Plentiful Labor

You'll be a-campin' by a ditch, you an' fifty other famblies. An' he'll look into your tent an' see if you got anything lef' to eat.

An' if you got nothin', he says, Wanna job?

An' you'll say, I sure do, mister. I'll sure thank you for a chance to do some work.

An' he'll say, I can use you.

An' you'll say, When do I start?

An' he'll tell you where to go, an' what time, an' then he'll go on. Maybe he needs two hunderd men, so he talks to five hunderd, and' they tell other folks, an' when you get to the place, they's a thousan' men.

This here fella says, I'm payin' twenty cents an hour.

An' maybe half a the men walk off. But they's still five hunderd that's so ... hungry they'll work for nothin' but biscuits.

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The ragged man at the camp
The Grapes of Wrath, John Steinbeck

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