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The Grapes of Wrath
To
the
red
country
and
part
of
the
gray
country
of
Oklahoma
,
the
last
rains
came
gently
,
and
they
did
not
cut
the
scarred
earth
.
The
plows
crossed
and
recrossed
the
rivulet
marks
.
The
last
rains
lifted
the
corn
quickly
and
scattered
weed
colonies
and
grass
along
the
sides
of
the
roads
so
that
the
gray
country
and
the
dark
red
country
began
to
disappear
under
a
green
cover
.
In
the
last
part
of
May
the
sky
grew
pale
and
the
clouds
that
had
hung
in
high
puffs
for
so
long
in
the
spring
were
dissipated
.
The
sun
flared
down
on
the
growing
corn
day
after
day
until
a
line
of
brown
spread
along
the
edge
of
each
green
bayonet
.
The
clouds
appeared
,
and
went
away
,
and
in
a
while
they
did
not
try
any
more
.
The
weeds
grew
darker
green
to
protect
themselves
,
and
they
did
not
spread
any
more
.
The
surface
of
the
earth
crusted
,
a
thin
hard
crust
,
and
as
the
sky
became
pale
,
so
the
earth
became
pale
,
pink
in
the
red
country
and
white
in
the
gray
country
.
In
the
water
-
cut
gullies
the
earth
dusted
down
in
dry
little
streams
.
Gophers
and
ant
lions
started
small
avalanches
.
And
as
the
sharp
sun
struck
day
after
day
,
the
leaves
of
the
young
corn
became
less
stiff
and
erect
;
they
bent
in
a
curve
at
first
,
and
then
,
as
the
central
ribs
of
strength
grew
weak
,
each
leaf
tilted
downward
.
Then
it
was
June
,
and
the
sun
shone
more
fiercely
.
The
brown
lines
on
the
corn
leaves
widened
and
moved
in
on
the
central
ribs
.
The
weeds
frayed
and
edged
back
toward
their
roots
.
The
air
was
thin
and
the
sky
more
pale
;
and
every
day
the
earth
paled
.
In
the
roads
where
the
teams
moved
,
where
the
wheels
milled
the
ground
and
the
hooves
of
the
horses
beat
the
ground
,
the
dirt
crust
broke
and
the
dust
formed
.
Every
moving
thing
lifted
the
dust
into
the
air
:
a
walking
man
lifted
a
thin
layer
as
high
as
his
waist
,
and
a
wagon
lifted
the
dust
as
high
as
the
fence
tops
,
and
an
automobile
boiled
a
cloud
behind
it
.
The
dust
was
long
in
settling
back
again
.
When
June
was
half
gone
,
the
big
clouds
moved
up
out
of
Texas
and
the
Gulf
,
high
heavy
clouds
,
rainheads
.
The
men
in
the
fields
looked
up
at
the
clouds
and
sniffed
at
them
and
held
wet
fingers
up
to
sense
the
wind
.
And
the
horses
were
nervous
while
the
clouds
were
up
.
The
rainheads
dropped
a
little
spattering
and
hurried
on
to
some
other
country
.
Behind
them
the
sky
was
pale
again
and
the
sun
flared
.
In
the
dust
there
were
drop
craters
where
the
rain
had
fallen
,
and
there
were
clean
splashes
on
the
corn
,
and
that
was
all
.
A
gentle
wind
followed
the
rain
clouds
,
driving
them
on
northward
,
a
wind
that
softly
clashed
the
drying
corn
.
A
day
went
by
and
the
wind
increased
,
steady
,
unbroken
by
gusts
.
The
dust
from
the
roads
fluffed
up
and
spread
out
and
fell
on
the
weeds
beside
the
fields
,
and
fell
into
the
fields
a
little
way
.
Now
the
wind
grew
strong
and
hard
and
it
worked
at
the
rain
crust
in
the
corn
fields
.
Little
by
little
the
sky
was
darkened
by
the
mixing
dust
,
and
the
wind
felt
over
the
earth
,
loosened
the
dust
,
and
carried
it
away
.
The
wind
grew
stronger
.
The
rain
crust
broke
and
the
dust
lifted
up
out
of
the
fields
and
drove
gray
plumes
into
the
air
like
sluggish
smoke
.
The
corn
threshed
the
wind
and
made
a
dry
,
rushing
sound
.
The
finest
dust
did
not
settle
back
to
earth
now
,
but
disappeared
into
the
darkening
sky
.
The
wind
grew
stronger
,
whisked
under
stones
,
carried
up
straws
and
old
leaves
,
and
even
little
clods
,
marking
its
course
as
it
sailed
across
the
fields
.
The
air
and
the
sky
darkened
and
through
them
the
sun
shone
redly
,
and
there
was
a
raw
sting
in
the
air
.
During
a
night
the
wind
raced
faster
over
the
land
,
dug
cunningly
among
the
rootlets
of
the
corn
,
and
the
corn
fought
the
wind
with
its
weakened
leaves
until
the
roots
were
freed
by
the
prying
wind
and
then
each
stalk
settled
wearily
sideways
toward
the
earth
and
pointed
the
direction
of
the
wind
.
The
dawn
came
,
but
no
day
.
In
the
gray
sky
a
red
sun
appeared
,
a
dim
red
circle
that
gave
a
little
light
,
like
dusk
;
and
as
that
day
advanced
,
the
dusk
slipped
back
toward
darkness
,
and
the
wind
cried
and
whimpered
over
the
fallen
corn
.
Men
and
women
huddled
in
their
houses
,
and
they
tied
handkerchiefs
over
their
noses
when
they
went
out
,
and
wore
goggles
to
protect
their
eyes
.
When
the
night
came
again
it
was
black
night
,
for
the
stars
could
not
pierce
the
dust
to
get
down
,
and
the
window
lights
could
not
even
spread
beyond
their
own
yards
.
Now
the
dust
was
evenly
mixed
with
the
air
,
an
emulsion
of
dust
and
air
.
Houses
were
shut
tight
,
and
cloth
wedged
around
doors
and
windows
,
but
the
dust
came
in
so
thinly
that
it
could
not
be
seen
in
the
air
,
and
it
settled
like
pollen
on
the
chairs
and
tables
,
on
the
dishes
.
The
people
brushed
it
from
their
shoulders
.
Little
lines
of
dust
lay
at
the
door
sills
.
In
the
middle
of
that
night
the
wind
passed
on
and
left
the
land
quiet
.
The
dust
-
filled
air
muffled
sound
more
completely
than
fog
does
.
The
people
,
lying
in
their
beds
,
heard
the
wind
stop
.
They
awakened
when
the
rushing
wind
was
gone
.
They
lay
quietly
and
listened
deep
into
the
stillness
.
Then
the
roosters
crowed
,
and
their
voices
were
muffled
,
and
the
people
stirred
restlessly
in
their
beds
and
wanted
the
morning
.
They
knew
it
would
take
a
long
time
for
the
dust
to
settle
out
of
the
air
.
In
the
morning
the
dust
hung
like
fog
,
and
the
sun
was
as
red
as
ripe
new
blood
.
All
day
the
dust
sifted
down
from
the
sky
,
and
the
next
day
it
sifted
down
.
An
even
blanket
covered
the
earth
.
It
settled
on
the
corn
,
piled
up
on
the
tops
of
the
fence
posts
,
piled
up
on
the
wires
;
it
settled
on
roofs
,
blanketed
the
weeds
and
trees
.
