The Grapes of Wrath(221)
“You can’t,” Ma said. “You’re too far along.”
“No, I ain’t. An’ I’m a-goin’.”
Ma measured coffee into the water. “Rosasharn, you wasn’t to the pancakes las’ night.” The girl didn’t answer. “What you wanta pick cotton for?” Still no answer. “Is it ’cause of Al an’ Aggie?” This time Ma looked closely at her daughter. “Oh. Well, you don’ need to pick.”
“I’m goin’.”
“Awright, but don’ you strain yourself.”
“Git up, Pa! Wake up, git up!”
Pa blinked and yawned. “Ain’t slep’ out,” he moaned. “Musta been on to eleven o’clock when we went down.”
“Come on, git up, all a you, an’ wash.”
The inhabitants of the car came slowly to life, squirmed up out of the blankets, writhed into their clothes. Ma sliced salt pork into her second frying pan. “Git out an’ wash,” she commanded.
A light sprang up in the other end of the car. And there came the sound of the breaking of twigs from the Wainwright end. “Mis’ Joad,” came the call. “We’re gettin’ ready. We’ll be ready.”
Al grumbled, “What we got to be up so early for?”
“It’s on’y twenty acres,” Ma said. “Got to get there. Ain’t much cotton lef ’. Got to be there ’fore she’s picked.” Ma rushed them dressed, rushed the breakfast into them. “Come on, drink your coffee,” she said. “Got to start.”
“We can’t pick no cotton in the dark, Ma.”
“We can be there when it gets light.”
“Maybe it’s wet.”
“Didn’ rain enough. Come on now, drink your coffee. Al, soon’s you’re through, better get the engine runnin’.”
She called, “You near ready, Mis’ Wainwright?”
“Jus’ eatin’. Be ready in a minute.”
Outside, the camp had come to life. Fires burned in front of the tents. The stovepipes from the boxcars spurted smoke.
Al tipped up his coffee and got a mouthful of grounds. He went down the cat-walk spitting them out.
“We’re awready, Mis’ Wainwright,” Ma called. She turned to Rose of Sharon. She said, “You got to stay.”
The girl set her jaw. “I’m a-goin’,” she said. “Ma, I got to go.”
“Well, you got no cotton sack. You can’t pull no sack.”
“I’ll pick into your sack.”
“I wisht you wouldn’.”
“I’m a-goin’.”
Ma sighed. “I’ll keep my eye on you. Wisht we could have a doctor.” Rose of Sharon moved nervously about the car. She put on a light coat and took it off. “Take a blanket,” Ma said. “Then if you wanta res’, you can keep warm.” They heard the truck motor roar up behind the boxcar. “We gonna be first out,” Ma said exultantly. “Awright, get your sacks. Ruthie, don’ you forget them shirts I fixed for you to pick in.”
Wainwrights and Joads climbed into the truck in the dark. The dawn was coming, but it was slow and pale.
“Turn lef’,” Ma told Al. “They’ll be a sign out where we’re goin’.” They drove along the dark road. And other cars followed them, and behind, in the camp, the cars were being started, the families piling in; and the cars pulled out on the highway and turned left.
A piece of cardboard was tied to a mailbox on the righthand side of the road, and on it, printed with blue crayon, “Cotton Pickers Wanted.” Al turned into the entrance and drove out to the barnyard. And the barnyard was full of cars already. An electric globe on the end of the white barn lighted a group of men and women standing near the scales, their bags rolled under their arms. Some of the women wore the bags over their shoulders and crossed in front.
“We ain’t so early as we thought,” said Al. He pulled the truck against a fence and parked. The families climbed down and went to join the waiting group, and more cars came in from the road and parked, and more families joined the group. Under the light on the barn end, the owner signed them in.
“Hawley?” he said. “H-a-w-l-e-y? How many?”
“Four. Will——”
“Will.”
“Benton——”
“Benton.”
“Amelia——”
“Amelia.”
“Claire——”
“Claire. Who’s next? Carpenter? How many?”
“Six.”
He wrote them in the book, with a space left for the weights. “Got your bags? I got a few. Cost you a dollar.” And the cars poured into the yard. The owner pulled his sheep-lined leather jacket up around his throat. He looked at the driveway apprehensively. “This twenty isn’t gonna take long to pick with all these people,” he said.