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"
Well
,
chop
out
a
hunk
a
that
.
"
The
cars
whizzed
viciously
by
on
66
.
Joads
and
Wilsons
crawled
westward
as
a
unit
:
El
Reno
and
Bridgeport
,
Clinton
,
Elk
City
,
Sayre
,
and
Texola
.
There
’
s
the
border
,
and
Oklahoma
was
behind
.
And
this
day
the
cars
crawled
on
and
on
,
through
the
Panhandle
of
Texas
.
Shamrock
and
Alanreed
,
Groom
and
Yarnell
.
They
went
through
Amarillo
in
the
evening
,
drove
too
long
,
and
camped
when
it
was
dusk
.
They
were
tired
and
dusty
and
hot
.
Granma
had
convulsions
from
the
heat
,
and
she
was
weak
when
they
stopped
.
That
night
Al
stole
a
fence
rail
and
made
a
ridge
pole
on
the
truck
,
braced
at
both
ends
.
That
night
they
ate
nothing
but
pan
biscuits
,
cold
and
hard
,
held
over
from
breakfast
.
They
flopped
down
on
the
mattresses
and
slept
in
their
clothes
.
The
Wilsons
didn
’
t
even
put
up
their
tent
.
Joads
and
Wilsons
were
in
flight
across
the
Panhandle
,
the
rolling
gray
country
,
lined
and
cut
with
old
flood
scars
.
They
were
in
flight
out
of
Oklahoma
and
across
Texas
.
The
land
turtles
crawled
through
the
dust
and
the
sun
whipped
the
earth
,
and
in
the
evening
the
heat
went
out
of
the
sky
and
the
earth
sent
up
a
wave
of
heat
from
itself
.
Two
days
the
families
were
in
flight
,
but
on
the
third
the
land
was
too
huge
for
them
and
they
settled
into
a
new
technique
of
living
;
the
highway
became
their
home
and
movement
their
medium
of
expression
.
Little
by
little
they
settled
into
the
new
life
.
Ruthie
and
Winfield
first
,
then
Al
,
then
Connie
and
Rose
of
Sharon
,
and
,
last
,
the
older
ones
.
The
land
rolled
like
great
stationary
ground
swells
.
Wildorado
and
Vega
and
Boise
and
Glenrio
.
That
’
s
the
end
of
Texas
.
New
Mexico
and
the
mountains
.
In
the
far
distance
,
waved
up
against
the
sky
,
the
mountains
stood
.
And
the
wheels
of
the
cars
creaked
around
,
and
the
engines
were
hot
,
and
the
steam
spurted
around
the
radiator
caps
.
They
crawled
to
the
Pecos
river
,
and
crossed
at
Santa
Rosa
.
And
they
went
on
for
twenty
miles
.
Al
Joad
drove
the
touring
car
,
and
his
mother
sat
beside
him
,
and
Rose
of
Sharon
beside
her
.
Ahead
the
truck
crawled
.
The
hot
air
folded
in
waves
over
the
land
,
and
the
mountains
shivered
in
the
heat
.
Al
drove
listlessly
,
hunched
back
in
the
seat
,
his
hand
hooked
easily
over
the
cross
-
bar
of
the
steering
wheel
;
his
gray
hat
,
peaked
and
pulled
to
an
incredibly
cocky
shape
,
was
low
over
one
eye
;
and
as
he
drove
,
he
turned
and
spat
out
the
side
now
and
then
.
Ma
,
beside
him
,
had
folded
her
hands
in
her
lap
,
had
retired
into
a
resistance
against
weariness
.
She
sat
loosely
,
letting
the
movement
of
the
car
sway
her
body
and
her
head
.
She
squinted
her
eyes
ahead
at
the
mountains
.
Rose
of
Sharon
was
braced
against
the
movement
of
the
car
,
her
feet
pushed
tight
against
the
floor
,
and
her
right
elbow
hooked
over
the
door
.
And
her
plump
face
was
tight
against
the
movement
,
and
her
head
jiggled
sharply
because
her
neck
muscles
were
tight
.
She
tried
to
arch
her
whole
body
as
a
rigid
container
to
preserve
her
fetus
from
shock
.
She
turned
her
head
toward
her
mother
.
