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"
I
got
to
figure
,
"
the
tenant
said
.
"
We
all
got
to
figure
.
There
’
s
some
way
to
stop
this
.
It
’
s
not
like
lightning
or
earthquakes
.
We
’
ve
got
a
bad
thing
made
by
men
,
and
by
God
that
’
s
something
we
can
change
.
"
The
tenant
sat
in
his
doorway
,
and
the
driver
thundered
his
engine
and
started
off
,
tracks
falling
and
curving
,
harrows
combing
,
and
the
phalli
of
the
seeder
slipping
into
the
ground
.
Across
the
dooryard
the
tractor
cut
,
and
the
hard
,
foot
-
beaten
ground
was
seeded
field
,
and
the
tractor
cut
through
again
;
the
uncut
space
was
ten
feet
wide
.
And
back
he
came
The
iron
guard
bit
into
the
house
-
corner
,
crumbled
the
wall
,
and
wrenched
the
little
house
from
its
foundation
so
that
it
fell
sideways
,
crushed
like
a
bug
.
And
the
driver
was
goggled
and
a
rubber
mask
covered
his
nose
and
mouth
.
The
tractor
cut
a
straight
line
on
,
and
the
air
and
the
ground
vibrated
with
its
thunder
.
The
tenant
man
stared
after
it
,
his
rifle
in
his
hand
.
His
wife
was
beside
him
,
and
the
quiet
children
behind
.
And
all
of
them
stared
after
the
tractor
.
The
reverend
casy
and
young
Tom
stood
on
the
hill
and
looked
down
on
the
Joad
place
.
The
small
unpainted
house
was
mashed
at
one
corner
,
and
it
had
been
pushed
off
its
foundations
so
that
it
slumped
at
an
angle
,
its
blind
front
windows
pointing
at
a
spot
of
sky
well
above
the
horizon
.
The
fences
were
gone
and
the
cotton
grew
in
the
dooryard
and
up
against
the
house
,
and
the
cotton
was
about
the
shed
barn
.
The
outhouse
lay
on
its
side
,
and
the
cotton
grew
close
against
it
.
Where
the
dooryard
had
been
pounded
hard
by
the
bare
feet
of
children
and
by
stamping
horses
’
hooves
and
by
the
broad
wagon
wheels
,
it
was
cultivated
now
,
and
the
dark
green
,
dusty
cotton
grew
.
Young
Tom
stared
for
a
long
time
at
the
ragged
willow
beside
the
dry
horse
trough
,
at
the
concrete
base
where
the
pump
had
been
.
"
Jesus
!
"
he
said
at
last
.
"
Hell
musta
popped
here
.
There
ain
’
t
nobody
livin
’
there
.
"
At
last
he
moved
quickly
down
the
hill
,
and
Casy
followed
him
.
He
looked
into
the
barn
shed
,
deserted
,
a
little
ground
straw
on
the
floor
,
and
at
the
mule
stall
in
the
corner
.
And
as
he
looked
in
,
there
was
a
skittering
on
the
floor
and
a
family
of
mice
faded
in
under
the
straw
.
Joad
paused
at
the
entrance
to
the
tool
-
shed
leanto
,
and
no
tools
were
there
—
a
broken
plow
point
,
a
mess
of
hay
wire
in
the
corner
,
an
iron
wheel
from
a
hayrake
and
a
rat
-
gnawed
mule
collar
,
a
flat
gallon
oil
can
crusted
with
dirt
and
oil
,
and
a
pair
of
torn
overalls
hanging
on
a
nail
.
"
There
ain
’
t
nothin
’
left
,
"
said
Joad
.
"
We
had
pretty
nice
tools
.
There
ain
’
t
nothin
’
left
.
"
Casy
said
,
"
If
I
was
still
a
preacher
I
’
d
say
the
arm
of
the
Lord
had
struck
.
But
now
I
don
’
t
know
what
happened
.
I
been
away
.
I
didn
’
t
hear
nothin
’
.
"
They
walked
toward
the
concrete
well
-
cap
,
walked
through
cotton
plants
to
get
to
it
,
and
the
bolls
were
forming
on
the
cotton
,
and
the
land
was
cultivated
.
"
We
never
planted
here
,
"
Joad
said
.
"
We
always
kept
this
clear
.
Why
,
you
can
’
t
get
a
horse
in
now
without
he
tromps
the
cotton
.
"
They
paused
at
the
dry
watering
trough
,
and
the
proper
weeds
that
should
grow
under
a
trough
were
gone
and
the
old
thick
wood
of
the
trough
was
dry
and
cracked
.
On
the
well
-
cap
the
bolts
that
had
held
the
pump
stuck
up
,
their
threads
rusty
and
the
nuts
gone
.
Joad
looked
into
the
tube
of
the
well
and
listened
.
He
dropped
a
clod
down
the
well
and
listened
.
"
She
was
a
good
well
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
can
’
t
hear
water
.
"
He
seemed
reluctant
to
go
to
the
house
.
He
dropped
clod
after
clod
down
the
well
.
"
Maybe
they
’
re
all
dead
,
"
he
said
.
"
But
somebody
’
d
a
told
me
.
I
’
d
a
got
word
some
way
.
"
"
Maybe
they
left
a
letter
or
something
to
tell
in
the
house
.
Would
they
of
knowed
you
was
comin
’
out
?
"
"
I
don
’
know
,
"
said
Joad
.
"
No
,
I
guess
not
.
I
didn
’
t
know
myself
till
a
week
ago
.
"
"
Le
’
s
look
in
the
house
.
She
’
s
all
pushed
out
a
shape
.
Something
knocked
the
hell
out
of
her
.
"
They
walked
slowly
toward
the
sagging
house
.
Two
of
the
supports
of
the
porch
roof
were
pushed
out
so
that
the
roof
flopped
down
on
one
end
.
And
the
house
-
corner
was
crushed
in
.
Through
a
maze
of
splintered
wood
the
room
at
the
corner
was
visible
.
The
front
door
hung
open
inward
,
and
a
low
strong
gate
across
the
front
door
hung
outward
on
leather
hinges
.
