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We
been
saved
.
We
won
’
t
sin
no
more
.
Wisht
I
knowed
what
all
the
sins
was
,
so
I
could
do
’
em
.
The
migrant
people
looked
humbly
for
pleasure
on
the
roads
.
On
saturday
morning
the
wash
tubs
were
crowded
.
The
women
washed
dresses
,
pink
ginghams
and
flowered
cottons
,
and
they
hung
them
in
the
sun
and
stretched
the
cloth
to
smooth
it
.
When
afternoon
came
the
whole
camp
quickened
and
the
people
grew
excited
.
The
children
caught
the
fever
and
were
more
noisy
than
usual
.
About
mid
-
afternoon
child
bathing
began
,
and
as
each
child
was
caught
,
subdued
,
and
washed
,
the
noise
on
the
playground
gradually
subsided
.
Before
five
,
the
children
were
scrubbed
and
warned
about
getting
dirty
again
;
and
they
walked
about
,
stiff
in
clean
clothes
,
miserable
with
carefulness
.
At
the
big
open
-
air
dance
platform
a
committee
was
busy
.
Every
bit
of
electric
wire
had
been
requisitioned
.
The
city
dump
had
been
visited
for
wire
,
every
tool
box
had
contributed
friction
tape
.
And
now
the
patched
,
spliced
wire
was
strung
out
to
the
dance
floor
,
with
bottle
necks
as
insulators
.
This
night
the
floor
would
be
lighted
for
the
first
time
.
By
six
o
’
clock
the
men
were
back
from
work
or
from
looking
for
work
,
and
a
new
wave
of
bathing
started
.
By
seven
,
dinners
were
over
,
men
had
on
their
best
clothes
:
freshly
washed
overalls
,
clean
blue
shirts
,
sometimes
the
decent
blacks
.
The
girls
were
ready
in
their
print
dresses
,
stretched
and
clean
,
their
hair
braided
and
ribboned
.
The
worried
women
watched
the
families
and
cleaned
up
the
evening
dishes
.
On
the
platform
the
string
band
practiced
,
surrounded
by
a
double
wall
of
children
.
The
people
were
intent
and
excited
.
In
the
tent
of
Ezra
Huston
,
chairman
,
the
Central
Committee
of
five
men
went
into
meeting
.
Huston
,
a
tall
spare
man
,
wind
-
blackened
,
with
eyes
like
little
blades
,
spoke
to
his
committee
,
one
man
from
each
sanitary
unit
.
«
It
’
s
goddamn
lucky
we
got
the
word
they
was
gonna
try
to
bust
up
the
dance
!
»
he
said
.
The
tubby
little
representative
from
Unit
Three
spoke
up
.
«
I
think
we
oughta
squash
the
hell
out
of
em
,
an
’
show
’
em
.
»
«
No
,
"
said
Huston
.
«
That
’
s
what
they
want
.
No
,
sir
.
If
they
can
git
a
fight
goin
’
,
then
they
can
run
in
the
cops
an
’
say
we
ain
’
t
orderly
.
They
tried
it
before
—
other
places
.
»
He
turned
to
the
sad
dark
boy
from
Unit
Two
.
«
Got
the
fellas
together
to
go
roun
’
the
fences
an
’
see
nobody
sneaks
in
?
»
The
sad
boy
nodded
.
«
Yeah
!
Twelve
.
Tol
’
’
em
not
to
hit
nobody
.
Jes
’
push
’
em
out
ag
’
in
.
»
Huston
said
,
«
Will
you
go
out
an
’
find
Willie
Eaton
?
He
’
s
chairman
a
the
entertainment
,
ain
’
t
he
?
»
