all the time. Migratory peopleâlike migratory birds, you know.â
âNever heard of âem,â said Papa.
âNever heard oâ them bluebirds and redbirds and robins that go up north in summer and come south in winter?â laughed the man.
âOh, shore!â said Papa. âMigratory! Migrants! So thatâs us, on the go all the time. What did you say we should do?â
âYouâll have to git your own quarters,â said the man, âand donât expect nothing fancy. I tell you what you doâgo down to the next corner, turn right and keep going till you get out on the south side of town. Thereâs a drainage canal there, and a bunch oâ white folksâmigrants like youâlivinâ on the bank. Theyâll help you get fixed up.â
Papa thanked the man and followed his directions.
The town was full of large warehouses and loading platforms. Along the main streets were two-story business buildings, restaurants, general stores and recreation places. Then came residences, boarding houses and good and bad cottages of every description. At last they found the drainage canal.
It was like a little town in itself, all stretched in a line on the high canal bank. The houses were jammed close together, and they were all kindsâtents, trailers, tar-paper shacks, hovels of galvanized tin, and packing-box housesâall out in the bright, broiling sun. The only shade came from scattered clumps of banana trees and rank-growing castor-bean plants.
Papa got permission to camp on the canal bank at a dollar a week ground rent. He found an empty place between two other shacks, where he set up the tent and unpacked the trailer. Then he went off to town to inquire about a job.
âNot much green stuff for Missy to eat,â said Judy, unloading the goat and staking her on the slope. She looked at the water hyacinths and cattails choking the canal.
âGood place to fish,â said Joe Bob. He lost no time in rigging up a fish line and digging worms for bait.
âOh, you got a sewing-machine!â said a strange voice. A woman put her head out of a small window in the tar-paper shack next door. âWhere you folks from anyway?â
âAlabama,â said Judy. Mama came out of the tent.
âMy nameâs Harmon, Edie Harmon,â said the neighbor.
âIâm Calla Drummond,â said Mama, and she told her childrenâs names.
âWeâre from California and from Michigan before that,â laughed Mrs. Harmon. âBut theyâre all alikeâthese dumps. After a while you get so you donât feel youâre human any more. You get so dirtyâââ
âWhereâs the water?â asked Mama.
Mrs. Harmon pointed. âDown in the canalâitâs water drained off from the lake.â
âYou use that to wash with?â asked Mama.
âSure, and to drink too.â
âThat dirty water?â
âDrinkinâ canal water hasnât killed nobody yet that I know of,â said Mrs. Harmon. âI was squeamish, too, just like you, when I first started out. But after a while you get used to it and it ainât so bad. The kids like itâmy kids has a mighty good time here. Thereâs rabbits to run and plenty oâ catfish in the canals, and thereâs always dried beans to scrape out from under the plants if you know what fields ainât been picked over but once or twice.â
âHere, Judy,â called Mama. âGo down and dip us up some oâ that water.â
âMy land! Iâm sure glad you got a sewinâ machine,â said Mrs. Harmon. âI been needinâ to mend my old manâs overalls for a long time, and I can do it so much faster on the machine. You folksâll like it here.â
Judy took the water bucket and went down the canal bank to fill it. It was good to get out of the sound of the womanâs voice. She sat down and sunk her
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