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Chapter 19
Iain’tnothief.
No?Youstoleabottleofmilkfromaporchnightbeforelast.An’youstolesomecopperwireandsolditforapieceofmeat.
Yeah,butthekidswashungry.
It’sstealin’,though.
KnowhowtheFairfiel’ranchwasgot?I’lltellya.Itwasallgov’mentlan’,an’couldbetookup.Ol’Fairfiel’,hewentintoSanFranciscotothebars,an’hegothimthreehunderdstewbums.Thembumstookupthelan’.Fairfiel’kep’’eminfoodan’whisky,an’thenwhenthey’dprovedthelan’,ol’Fairfiel’tookitfrom’em.Heusedtosaythelan’costhimapintofrotgutanacre.Wouldyousaythatwasstealin’?
Well,itwasn’tright,butheneverwenttojailforit.
No,heneverwenttojailforit.An’thefellathatputaboatinawagonan’madehisreportlikeitwasallunderwater’causehewentinaboat—heneverwenttojailneither.An’thefellasthatbribedcongressmenandthelegislaturesneverwenttojailneither.
AllovertheState,jabberingintheHoovervilles.
Andthentheraids—theswoopofarmeddeputiesonthesquatters’camps.Getout.DepartmentofHealthorders.Thiscampisamenacetohealth.
Wherewegonnago?
That’snoneofourbusiness.Wegotorderstogetyououtofhere.
Inhalfanhourwesetfiretothecamp.
They’styphoiddowntheline.Youwanttaspreaditallover?
Wegotorderstogetyououtofhere.Nowget!Inhalfanhourweburnthecamp.
