
"
he
said
,
indicating
two
bunks
near
the
stove
.
George
stepped
over
and
threw
his
blankets
down
on
the
burlap
sack
of
straw
that
was
a
mattress
.
He
looked
into
his
box
shelf
and
then
picked
a
small
yellow
can
from
it
.
«
Say
.
What
the
hell
’
s
this
?
»
«
I
don
’
t
know
,
"
said
the
old
man
.
«
Says
‘
positively
kills
lice
,
roaches
and
other
scourges
.
’
What
the
hell
kind
of
bed
you
giving
us
,
anyways
.
We
don
’
t
want
no
pants
rabbits
.
»
The
old
swamper
shifted
his
broom
and
held
it
between
his
elbow
and
his
side
while
he
held
out
his
hand
for
the
can
.
He
studied
the
label
carefully
.
«
Tell
you
what
—
"
he
said
finally
,
«
last
guy
that
had
this
bed
was
a
blacksmith
—
hell
of
a
nice
fella
and
as
clean
a
guy
as
you
want
to
meet
.
Used
to
wash
his
hands
even
after
he
ate
.
»
«
Then
how
come
he
got
graybacks
?
»
George
was
working
up
a
slow
anger
.
Lennie
put
his
bindle
on
the
neighboring
bunk
and
sat
down
.
He
watched
George
with
open
mouth
.
«
Tell
you
what
,
"
said
the
old
swamper
.
«
This
here
blacksmith
—
name
of
Whitey
—
was
the
kind
of
guy
that
would
put
that
stuff
around
even
if
there
wasn
’
t
no
bugs
—
just
to
make
sure
,
see
?
Tell
you
what
he
used
to
do
—
At
meals
he
’
d
peel
his
boil
’
potatoes
,
an
’
he
’
d
take
out
ever
’
little
spot
,
no
matter
what
kind
,
before
he
’
d
eat
it
.
And
if
there
was
a
red
splotch
on
an
egg
,
he
’
d
scrape
it
off
.
Finally
quit
about
the
food
.
That
’
s
the
kinda
guy
he
was
—
clean
.
Used
ta
dress
up
Sundays
even
when
he
wasn
’
t
going
no
place
,
put
on
a
necktie
even
,
and
then
set
in
the
bunk
house
.
»
«
I
ain
’
t
so
sure
,
"
said
George
skeptically
.
«
What
did
you
say
he
quit
for
?
»
