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By Root 3804 0

fix I’m in. I don’t know nothing else to do, except wait for Him to take notice. It don’t do me no good to try to beg snuff and rations, because ain’t nobody going to give it to me. I’ve tried all over this part of the country, but don’t nobody pay no attention to my requests. They say they ain’t got nothing neither, but I can’t see how that is. It don’t look like everybody ought to be poverty-ridden just because they live on the land instead of going to the mills. If I’ve been a sinful man, I don’t know what it is I’ve done. I don’t seem to remember anything I done powerful sinful. It didn’t used to be like it is now, either. I can recall a short time back when all the merchants in Fuller was tickled to give me credit, and I always had plenty of money to spend then, too. Cotton was selling upwards of thirty cents a pound, and nobody came around to collect debts. Then all of a sudden the merchants in Fuller wouldn’t let me have no more goods on time, and pretty soon the sheriff comes and takes away near about every durn piece of goods I possessed. He took every durn thing I had, excepting that old automobile and the cow. He said the cow wasn’t no good, because she wouldn’t take no freshening, and the automobile tires was all wore out.

“And now I can’t get no credit, I can’t hire out for pay, and nobody wants to take on share-croppers. If the good Lord don’t start bringing me help pretty soon, it will be too late to help me with my troubles.”

Jeeter paused to see if Lov were listening. Lov had his head turned in another direction. He was looking at Ellie May now. She had at last got him to give her some attention.

Ellie May was edging closer and closer to Lov. She was moving across the yard by raising her weight on her hands and feet and sliding herself over the hard white sand. She was smiling at Lov, and trying to make him take more notice of her. She could not wait any longer for him to come to her, so she was going to him. Her harelip was spread open across her upper teeth, making her mouth appear as though she had no upper lip at all. Men usually would have nothing to do with Ellie May; but she was eighteen now, and she was beginning to discover that it should be possible for her to get a man in spite of her appearance.

“Ellie May’s acting like your old hound used to do when he got the itch,” Dude said to Jeeter. “Look at her scrape her bottom on the sand. That old hound used to make the same kind of sound Ellie May’s making, too. It sounds just like a little pig squealing, don’t it?”

“By God and by Jesus, Lov, I want some good eating turnips,” Jeeter said. “I ain’t et nothing all winter but meal and fat-back, and I’m wanting turnips something powerful. All the ones I raised has got them damn-blasted green-gutted worms in them. Where’s you get them turnips at anyhow, Lov? Maybe we could make a trade of some kind or another. I always treated you fair and square. You ought to give them to me, seeing as I ain’t got none. I’ll go down to your house the first thing in the morning and tell Pearl she’s got to stop acting like she does. It’s a durn shame for a gal to do the way she’s treating you—I’ll tell her she’s got to let you have your rights with her. I never heard of a durn gal sleeping on a pallet on the floor when her husband has got a bed for her, nohow. Pearl won’t keep that up after I tell her about it. That ain’t no way to treat a man when he’s gone to the bother of marrying. It’s time she was knowing it, too. I’ll go down there the first thing in the morning and tell her to get in the bed.”

Lov was paying no attention to Jeeter now. He was watching Ellie May slide across the yard towards him. When she came a little closer, he reached in the sack and took out another turnip, and began taking big bites out of it. He did not bother to wipe the sand from it this time.

Ada shifted the snuff stick to the other side of her mouth again, and watched Ellie May and Lov with gaping jaw.

Dude stood watching Ellie May, too.

“Ellie May’s going to get herself full of sand if she don’t stop doing that,” Dude said. “Your