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Chapter 4
Wedidn’treallyneednofencethere,butwehadthewire,an’Pakindalikedherthere.Saiditgivehimafeelin’thatfortywasforty.Wouldn’tofhadthefenceifUncleJohndidn’tcomedrivin’inonenightwithsixspoolsofwireinhiswagon.Hegive’emtoPaforashoat.Weneverdidknowwherehegotthatwire."Theyslowedfortherise,movingtheirfeetinthedeepsoftdust,feelingtheearthwiththeirfeet.Joad’seyeswereinwardonhismemory.Heseemedtobelaughinginsidehimself."UncleJohnwasacrazybastard,"hesaid."Likewhathedonewiththatshoat."Hechuckledandwalkedon.
JimCasywaitedimpatiently.Thestorydidnotcontinue.Casygaveitagoodlongtimetocomeout."Well,what’dhedowiththatshoat?"hedemandedatlast,withsomeirritation.
"Huh?Oh!Well,hekilledthatshoatrightthere,an’hegotMatolightupthestove.Hecutoutporkchopsan’put’eminthepan,an’heputribsan’alegintheoven.Heetchopstilltheribswasdone,an’heetribstillthelegwasdone.An’thenhetoreintothatleg.Cutoffbighunksofheran’shoved’eminhismouth.Uskidshungaroundslaverin’,an’hegiveussome,buthewouldn’tgivePanone.Byan’byheetsomuchhethrowedupan’wenttosleep.Whilehe’sasleepuskidsan’Pafinishedofftheleg.Well,whenUncleJohnwokeupinthemornin’heslapsanotherlegintheoven.
