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Chapter 19
Thetractorswhichthrowmenoutofwork,thebeltlineswhichcarryloads,themachineswhichproduce,allwereincreased;andmoreandmorefamiliesscamperedonthehighways,lookingforcrumbsfromthegreatholdings,lustingafterthelandbesidetheroads.Thegreatownersformedassociationsforprotectionandtheymettodiscusswaystointimidate,tokill,togas.Andalwaystheywereinfearofaprincipalthreehundredthousandiftheyevermoveunderaleadertheend.Threehundredthousand,hungryandmiserable;iftheyeverknowthemselves,thelandwillbetheirsandallthegas,alltheriflesintheworldwon’tstopthem.Andthegreatowners,whohadbecomethroughtheirholdingsbothmoreandlessthanmen,rantotheirdestruction,andusedeverymeansthatinthelongrunwoulddestroythem.Everylittlemeans,everyviolence,everyraidonaHooverville,everydeputyswaggeringthrougharaggedcampputoffthedayalittleandcementedtheinevitabilityoftheday.
Themensquattedontheirhams,sharp-facedmen,leanfromhungerandhardfromresistingit,sulleneyesandhardjaws.Andtherichlandwasaroundthem.
D’jahearaboutthekidinthefourthtentdown?
No,Ijus’comein.
Well,thatkid’sbeena-cryin’inhissleepan’a-rollin’inhissleep.Themfolksthoughthegotworms.Sotheygivehimablaster,an’hedied.Itwaswhattheycallblack-tonguethekidhad.Comesfromnotgettin’goodthingstoeat.
Poorlittlefella.
Yeah,butthemfolkscan’tburyhim.Gottogotothecountystoneorchard.
Well,hell.»
