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"
No
more
half
-
bucks
rollin
’
down
the
road
,
I
guess
,
"
Tom
said
.
The
chair
legs
hit
the
floor
.
"
Don
’
t
you
go
a
-
sassin
’
me
.
I
’
member
you
.
You
’
re
one
of
these
here
troublemakers
.
"
"
Damn
right
,
"
said
Tom
.
"
I
’
m
bolshevisky
.
"
"
They
’
s
too
damn
many
of
you
kinda
guys
aroun
’
.
"
Tom
laughed
as
they
went
out
the
gate
and
climbed
into
the
Dodge
.
He
picked
up
a
clod
and
threw
it
at
the
light
.
They
heard
it
hit
the
house
and
saw
the
proprietor
spring
to
his
feet
and
peer
into
the
darkness
.
Tom
started
the
car
and
pulled
into
the
road
.
And
he
listened
closely
to
the
motor
as
it
turned
over
,
listened
for
knocks
.
The
road
spread
dimly
under
the
weak
lights
of
the
car
.
The
cars
of
the
migrant
people
crawled
out
of
the
side
roads
onto
the
great
cross
-
country
highway
,
and
they
took
the
migrant
way
to
the
West
.
In
the
daylight
they
scuttled
like
bugs
to
the
westward
;
and
as
the
dark
caught
them
,
they
clustered
like
bugs
near
to
shelter
and
to
water
.
And
because
they
were
lonely
and
perplexed
,
because
they
had
all
come
from
a
place
of
sadness
and
worry
and
defeat
,
and
because
they
were
all
going
to
a
new
mysterious
place
,
they
huddled
together
;
they
talked
together
;
they
shared
their
lives
,
their
food
,
and
the
things
they
hoped
for
in
the
new
country
.
Thus
it
might
be
that
one
family
camped
near
a
spring
,
and
another
camped
for
the
spring
and
for
company
,
and
a
third
because
two
families
had
pioneered
the
place
and
found
it
good
.
And
when
the
sun
went
down
,
perhaps
twenty
families
and
twenty
cars
were
there
.
In
the
evening
a
strange
thing
happened
:
the
twenty
families
became
one
family
,
the
children
were
the
children
of
all
.
The
loss
of
home
became
one
loss
,
and
the
golden
time
in
the
West
was
one
dream
.
And
it
might
be
that
a
sick
child
threw
despair
into
the
hearts
of
twenty
families
,
of
a
hundred
people
;
that
a
birth
there
in
a
tent
kept
a
hundred
people
quiet
and
awestruck
through
the
night
and
filled
a
hundred
people
with
the
birth
-
joy
in
the
morning
.
A
family
which
the
night
before
had
been
lost
and
fearful
might
search
its
goods
to
find
a
present
for
a
new
baby
.
In
the
evening
,
sitting
about
the
fires
,
the
twenty
were
one
.
They
grew
to
be
units
of
the
camps
,
units
of
the
evenings
and
the
nights
.
A
guitar
unwrapped
from
a
blanket
and
tuned
—
and
the
songs
,
which
were
all
of
the
people
,
were
sung
in
the
nights
.
Men
sang
the
words
,
and
women
hummed
the
tunes
.
Every
night
a
world
created
,
complete
with
furniture
—
friends
made
and
enemies
established
;
a
world
complete
with
braggarts
and
with
cowards
,
with
quiet
men
,
with
humble
men
,
with
kindly
men
.
Every
night
relationships
that
make
a
world
,
established
;
and
every
morning
the
world
torn
down
like
a
circus
.
At
first
the
families
were
timid
in
the
building
and
tumbling
worlds
,
but
gradually
the
technique
of
building
worlds
became
their
technique
.
Then
leaders
emerged
,
then
laws
were
made
,
then
codes
came
into
being
.
And
as
the
worlds
moved
westward
they
were
more
complete
and
better
furnished
,
for
their
builders
were
more
experienced
in
building
them
.
The
families
learned
what
rights
must
be
observed
—
the
right
of
privacy
in
the
tent
;
the
right
to
keep
the
past
black
hidden
in
the
heart
;
the
right
to
talk
and
to
listen
;
the
right
to
refuse
help
or
to
accept
,
to
offer
help
or
to
decline
it
;
the
right
of
son
to
court
and
daughter
to
be
courted
;
the
right
of
the
hungry
to
be
fed
;
the
rights
of
the
pregnant
and
the
sick
to
transcend
all
other
rights
.
