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The
old
man
’
s
tone
was
chilled
with
contempt
.
"
I
’
m
a
top
-
faller
.
Listen
,
punk
,
if
you
never
been
in
the
woods
,
that
don
’
t
mean
nothing
to
you
.
Damn
few
top
-
fallers
ever
get
to
be
my
age
.
I
’
ve
had
punks
like
you
damn
near
die
of
heart
failure
just
watchin
’
me
work
;
and
here
I
’
m
climbin
’
a
lousy
apple
tree
.
Me
take
charity
!
I
done
work
in
my
life
that
took
guts
.
I
been
ninety
foot
up
a
pole
and
had
the
butt
split
and
snap
my
safety
-
belt
.
I
worked
with
guys
that
got
swatted
to
pulp
with
a
limb
.
Me
take
charity
!
They
’
d
say
,
’
Dan
,
come
get
your
soup
,
’
and
I
’
d
sop
my
bread
in
my
soup
and
suck
the
soup
out
of
it
.
By
Christ
,
I
’
d
jump
out
of
an
apple
tree
and
break
my
neck
before
I
’
d
take
charity
.
I
’
m
a
top
-
faller
.
"
They
trudged
along
between
the
trees
.
Jim
took
off
his
hat
and
carried
it
in
his
hand
.
"
You
didn
’
t
get
anything
out
of
it
,
"
he
said
.
"
They
just
kicked
you
out
when
you
got
too
old
.
"
Dan
’
s
big
hand
found
Jim
’
s
arm
just
above
the
elbow
,
and
crushed
it
until
it
hurt
.
"
I
got
things
out
of
it
while
I
was
at
it
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
’
d
go
up
a
pole
,
and
I
’
d
know
that
the
boss
and
the
owner
of
the
timber
and
the
president
of
the
company
didn
’
t
have
the
guts
to
do
what
I
was
doing
.
It
was
me
.
I
’
d
look
down
on
ever
’
thing
from
up
there
.
And
ever
’
thing
looked
small
,
and
the
men
were
little
,
but
I
was
up
there
.
I
was
my
own
size
.
I
got
things
out
of
it
,
all
right
.
"
"
They
took
all
the
profits
from
your
work
,
"
Jim
said
.
"
They
got
rich
,
an
’
when
you
couldn
’
t
go
up
any
more
,
they
kicked
you
out
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Dan
,
"
they
did
that
,
all
right
.
I
guess
I
must
be
gettin
’
pretty
old
,
kid
.
I
don
’
t
give
a
damn
if
they
did
—
I
just
don
’
t
give
a
damn
.
"
Ahead
they
could
see
the
low
,
whitewashed
building
the
owners
set
aside
for
the
pickers
—
a
low
shed
nearly
fifty
yards
long
,
with
a
door
and
a
little
square
window
every
ten
feet
.
Through
some
of
the
open
doors
lamps
and
candles
could
be
seen
burning
.
Some
men
sat
in
the
doorways
and
looked
out
at
the
dusk
.
In
front
of
the
long
building
stood
a
faucet
where
a
clot
of
men
and
women
had
gathered
.
As
the
turn
of
each
came
,
he
cupped
his
hands
under
the
stream
and
threw
water
on
his
face
and
hair
and
rubbed
his
hands
together
for
a
moment
.
The
women
carried
cans
and
cooking
pots
to
fill
at
the
faucet
.
In
and
out
of
the
dark
doorways
children
swarmed
,
restless
as
rats
.
A
tired
,
soft
conversation
arose
from
the
group
.
Men
and
women
were
coming
back
,
men
from
the
orchard
,
women
from
the
sorting
and
packing
house
.
So
built
that
it
formed
a
short
angle
at
the
north
end
of
the
building
stood
the
orchard
’
s
store
,
brightly
lighted
now
.
Here
food
and
work
clothes
were
sold
on
credit
against
the
working
sheets
.
A
line
of
women
and
men
stood
waiting
to
get
in
,
and
another
line
came
out
carrying
canned
goods
and
loaves
of
bread
.
Jim
and
old
Dan
walked
up
to
the
building
.
"
There
’
s
the
kennel
,
"
Jim
said
.
"
It
wouldn
’
t
be
so
bad
if
you
had
a
woman
to
cook
for
you
.
"
Dan
said
,
"
Guess
I
’
ll
go
over
to
the
store
and
get
me
a
can
of
beans
.
These
damn
fools
pay
seventeen
cents
for
a
pound
of
canned
beans
.
Why
,
they
could
get
four
pounds
of
dried
beans
for
that
,
and
cooked
up
that
’
d
make
nearly
eight
pounds
.
"
Jim
asked
,
"
Why
don
’
t
you
do
that
,
Dan
?
"
"
I
ain
’
t
got
the
time
.
I
come
in
tired
an
’
I
want
to
eat
.
"
"
Well
,
what
time
have
the
others
got
?
Women
work
all
day
,
men
work
all
day
;
and
the
owner
charges
three
cents
extra
for
a
can
of
beans
because
the
men
are
too
damn
tired
to
go
into
town
for
groceries
.
"
