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           Paspokegenerallytothecircle."It’sdirthardforfolkstotearupan’go.Folkslikeusthathadourplace.Weain’tshif’less.Tillwegottractoredoff,wewaspeoplewithafarm."

           Ayoungthinman,witheyebrowssunburnedyellow,turnedhisheadslowly."Croppin’?"heasked.

           "Surewewassharecroppin’.Use’taowntheplace."

           Theyoungmanfacedforwardagain."Sameasus,"hesaid.

           "Luckyforusitain’tgonnalas’long,"saidPa."We’llgetoutwestan’we’llgetworkan’we’llgetapieceagrowin’landwithwater."

           Neartheedgeoftheporcharaggedmanstood.Hisblackcoatdrippedtornstreamers.Thekneesweregonefromhisdungarees.Hisfacewasblackwithdust,andlinedwheresweathadwashedthrough.HeswunghisheadtowardPa."Youfolksmusthaveanicelittlepotamoney."

           "No,weain’tgotnomoney,"Pasaid."Butthey’splentyofustowork,an’we’reallgoodmen.Getgoodwagesouttherean’we’llput’emtogether.We’llmakeout."

           TheraggedmanstaredwhilePaspoke,andthenhelaughed,andhislaughterturnedtoahighwhinnyinggiggle.Thecircleoffacesturnedtohim.Thegigglinggotoutofcontrolandturnedintocoughing.Hiseyeswereredandwateringwhenhefinallycontrolledthespasms."Yougoin’outthere—oh,Christ!"Thegigglingstartedagain."Yougoin’outan’get—goodwages—oh,Christ!"Hestoppedandsaidslyly,"Pickin’orangesmaybe?Gonnapickpeaches?"

           Pa’stonewasdignified."Wegonnatakewhattheygot.