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Ever
’
time
one
of
us
kids
got
worms
or
a
gutache
Uncle
John
brings
a
doctor
out
.
Pa
finally
tol
’
him
he
got
to
stop
.
Kids
all
the
time
gettin
’
a
gutache
.
He
figures
it
’
s
his
fault
his
woman
died
.
Funny
fella
.
He
’
s
all
the
time
makin
’
it
up
to
somebody
—
givin
’
kids
stuff
,
droppin
’
a
sack
a
meal
on
somebody
’
s
porch
.
Give
away
about
ever
’
thing
he
got
,
an
’
still
he
ain
’
t
very
happy
.
Gets
walkin
’
around
alone
at
night
sometimes
.
He
’
s
a
good
farmer
,
though
.
Keeps
his
lan
’
nice
.
"
"
Poor
fella
,
"
said
the
preacher
,
"
Poor
lonely
fella
.
Did
he
go
to
church
much
when
his
woman
died
?
"
"
No
,
he
didn
’
.
Never
wanted
to
get
close
to
folks
.
Wanted
to
be
off
alone
.
I
never
seen
a
kid
that
wasn
’
t
crazy
about
him
.
He
’
d
come
to
our
house
in
the
night
sometimes
,
an
’
we
knowed
he
’
d
come
’
cause
jus
’
as
sure
as
he
come
there
’
d
be
a
pack
a
gum
in
the
bed
right
beside
ever
’
one
of
us
.
We
thought
he
was
Jesus
Christ
Awmighty
.
"
The
preacher
walked
along
,
head
down
.
He
didn
’
t
answer
.
And
the
light
of
the
coming
morning
made
his
forehead
seem
to
shine
,
and
his
hands
,
swinging
beside
him
,
flicked
into
the
light
and
out
again
.
Tom
was
silent
too
,
as
though
he
had
said
too
intimate
a
thing
and
was
ashamed
.
He
quickened
his
pace
and
the
preacher
kept
step
.
They
could
see
a
little
into
gray
distance
ahead
now
.
A
snake
wriggled
slowly
from
the
cotton
rows
into
the
road
.
Tom
stopped
short
of
it
and
peered
.
"
Gopher
snake
,
"
he
said
.
"
Let
him
go
.
"
They
walked
around
the
snake
and
went
on
their
way
.
A
little
color
came
into
the
eastern
sky
,
and
almost
immediately
the
lonely
dawn
light
crept
over
the
land
.
Green
appeared
on
the
cotton
plants
and
the
earth
was
gray
-
brown
.
The
faces
of
the
men
lost
their
grayish
shine
.
Joad
’
s
face
seemed
to
darken
with
the
growing
light
.
"
This
is
the
good
time
,
"
Joad
said
softly
.
"
When
I
was
a
kid
I
used
to
get
up
an
’
walk
around
by
myself
when
it
was
like
this
.
What
’
s
that
ahead
?
"
A
committee
of
dogs
had
met
in
the
road
,
in
honor
of
a
bitch
.
Five
males
,
shepherd
mongrels
,
collie
mongrels
,
dogs
whose
breeds
had
been
blurred
by
a
freedom
of
social
life
,
were
engaged
in
complimenting
the
bitch
.
For
each
dog
sniffed
daintily
and
then
stalked
to
a
cotton
plant
on
stiff
legs
,
raised
a
hind
foot
ceremoniously
and
wetted
,
then
went
back
to
smell
.
Joad
and
the
preacher
stopped
to
watch
,
and
suddenly
Joad
laughed
joyously
.
"
By
God
!
"
he
said
.
"
By
God
!
"
Now
all
dogs
met
and
hackles
rose
,
and
they
all
growled
and
stood
stiffly
,
each
waiting
for
the
others
to
start
a
fight
.
One
dog
mounted
and
,
now
that
it
was
accomplished
,
the
others
gave
way
and
watched
with
interest
,
and
their
tongues
were
out
,
and
their
tongues
dripped
.
The
two
men
walked
on
.
"
By
God
!
"
Joad
said
.
"
I
think
that
up
-
dog
is
our
Flash
.
I
thought
he
’
d
be
dead
.
Come
,
Flash
!
"
He
laughed
again
.
"
What
the
hell
,
if
somebody
called
me
,
I
wouldn
’
t
hear
him
neither
.
’
Minds
me
of
a
story
they
tell
about
Willy
Feeley
when
he
was
a
young
fella
.
Willy
was
bashful
,
awful
bashful
.
Well
,
one
day
he
takes
a
heifer
over
to
Graves
’
bull
.
Ever
’
body
was
out
but
Elsie
Graves
,
and
Elsie
wasn
’
t
bashful
at
all
.
Willy
,
he
stood
there
turnin
’
red
an
’
he
couldn
’
t
even
talk
.
Elsie
says
,
’
I
know
what
you
come
for
;
the
bull
’
s
out
in
back
a
the
barn
.
’
Well
,
they
took
the
heifer
out
there
an
’
Willy
an
’
Elsie
sat
on
the
fence
to
watch
.
Purty
soon
Willy
got
feelin
’
purty
fly
.
Elsie
looks
over
an
’
says
,
like
she
don
’
t
know
,
’
What
’
s
a
matter
,
Willy
?
’
Willy
’
s
so
randy
,
he
can
’
t
hardly
set
still
.
’
By
God
,
’
he
says
,
’
by
God
,
I
wisht
I
was
a
-
doin
’
that
!
’
Elsie
says
,
’
Why
not
,
Willy
?
It
’
s
your
heifer
.
’
"
The
preacher
laughed
softly
.
"
You
know
,
"
he
said
,
"
it
’
s
a
nice
thing
not
bein
’
a
preacher
no
more
.
Nobody
use
’
ta
tell
stories
when
I
was
there
,
or
if
they
did
I
couldn
’
laugh
.
An
’
I
couldn
’
cuss
.
Now
I
cuss
all
I
want
,
any
time
I
want
,
an
’
it
does
a
fella
good
to
cuss
if
he
wants
to
.
"
A
redness
grew
up
out
of
the
eastern
horizon
,
and
on
the
ground
birds
began
to
chirp
,
sharply
.
"
Look
!
"
said
Joad
.
"
Right
ahead
.
That
’
s
Uncle
John
’
s
tank
.
Can
’
t
see
the
win
’
mill
,
but
there
’
s
his
tank
.
See
it
against
the
sky
?
"
He
speeded
his
walk
.
"
I
wonder
if
all
the
folks
are
there
.
"
The
hulk
of
the
tank
stood
above
a
rise
.
Joad
,
hurrying
,
raised
a
cloud
of
dust
about
his
knees
.
"
I
wonder
if
Ma
—
"
They
saw
the
tank
legs
now
,
and
the
house
,
a
square
little
box
,
unpainted
and
bare
,
and
the
barn
,
low
-
roofed
and
huddled
.
Smoke
was
rising
from
the
tin
chimney
of
the
house
.
