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«
Yeah
,
"
Pa
said
.
«
He
give
us
the
straight
talk
,
awright
.
»
Ma
brushed
her
hair
back
with
her
hand
.
Her
jaw
tightened
.
«
We
got
to
git
,
"
she
said
.
«
We
got
to
find
a
place
to
stay
.
We
got
to
get
work
an
’
settle
down
.
No
use
a
-
lettin
’
the
little
fellas
go
hungry
.
That
wasn
’
t
never
Granma
’
s
way
.
She
always
et
a
good
meal
at
a
funeral
.
»
«
Where
we
goin
’
?
»
Tom
asked
.
Pa
raised
his
hat
and
scratched
among
his
hair
.
«
Camp
,
"
he
said
.
«
We
ain
’
t
gonna
spen
’
what
little
’
s
lef
’
till
we
get
work
.
Drive
out
in
the
country
.
»
Tom
started
the
car
and
they
rolled
through
the
streets
and
out
toward
the
country
.
And
by
a
bridge
they
saw
a
collection
of
tents
and
shacks
.
Tom
said
,
«
Might
’
s
well
stop
here
.
Find
out
what
’
s
doin
’
,
an
’
where
at
the
work
is
.
»
He
drove
down
a
steep
dirt
incline
and
parked
on
the
edge
of
the
encampment
.
There
was
no
order
in
the
camp
;
little
gray
tents
,
shacks
,
cars
were
scattered
about
at
random
.
The
first
house
was
nondescript
.
The
south
wall
was
made
of
three
sheets
of
rusty
corrugated
iron
,
the
east
wall
a
square
of
moldy
carpet
tacked
between
two
boards
,
the
north
wall
a
strip
of
roofing
paper
and
a
strip
of
tattered
canvas
,
and
the
west
wall
six
pieces
of
gunny
sacking
.
Over
the
square
frame
,
on
untrimmed
willow
limbs
,
grass
had
been
piled
,
not
thatched
,
but
heaped
up
in
a
low
mound
.
The
entrance
,
on
the
gunnysack
side
,
was
cluttered
with
equipment
.
A
five
-
gallon
kerosene
can
served
for
a
stove
.
It
was
laid
on
its
side
,
with
a
section
of
rusty
stovepipe
thrust
in
one
end
.
A
wash
boiler
rested
on
its
side
against
the
wall
;
and
a
collection
of
boxes
lay
about
,
boxes
to
sit
on
,
to
eat
on
.
A
Model
T
Ford
sedan
and
a
two
-
wheel
trailer
were
parked
beside
the
shack
,
and
about
the
camp
there
hung
a
slovenly
despair
.
Next
to
the
shack
there
was
a
little
tent
,
gray
with
weathering
,
but
neatly
,
properly
set
up
;
and
the
boxes
in
front
of
it
were
placed
against
the
tent
wall
.
A
stovepipe
stuck
out
of
the
door
flap
,
and
the
dirt
in
front
of
the
tent
had
been
swept
and
sprinkled
.
A
bucketful
of
soaking
clothes
stood
on
a
box
.
The
camp
was
neat
and
sturdy
.
A
Model
A
roadster
and
a
little
home
-
made
bed
trailer
stood
beside
the
tent
.
And
next
there
was
a
huge
tent
,
ragged
,
torn
in
strips
and
the
tears
mended
with
pieces
of
wire
.
The
flaps
were
up
,
and
inside
four
wide
mattresses
lay
on
the
ground
.
A
clothes
line
strung
along
the
side
bore
pink
cotton
dresses
and
several
pairs
of
overalls
.
There
were
forty
tents
and
shacks
,
and
beside
each
habitation
some
kind
of
automobile
.
Far
down
the
line
a
few
children
stood
and
stared
at
the
newly
arrived
truck
,
and
they
moved
toward
it
,
little
boys
in
overalls
and
bare
feet
,
their
hair
gray
with
dust
.
Tom
stopped
the
truck
and
looked
at
Pa
.
«
She
ain
’
t
very
purty
,
"
he
said
.
«
Want
to
go
somewheres
else
?
»
