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up to go to a lumbercamp up the Snake River. They were sent up by the agency on a car ful of Swedes and Finns. Mac and Ike were the only ones who spoke English. When they got there they found the foreman so hardboiled and the grub so rotten and the bunkhouse so filthy that they lit out at the end of a couple of days, on the bum again. It was already cold in the Blue Mountains and they would have starved to death if they hadn't been able to beg food in the cook-houses of lumbercamps along the way. They hit the rail-road at Baker City, managed to beat their way back to Portland on freights. In Portland they couldn't find jobs because their clothes were so dirty, so they hiked south--77-ward along a big endless Oregon val ey ful of fruit-ranches, sleeping in barns and getting an occasional meal by cutting wood or doing chores around a ranch house. In Salem, Ike found that he had a dose and Mac

couldn't sleep nights worrying for fear he might have it too. They tried to go to a doctor in Salem. He was a big roundfaced man with a hearty laugh. When they said they didn't have any money he guessed it was al right and that they could do some chores to pay for the con-sultation, but when he heard it was a venereal disease he threw them out with a hot lecture on the wages of sin. They trudged along the road, hungry and footsore;

Ike had fever and it hurt him to walk. Neither of them said anything. Final y they got to a smal fruitshipping station where there were watertanks, on the main line of the Southern Pacific. There Ike said he couldn't walk any further, that they'd have to wait for a freight.

"Jesus Christ, jail 'ud be better than this."

"When you're outa luck in this man's country, you certainly are outa luck," said Mac and for some reason they both laughed.

Among the bushes back of the station they found an

old tramp boiling coffee in a tin can. He gave them some coffee and bread and baconrind and they told him their troubles. He said he was headed south for the winter and that the thing to cure it up was tea made out of cherry pits and stems. "But where the hel am I going to get cherry pits and stems?" Anyway he said not to worry, it was no worse than a bad cold. He was a cheerful old man with a face so grimed with dirt it looked like a brown leather mask. He was going to take a chance on a freight that stopped there to water a little after sundown. Mac dozed off to sleep while Ike and the old man talked. When he woke up Ike was yel ing at him and they were al running for the freight that had already started. In the dark Mac missed his footing and fel flat on the ties.

-78-He wrenched his knee and ground cinders into his nose and by the time he had got to his feet al he could see were the two lights on the end of the train fading into the November haze.

That was the last he saw of Ike Hal .

He got himself back on the road and limped along until he came to a ranch house. A dog barked at him and

worried his ankles but he was too down and out to care. Final y a stout woman came to the door and gave him some cold biscuits and applesauce and told him he could sleep in the barn if he gave her al his matches. He limped to the barn and snuggled into a pile of dry sweetgrass and went to sleep.

In the morning the rancher, a tal ruddy man named

Thomas, with a resonant voice, went over to the barn and offered him work for a few days at the price of his board and lodging. They were kind to him, and had a pretty daughter named Mona that he kinder fel in love with. She was a plump rosycheeked girl, strong as a boy and afraid of nothing. She punched him and wrestled with him; and, particularly after he'd gotten fattened up a little and rested, he could hardly sleep nights for think-ing of her. He lay in his bed of sweetgrass tel ing over the touch of her bare arm that rubbed along his when she handed him back the nozzle of the sprayer for the fruittrees, or was helping him pile up the pruned twigs to burn, and the roundness of her breasts and her breath sweet as a cow's on his neck when they romped and played tricks on each other