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The
sheriffs
swore
in
new
deputies
and
ordered
new
rifles
;
and
the
comfortable
people
in
tight
houses
felt
pity
at
first
and
then
distaste
,
and
finally
hatred
for
the
migrant
people
.
In
the
wet
hay
of
leaking
barns
babies
were
born
to
women
who
panted
with
pneumonia
.
And
old
people
curled
up
in
corners
and
died
that
way
,
so
that
the
coroners
could
not
straighten
them
.
At
night
,
the
frantic
men
walked
boldly
to
hen
roosts
and
carried
off
the
squawking
chickens
.
If
they
were
shot
at
,
they
did
not
run
,
but
splashed
sullenly
away
;
and
if
they
were
hit
,
they
sank
tiredly
in
the
mud
.
The
rain
stopped
.
On
the
fields
the
water
stood
,
reflecting
the
gray
sky
,
and
the
land
whispered
with
moving
water
.
And
the
men
came
out
of
the
barns
,
out
of
the
sheds
.
They
squatted
on
their
hams
and
looked
out
over
the
flooded
land
.
And
they
were
silent
.
And
sometimes
they
talked
very
quietly
.
No
work
till
spring
.
No
work
.
And
if
no
work
—
no
money
,
no
food
.
Fella
had
a
team
of
horses
,
had
to
use
’
em
to
plow
an
’
cultivate
an
’
mow
,
wouldn
’
think
a
turnin
’
’
em
out
to
starve
when
they
wasn
’
t
workin
’
.
Them
’
s
horses
—
we
’
re
men
.
The
women
watched
the
men
,
watched
to
see
whether
the
break
had
come
at
last
.
The
women
stood
silently
and
watched
.
And
where
a
number
of
men
gathered
together
,
the
fear
went
from
their
faces
,
and
anger
took
its
place
And
the
women
sighed
with
relief
,
for
they
knew
it
was
all
right
—
the
break
had
not
come
;
and
the
break
would
never
come
as
long
as
fear
could
turn
to
wrath
.
Tiny
points
of
grass
came
through
the
earth
,
and
in
a
few
days
the
hills
were
pale
green
with
the
beginning
year
.
In
the
boxcar
camp
the
water
stood
in
puddles
,
and
the
rain
splashed
in
the
mud
.
Gradually
the
little
stream
crept
up
the
bank
toward
the
low
flat
where
the
boxcars
stood
.
On
the
second
day
of
the
rain
Al
took
the
tarpaulin
down
from
the
middle
of
the
car
.
He
carried
it
out
and
spread
it
on
the
nose
of
the
truck
,
and
he
came
back
into
the
car
and
sat
down
on
his
mattress
.
Now
,
without
the
separation
,
the
two
families
in
the
car
were
one
.
The
men
sat
together
,
and
their
spirits
were
damp
.
Ma
kept
a
little
fire
going
in
the
stove
,
kept
a
few
twigs
burning
,
and
she
conserved
her
wood
.
The
rain
poured
down
on
the
nearly
flat
roof
of
the
boxcar
.
On
the
third
day
the
Wainwrights
grew
restless
.
«
Maybe
we
better
go
’
long
,
"
Mrs
.
Wainwright
said
.
And
Ma
tried
to
keep
them
.
«
Where
’
d
you
go
an
’
be
sure
of
a
tight
roof
?
»
«
I
dunno
,
but
I
got
a
feelin
’
we
oughta
go
along
.
»
They
argued
together
,
and
Ma
watched
Al
.
