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She won't last hardly at all. I knowed a fella never did git his bag paid out. Ever' job he got a new bag, an' ever' fiel' was done 'fore he got his weight. Try for God's sake ta save a little money! Winter's comin' fast. They ain't no work at all in California in the winter. Fill up the bag 'fore it's dark. I seen that fella put two clods in. Well, hell. Why not? I'm jus' balancin' the crooked scales. Now here's my book, three hunderd an' twelve poun's. Right! Jesus, he never argued! His scales mus' be crooked. Well, that's a nice day anyways.air jordan 11
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They say a thousan' men are on their way to this field. We'll be fightin' for a row tomorra. We'll be snatchin' cotton, quick. Cotton Pickers Wanted. More men picking, quicker to the gin. Now into the cotton camp. Side meat tonight, by God! We got money for side meat! Stick out a han' to the little fella, he's wore out. Run in ahead an' git us four poun' of side meat. The ol' woman'll make some nice biscuits tonight, ef she ain't too tired. Page 352 of 394 CHAPTER 28 THE BOXCARS, TWELVE of them, stood end to end on a little flat beside the stream. There were two rows of six each, the wheels removed. Up to the big sliding doors slatted planks ran for cat walks. They made good houses, water tight and draftless, room for twenty four families, one family in each end of each car.

[Diana]

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