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"
Well
,
what
you
going
to
do
about
it
?
"
The
question
seemed
to
let
air
out
of
the
old
man
.
His
anger
disappeared
.
His
eyes
grew
puzzled
and
a
little
frightened
.
"
Christ
only
knows
,
"
he
said
.
"
We
just
take
it
,
that
’
s
all
.
We
move
about
the
country
like
a
bunch
of
hogs
and
get
beat
on
the
ass
by
a
college
boy
.
"
"
It
’
s
not
his
fault
,
"
said
Jim
.
"
He
’
s
just
got
a
job
.
If
he
’
s
going
to
keep
the
job
,
he
’
s
got
to
do
it
.
"
The
old
man
reached
for
another
cluster
of
apples
,
picked
them
with
little
twisting
lifts
and
put
each
one
carefully
into
his
bucket
.
"
When
I
was
a
young
man
,
I
used
to
think
somethin
’
could
be
done
,
"
he
said
,
"
but
I
’
m
seventy
-
one
.
"
His
voice
was
tired
.
A
truck
went
by
,
carrying
off
the
filled
boxes
.
The
old
man
continued
,
"
I
was
in
the
north
woods
when
the
Wobblies
was
raising
hell
.
I
’
m
a
top
-
faller
,
a
damn
good
one
.
Maybe
you
noticed
how
I
take
to
a
tree
at
my
age
.
Well
,
I
had
hopes
then
.
’
Course
the
Wobblies
done
some
good
,
used
to
be
there
was
no
crappers
but
a
hole
in
the
ground
,
and
no
place
to
take
a
bath
.
The
meat
used
to
spoil
.
Well
,
them
Wobblies
made
’
em
put
in
toilets
and
showers
;
but
,
hell
,
it
all
went
to
pieces
.
"
His
hand
went
up
automatically
for
more
apples
.
"
I
joined
unions
,
"
he
said
.
"
We
’
d
elect
a
president
and
first
thing
we
knowed
,
he
’
d
be
kissing
the
ass
of
the
superintendent
,
and
then
he
’
d
sell
us
out
.
We
’
d
pay
dues
,
and
the
treasurer
’
d
run
out
on
us
.
I
don
’
know
.
Maybe
you
young
squirts
can
figure
something
out
.
We
done
what
we
could
.
"
"
You
all
ready
to
give
up
?
"
Jim
asked
,
glancing
at
him
again
.
The
old
man
squatted
down
on
his
limb
and
held
himself
there
with
one
big
skinny
hand
.
"
I
got
feelings
in
my
skin
,
"
he
said
.
"
You
may
think
I
’
m
a
crazy
old
coot
;
them
other
things
was
planned
;
nothing
come
of
’
em
;
but
I
got
feelings
in
my
skin
.
"
"
What
kind
of
feelings
?
"
"
It
’
s
hard
to
say
,
kid
.
You
know
quite
a
bit
before
water
boils
,
it
gets
to
heavin
’
around
?
That
’
s
the
kind
of
feeling
I
got
.
I
been
with
workin
’
stiffs
all
my
life
.
There
ain
’
t
a
plan
in
this
at
all
.
It
’
s
just
like
that
water
heavin
’
before
it
boils
.
"
His
eyes
were
dim
,
seeing
nothing
.
His
head
rose
up
so
that
two
strings
of
skin
tautened
between
his
chin
and
his
throat
.
"
Maybe
there
’
s
been
too
much
goin
’
hungry
;
maybe
too
many
bosses
’
ve
kicked
hell
out
of
the
men
.
I
dunno
.
I
just
feel
it
in
my
skin
.
"
