Chapter 29

Winter came  in the camp and the “gray clouds marched in from the ocean. The wind blew fiercely and silently, high in the air, and it swished in the brush, and it roared in the forests”.

 The water first quenched the earth’s thirst, but soon the earth was full. The water formed puddles around the camps. The streams became filled with raging waters, cutting out the roots of trees and spilling over fields, orchards, cotton fields, and highways.

 Camp under Rain 

Migrants’ despair intensifies during the long wet season, as they try to stay dry, as months go by without work, as children cry with hunger, and as sickness comes.

 Some of the men go to the relief offices, without success: “You got to be here a year before you can git relief”.

And boys and men started to beg for food, beg for relief, tried to steal, stole, lied. And the sheriffs swore new deputies and ordered new rifles because now pity for the migrants changed into fear.

 And the migrant women watched the men, as “fear went from their faces, and anger took its place.” “The break would never come as long as fear could turn to wrath”.

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