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«
Sure
,
"
Pa
said
.
«
You
can
go
.
Go
on
.
Nobody
’
s
stoppin
’
you
.
They
’
s
only
eight
shovels
.
»
He
hurried
to
the
lower
part
of
the
bank
and
drove
his
shovel
into
the
mud
.
The
shovelful
lifted
with
a
sucking
sound
.
He
drove
it
again
,
and
threw
the
mud
into
the
low
place
on
the
stream
bank
.
And
beside
him
the
other
men
ranged
themselves
.
They
heaped
the
mud
up
in
a
long
embankment
,
and
those
who
had
no
shovels
cut
live
willow
whips
and
wove
them
in
a
mat
and
kicked
them
into
the
bank
.
Over
the
men
came
a
fury
of
work
,
a
fury
of
battle
.
When
one
man
dropped
the
shovel
,
another
took
it
up
.
They
had
shed
their
coats
and
hats
.
Their
shirts
and
trousers
clung
tightly
to
their
bodies
,
their
shoes
were
shapeless
blobs
of
mud
.
A
shrill
scream
came
from
the
Joad
car
.
The
men
stopped
,
listened
uneasily
,
and
then
plunged
to
work
again
.
And
the
little
levee
of
earth
extended
until
it
connected
with
the
highway
embankment
on
either
end
.
They
were
tired
now
,
and
the
shovels
moved
more
slowly
.
And
the
stream
rose
slowly
.
It
edged
above
the
place
where
the
first
dirt
had
been
thrown
.
Pa
laughed
in
triumph
.
«
She
’
d
come
over
if
we
hadn
’
a
built
up
!
»
he
cried
.
The
stream
rose
slowly
up
the
side
of
the
new
wall
,
and
tore
at
the
willow
mat
.
«
Higher
!
»
Pa
cried
.
«
We
got
to
git
her
higher
!
»
The
evening
came
,
and
the
work
went
on
.
And
now
the
men
were
beyond
weariness
.
Their
faces
were
set
and
dead
.
They
worked
jerkily
,
like
machines
.
When
it
was
dark
the
women
set
lanterns
in
the
car
doors
,
and
kept
pots
of
coffee
handy
.
And
the
women
ran
one
by
one
to
the
Joad
car
and
wedged
themselves
inside
.
The
pains
were
coming
close
now
,
twenty
minutes
apart
.
And
Rose
of
Sharon
had
lost
her
restraint
.
She
screamed
fiercely
under
the
fierce
pains
.
And
the
neighbor
women
looked
at
her
and
patted
her
gently
and
went
back
to
their
own
cars
.
Ma
had
a
good
fire
going
now
,
and
all
her
utensils
,
filled
with
water
,
sat
on
the
stove
to
heat
.
Every
little
while
Pa
looked
in
the
car
door
.
«
All
right
?
»
he
asked
.
«
Yeah
!
I
think
so
,
"
Ma
assured
him
.
As
it
grew
dark
,
someone
brought
out
a
flashlight
to
work
by
.
Uncle
John
plunged
on
,
throwing
mud
on
top
of
the
wall
.
«
You
take
it
easy
,
"
Pa
said
.
«
You
’
ll
kill
yaself
.
»
