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"
Well
,
ya
see
—
I
on
’
y
got
’
bout
thirty
dollars
lef
’
,
an
’
I
won
’
t
be
no
burden
.
"
Ma
said
,
"
You
won
’
t
be
no
burden
.
Each
’
ll
help
each
,
an
’
we
’
ll
all
git
to
California
.
Sairy
Wilson
he
’
ped
lay
Grampa
out
,
"
and
she
stopped
.
The
relationship
was
plain
.
Al
cried
,
"
That
car
’
ll
take
six
easy
.
Say
me
to
drive
,
an
’
Rosasharn
an
’
Connie
and
Granma
.
Then
we
take
the
big
light
stuff
an
’
pile
her
on
the
truck
.
An
’
we
’
ll
trade
off
ever
’
so
often
.
"
He
spoke
loudly
,
for
a
load
of
worry
was
lifted
from
him
.
They
smiled
shyly
and
looked
down
at
the
ground
.
Pa
fingered
the
dusty
earth
with
his
fingertips
.
He
said
,
"
Ma
favors
a
white
house
with
oranges
growin
’
around
.
They
’
s
a
big
pitcher
on
a
calendar
she
seen
.
"
Sairy
said
,
"
If
I
get
sick
again
,
you
got
to
go
on
an
’
get
there
.
We
ain
’
t
a
-
goin
’
to
burden
.
"
Ma
looked
carefully
at
Sairy
,
and
she
seemed
to
see
for
the
first
time
the
pain
-
tormented
eyes
and
the
face
that
was
haunted
and
shrinking
with
pain
.
And
Ma
said
,
"
We
gonna
see
you
get
through
.
You
said
yourself
,
you
can
’
t
let
help
go
unwanted
.
"
She
studied
her
wrinkled
hands
in
the
firelight
.
"
We
got
to
get
some
sleep
tonight
.
"
She
stood
up
.
"
Grampa
—
it
’
s
like
he
’
s
dead
a
year
,
"
Ma
said
.
The
families
moved
lazily
to
their
sleep
,
yawning
luxuriously
.
Ma
sloshed
the
tin
plates
off
a
little
and
rubbed
the
grease
free
with
a
flour
sack
.
The
fire
died
down
and
the
stars
descended
.
Few
passenger
cars
went
by
on
the
highway
now
,
but
the
transport
trucks
thundered
by
at
intervals
and
put
little
earthquakes
in
the
ground
.
In
the
ditch
the
cars
were
hardly
visible
under
the
starlight
.
A
tied
dog
howled
at
the
service
station
down
the
road
.
The
families
were
quiet
and
sleeping
,
and
the
field
mice
grew
bold
and
scampered
about
among
the
mattresses
.
Only
Sairy
Wilson
was
awake
.
She
stared
into
the
sky
and
braced
her
body
firmly
against
pain
.
The
western
land
,
nervous
under
the
beginning
change
.
The
Western
States
,
nervous
as
horses
before
a
thunder
storm
.
The
great
owners
,
nervous
,
sensing
a
change
,
knowing
nothing
of
the
nature
of
the
change
.
The
great
owners
,
striking
at
the
immediate
thing
,
the
widening
government
,
the
growing
labor
unity
;
striking
at
new
taxes
,
at
plans
;
not
knowing
these
things
are
results
,
not
causes
.
Results
,
not
causes
;
results
,
not
causes
.
The
causes
lie
deep
and
simple
—
the
causes
are
a
hunger
in
a
stomach
,
multiplied
a
million
times
;
a
hunger
in
a
single
soul
,
hunger
for
joy
and
some
security
,
multiplied
a
million
times
;
muscles
and
mind
aching
to
grow
,
to
work
,
to
create
,
multiplied
a
million
times
.
The
last
clear
definite
function
of
manmuscles
aching
to
work
,
minds
aching
to
create
beyond
the
single
needthis
is
man
.
To
build
a
wall
,
to
build
a
house
,
a
dam
,
and
in
the
wall
and
house
and
dam
to
put
something
of
Manself
,
and
to
Manself
take
back
something
of
the
wall
,
the
house
,
the
dam
;
to
take
hard
muscles
from
the
lifting
,
to
take
the
clear
lines
and
form
from
conceiving
.
For
man
,
unlike
any
other
thing
organic
or
inorganic
in
the
universe
,
grows
beyond
his
work
,
walks
up
the
stairs
of
his
concepts
,
emerges
ahead
of
his
accomplishments
.
This
you
may
say
of
man
—
when
theories
change
and
crash
,
when
schools
,
philosophies
,
when
narrow
dark
alleys
of
thought
,
national
,
religious
,
economic
,
grow
and
disintegrate
,
man
reaches
,
stumbles
forward
,
painfully
,
mistakenly
sometimes
.
Having
stepped
forward
,
he
may
slip
back
,
but
only
half
a
step
,
never
the
full
step
back
.
