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Well
,
hell
.
Why
not
?
I
’
m
jus
’
balancin
’
the
crooked
scales
.
Now
here
’
s
my
book
,
three
hunderd
an
’
twelve
poun
’
s
.
Right
!
Jesus
,
he
never
argued
!
His
scales
mus
’
be
crooked
.
Well
,
that
’
s
a
nice
day
anyways
.
They
say
a
thousan
’
men
are
on
their
way
to
this
field
.
We
’
ll
be
fightin
’
for
a
row
tomorra
.
We
’
ll
be
snatchin
’
cotton
,
quick
.
Cotton
Pickers
Wanted
.
More
men
picking
,
quicker
to
the
gin
.
Now
into
the
cotton
camp
.
Side
-
meat
tonight
,
by
God
!
We
got
money
for
side
-
meat
!
Stick
out
a
han
’
to
the
little
fella
,
he
’
s
wore
out
.
Run
in
ahead
an
’
git
us
four
poun
’
of
side
-
meat
.
The
ol
’
woman
’
ll
make
some
nice
biscuits
tonight
,
ef
she
ain
’
t
too
tired
.
The
boxcars
,
twelve
of
them
,
stood
end
to
end
on
a
little
flat
beside
the
stream
.
There
were
two
rows
of
six
each
,
the
wheels
removed
.
Up
to
the
big
sliding
doors
slatted
planks
ran
for
cat
-
walks
.
They
made
good
houses
,
water
-
tight
and
draftless
,
room
for
twenty
-
four
families
,
one
family
in
each
end
of
each
car
.
No
windows
,
but
the
wide
doors
stood
open
.
In
some
of
the
cars
a
canvas
hung
down
in
the
center
of
the
car
,
while
in
others
only
the
position
of
the
door
made
the
boundary
.
The
Joads
had
one
end
of
an
end
car
.
Some
previous
occupant
had
fitted
up
an
oil
can
with
a
stovepipe
,
had
made
a
hole
in
the
wall
for
the
stovepipe
.
Even
with
the
wide
door
open
,
it
was
dark
in
the
ends
of
the
car
.
Ma
hung
the
tarpaulin
across
the
middle
of
the
car
.
«
It
’
s
nice
,
"
she
said
.
«
It
’
s
almost
nicer
than
anything
we
had
’
cept
the
gov
’
ment
camp
.
»
Each
night
she
unrolled
the
mattresses
on
the
floor
,
and
each
morning
rolled
them
up
again
.
And
every
day
they
went
into
the
fields
and
picked
the
cotton
,
and
every
night
they
had
meat
.
On
a
Saturday
they
drove
into
Tulare
,
and
they
bought
a
tin
stove
and
new
overalls
for
Al
and
Pa
and
Winfield
and
Uncle
John
,
and
they
bought
a
dress
for
Ma
and
gave
Ma
’
s
best
dress
to
Rose
of
Sharon
.
«
She
’
s
so
big
,
"
Ma
said
.
«
Jus
’
a
waste
of
good
money
to
get
her
a
new
dress
now
.
»
The
Joads
had
been
lucky
.
They
got
in
early
enough
to
have
a
place
in
the
boxcars
.
Now
the
tents
of
the
late
-
comers
filled
the
little
flat
,
and
those
who
had
the
boxcars
were
old
-
timers
,
and
in
a
way
aristocrats
.
The
narrow
stream
slipped
by
,
out
of
the
willows
,
and
back
into
the
willows
again
.
From
each
car
a
hard
-
beaten
path
went
down
to
the
stream
.
Between
the
cars
the
clothes
lines
hung
,
and
every
day
the
lines
were
covered
with
drying
clothes
.
In
the
evening
they
walked
back
from
the
fields
,
carrying
their
folded
cotton
bags
under
their
arms
.
They
went
into
the
store
which
stood
at
the
crossroads
,
and
there
were
many
pickers
in
the
store
,
buying
their
supplies
.
«
How
much
today
?
»
