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PIC by Jack Kerouac
CONTENTS
1. Me and Grandpa
2. What Happened
3. Aunt Gastonia's House
4. Brother Come To Fetch Me
5. Some Argufyin
6. I Go Thu the Window
7. We Come to Town
8. The Bus Go Up North
9. First Night in New York
10. How Slim Lost Two Jobs in One Day
11. Packin for Californy
12. Times Square and the Mystery of Television
13. The Ghost of the Susquehanna
14. How We Finally Got to Californy
1. ME AND GRANDPA
AIN'T NEVER NOBODY LOVED ME like I love myself,
cept my mother and she's dead. (My grandpa, he's
so old he can remember a hunnerd years back but
what happened last week and the day before, he
don't know.) My pa gone away so long ago ain't
nobody remember what his face like. My brother,
ever' Sunday afternoon in his new suit in front of
the house, out on that old road, and grandpa and
me just set on the porch rockin and talkin, but my
brother paid it no mind and one day he was gone
and ain't never been back.
Grandpa, when we was alone, said he'd ten' the
pigs and I go mend the fence yonder, and said, "I
seed the Lawd come thu that fence a hunnerd
years ago and He shall come again." My Aunt
Gastonia come by buttin and puffin said that it
was all right, she believed it too, she'd seen the
Lord more times than they could ever count, and
hallelujahed and hallelujahed, said "While's all
this the Gospel word and true, little Pictorial Re-
view Jackson" (that's me) "must go to school to
learn and read and write," and grandpa looked at
her plum in the eye like if'n to spit tobacco juice in
it, and answered, "Thass awright wif me," 'ess like
that, "but that ain't the Lawd's school he's goin' to
and he shall never mend his fences."
So I went to school, and came on home from
school the afternoon after it and seed nobody
would ever know where I come from, if what they
called it was North Carolina. It didn't feel like no
North Carolina to me. They said I was the darkest,
blackest boy ever come to that school. I always
knowed that, cause I seen white boys come by my
house, and I seed pink boys, and I seed blue boys,
and I seed green boys, and I seed orange boys,
then black, but never seed one so black as me.
Well, I gave this no never mind, and 'joyed my-
self and made some purty pies when I was awful
little till I seed it rully did smell awful bad; and all
that, and grandpa a-grinnin from the porch, and
smokin his old green pipe. One day two white boys
came by seed me and said I was verily black as
nigger chiles go. Well, I said that I knowed that in-
deedy. They said they seed I was too small for
what they was about, which I now forget, and I
said it was a mighty fine frog peekin from his hand.
HE said it was no frog, but a TOAD, and said
TOAD like to make me jump a hunnerd miles
high. he said it so plain and loud, and they ske-
daddled over the hill back of my arandpa's prop-
erty. So I knew they was a North Carolina, and
they was a toad, and I dreamed of it 'at night.
On the crossroads Mr. Dunaston let me and old
hound dog sit on the steps of his store ever' blessed
evenin and I heard the purty singin on the radio
just as plain, and just as good, and learned me two,
th'ee, seben songs and sing them. Here come Mr.
Otis one time in his big old au-to, bought me two
bottles Dr. Pepper, en I took one home to
grandpa: he said Mr. Otis was a mighty fine man
and he knowed his pappy and his pappy's pappy
clear back a hunnerd years, and they was good
folks. Well, I knowed that: and we 'greed, and
agreed Dr. Pepper allus did make a spankin' good
fizzle for folkses' moufs. Y'all can tell how I 'joyed
myself then.
Well here's all where it was laid out. My grand-
pa's house, it was all lean-down and 'bout to
break, made of sawed planks sawed when they was
new from the woods and here they was all wore
out like poor dead stumplewood and heavin out in
the middle. The roof was like to slip offen its
hinges and fall on my grandpa's head. He make it
no mind and set there, rockin. The inside of the
house was clean like a ear of old dry corn, and jess
as crinkly and dead and good for me barefoot as
y'all seed if you tried it. Grandpa and me sleep in
the big old tinkle-bed and gots room all over it's
so big. Hound dog sleep in the door. Never did
close that door till winter come. I cut the wood.
grandpa light it into stove. Set there eatin peas and
greens and sassmeat and here's a BIG spoon and
eat a lot till my belly's all out-when they was a
lot. Well, Aunt Gastonia, she bring us food, here,
there, last week, next month. Bring us sassmeat,
storebread, streak-a-lean. Grandpa grow the peas
in the field, and grow the corn field by the fence,
and then we fetched the pigs what we grind outen
our moufs cause we no cain't chaw it. Hound dog,
eat too. House set in the middle of the field. Yon-
der's the road, sand road all wore hard and pebbly,
and the mules comin by and every now'n then a
big au-to thrown up a fine cloud a mile high and
me smellin it everywhere and sayin to myself,
"Now what fo the Lawd don't make hisself mo
clean?" Then I snups out me nose, Shah! Well,
over yonder is Mr. Dunaston's store at the cross-
roads, and then the piney woods wif old crow set-
tin ever' mornin on the branch jess cra-a-cra-a-kin,
to beat hisself, and me say cra-cra-cra-cra jess like
he do, and I gotsa laugh, ever' morning, hee hee
hee, it tickle me so. Then yonder th' other way is
Mr. Dunaston's brother's tobacco, n'a big, big
house Mr. Otis live in, and Miz Bell's house in the
middler the field and Miz Bell she like to be as old
as grandpa and smoke the pipe jess like he do.
Well, she like me. Ever' night ever'body sleep in
this house and that house and ever' house, and the
only thing you can hear is a old owl-hooo! hooo!
-out in the woods, and yek! yek! yek! all the bats,
ind the yowlin hound dogs, 'n the cricket-bugs a-
creekin' in the dark. Then there's the choo-choo
out by TOWN, y'know. Only thing you can't hear
is a old spider spinnin his cobweb. I go on in the
shanty and break a cobweb-after I wipe myself
that old spider, he make 'nothcr cobweb for me.
Up yonder in the sky, they's a huniierd motion
stars and here on the ground hit's as wet, as like
to'd rain. I gets me in the bed and grandpa say,
"Boy, keep your big wet feet from me!" but in a lit-
tle bitty while my feets is dry and I'se tucked in
good. Then I see the stars thu the window n' I
sleep good.
Y'all can tell how I 'joyed myself then?
2. WHAT HAPPENED
PO GRANDPA, he never get up one mornin, and
ever'body come over from Aunt Gastonia's and
said he was 'bout to die of misery. On grandpa's
pillow I laid my head down and HE tell me it ain't
so. And he veil to the Lord to git ever'body outen
the house except the good hound dog. Hound dog
set a-whinin' under the bed and lick grandpa in the
hand. Aunt Gastonia shoo him out. "Hound dog,
shoo!" Aunt Gastonia wash my face at the pump.
Aunt Gastonia, she put the rag in my ear and stop
up the ear and take her finger and turn and turn till
I'se 'bout to die. Well, I cry. Grandpa cry too.
Aunt Gastonia's son, he run and he run down that
road and pooty soon, here come Aunt Gastonia's
son run and run back up the road and zip-zip I
never seed nobody run s'fast. Then here come Mr.
Otis in his big old au-to and pull up right in front
of the house.'Well, he was a pow'ful tall man with
yaller hair, you know, and he'membered me, and
says, "Well there, what's to become of you, li'l
boy?"
Then he take grandpa by the hand, and roll up
his eyeballs, and fish in the black satchel fo a thing
he listen with, and listen, and ever'body else lean
close and listen, and Aunt Gastonia slap her son
away, and Mr. Otis 'bout to tap grandpa with one
hand under th' other on grandpa's chest, when him
and grandpa gits they eyes fixed on theirselves all
sow'ful and Mr. Otis stop what he doing. "Ah, old
man," Mr. Otis say to grandpa, "and how have
you been?" And grandpa show his yaller teeth in a
grin and he say, and he cackle, "Yonder's the pipe,
hit's a pow'ful smokin-pipe," and wink at Mr. Otis.
Nobody know what he talk like that fo, but Mr.
Otis he know and grandpa he laugh so much he
jess shake like the tree when the possum climb up
in it. Mr. Otis says "Where?" and grandpa point to
the shelf, still a-cacklin and 'joyin Mr. Otis so.
Well, he sho liked Mr. Otis ever so much. Up yon-
der on the shelf so high I never seed it, Mr. Otis
fetched a pipe they was talkin about. It was made
outen corncob and it was the biggenest best pipe
grandpa made. Mr. Otis, he look at it so sow'ful I
never seed that man so. He sav "Five years," and
that's all he say, 'case that was the last time he seed
grandpa, and grandpa knowed it.
After a bit, grandpa fell asleep, and everbody
stand aroun talkin till I cain't see how anybody
can sleep, and here's what they said. They said
grandpa was mighty sick and would die for sho,
and me, li'l Pic, well what was they t'do with me?
Oh, it was a tar'ble lot of ctyin they was doin Aunt
Gastonia and her friend Miz Jones, 'case they
loved grandpa like I do, the son he cry too, and all
the little bitty chiles that come in the door from the
road t'see. Hound dog, he whined outdoor t'come
in. Mr. Otis, he told ever'body t'stop worryin' their
minds so, mebbe grandpa be all right soon, but
he'd no fo-sure about it, so he's gwine see about
sendin grandpa to the hospital, and there he be all
right. Ever'body 'gree this is what to do and's
grateful to Mr. Otis, 'case he pay with all his
money t'see grandpa try to get good again. "The
boy," he say, t'Aunt Gastonia, "you sure your hus-
band and your father see eye to eye with you 'bout
keepin that boy?" and she say, "The Lord shall
bring mercy unto them." And Mr. Otis say, "Well,
I don't reckon it will be so but you take good care
of him, hear, and let me know if ever'thing's all
right." Lordy, I cry when I heard everything and
ever'body talkin so. Oh Lordy, I cry when they
takes poor grandpa and carry him to the car like
some old sick run-over hound dog and lay him in
the back seat, and carry him off to the hospital I
cry, Aunt Gastonia she close grandpa's door, and
he never close It, never did once close it for a hun-
nerd years. The tar'ble fear make me sick and like
to drop on the ground and dig me a hole and cry in
it, n'hide, 'case I never seen anything but this
house and grandpa all my born days, and here
they come draggin me away from th' empty house
and my grandpa's done died on me and can't help
hisself dyin. Oh Lord, and I remember what he say
'bout the fence and the Lord, and 'bout Mr. Otis
and 'bout my big wet feet, and remember him so
awful recent and him s'far gone, I cry, and shame
ever'body.
3. AUNT GASTONIA'S HOUSE
WELL, THEY TAKES ME DOWN THE ROAD to Aunt
Gastonia's house, and it's a big old busted house
'case they's eleben, twell folks livin there, from
down the littlest baby-chile up to old Grandpa
Jelkey 'at sits inside the house all old and blind. It
ain't like grandpa's house no way. Is all them win-
dows roundabout and a big brick chimbley, and
the porch, it go clean around the house and chairs
on it, and watermelon rinds and sand on the
boards so's a body can't roll hisself without. My, I
never seed such many flies in all my born days like
I seed in that house. No, I don't wantsa stay here.
Trees in the barnyard, and cherry tree, and the
good swing, but they's six, seben chiles all squeal-
in and squawkin and the pigs is not so good as
grandpa's pigs never nohow. I never seed nothin so
tedious. No, I don't wantsa stay here. Gots no
place to sleep at night exceptin in one bed with
th'ee, fo boys, and I can't sleep with they elbows in
my face.
Grandpa Jelkey, that man scare me 'case he say
"Bring that boy here," and they brings me, and he
take a holt of me by th' arms and look at me with
one great big yaller eye but don't aim it right, poor
thing, and look clear over my head and can't see
nothing. Th' other eye, it ain't there no more, th'
eyeball sunk inside his head. He got no eyes, that
old man. He holt me tight and hurt me, and he say,
"This here is the boy. Well, I ain't gots to touch the
boy more'n one time a day." Aunt Gastonia, she
run up and pull me off. "Why you wantsa curse
that boy when y'already cursed ever'body seven
times? It ain't his fault what his father done to
your eyes, he's 'ess a chile." And Grandpa Jelkey,
he shout up "I'se gwine touch him seben times
afore he dies, ain't nobody stop me." "You ain't
neither," Aunt Gastonia shout up, and Uncle Sim
that's Aunt Gastonia's husband he gotsa take Aunt
Gastonia outdoor, and me, I gotsa run and hide in
the barnyard, 'case I'se sho scared Grandpa Jelkey
reach out and catch me again. Nos'r, I don't like
Aunt Gastonia's house, no.
Serpentine Grandpa Jelkey sit in the corner and
eat offen his knee and ever'body else eat 'round the
table-top, and Grandpa Jelkey hear ever'body
talkin, and say "Is that you, boy?" and mean me. I
hide b'hind Aunt Gastonia. "Come on stand by
me, boy, so's I can touch you twicet. T'won't leave
me none but four, and then you pays the curse."
"Never pay no mind whad he say," Aunt Gastonia
say to me. Uncle Sim he don't say nothin, and he
never look at me neither, and I'se so scared and so
sickly, well, I don't expect I'd a-lived in Aunt Gas-
tonia's house long but t'go die in the woods and
being so lowly and blue. Aunt Gastonia say I gits
sick and lose eleben pounds, I'se so awful and fee-
ble and lain in the dust all day. "What for you
wantsa cry in the dirt, chile," say to me, "and git
all that mud on your face like that?" She gotsa
wipe the mud. Aunt Gastonia, it wasn't ever her, it
was Grandpa Jelkey, and Uncle Simeon, and all
the chiles th'ow sand at me. And ain't nobody take
me see grandpa in the hospital. "Oh Lord, I gotsa
stop cryin so."
Grandpa Jelkey, he reach out the window and
cotch me and hurt me so I'se fall down dead and
he yell, and he whoop, and he say, "Now I'se cotch
the boy and now I done touch him twicet!"-Then
he say, then he say, "Th'ee!-fo!-" and Aunt
Gastonia she yank me away s'hard I fall in the
ground. "I done seed the sign, when I reach out to
cotch him," Grandpa Jelkey yell, "and ain't but
th'ee left now." Aunt Gastonia bust out cryin and
fall on the bed and thrash hesself and don't know
what and all the chiles run down the road t'git
Uncle Sim what's in the,field with the mule, and he
come runnin to the road. Lordy, then that old
Grandpa Jelkey come out on the porch lookin f me
and spread his arms, f'me, and he come right
straight t'where I is standin like he was not blind
nohow, but then be stumble over the chair and
yowl out, fall down and hurt hisself. Ever'body say
Oh! Uncle Sim pick up th' old man and carry him
in the house and put him on the bed, and th' old
man gaspin. Uncle Simeon, he told cousin take me
outdoor, so me and cousin go stand outdoor, and
hear Uncle Sim and Aunt Gastonia a-yellin at
each other.
"What fo you wantsa keep that boy in this house
what has the curse laid on him, fool woman?"
Uncle Sim yell. And Aunt Gastonia, she pray and
she pray, "Oh Lord, he jess a chile, he ain't done a
thing t'nobody, what for the Lord bring shame and
destruction on the head of a innocent lamb, and a
leastest chile." "I ain't got nothin to do with what
the Lord decide," yell Uncle Sim. Aunt Gastonia
say "Lord God, his blood is my blood, and my sis-
ter's blood is my blood, Oh Lord, dear Jesus, save
us from sin, save my husband from sin, save my fa-
ther-'n-law from sin, save my chillun from sin, and
Lord, dear Lord, save ME, Gastonia Jelkey, from
sin." Uncle Sim, he come out on the porch and
give the blackenest look, and walk away, 'case
Aunt Gastonia she pray all night now, and he
don't got nothing to say. Grandpa Jelkey, he fall
asleep.
Well cousin older'n me take me down the road
and show me TOWN out yonder, 'case he knowed
I'se so forlorn. He say, "Tonight Satty night, ever-
'body git drunk and go to TOWN yonder and they
rocks, thass what they do, yas'r." I say, "What you
mean rocks?" He say, "Boy, they gots jumpin-
music and jamboree-singin and dancin all that
truck. Yas'r, I seed it Satty night, had some barbe-
cue pig and daddy he drink the bottle down like
'is"-and he throw his big head back, cousin, and
he have the biggenest head, y'know, and show me,
and say-"WHooee!" Then he jump around a-
holtin hisself by the arms t'show me, and he say,
"This here dancin. B'you cain't go to no jamboree
'case you gotsa curse on you." So me'n cousin go
down the road a bit, and they's all the lights of
TOWN I ain't never seed before, and we sits up in
the apple tree and sees all that. But I is so low-
down it don't make no neither much to me. Lordy,
what's I care about all that old town?
Well, cousin go thisaway and I go thataway, and
I traipse back up the woods and down the hill to
Mr. Dunaston's store, and hear me some radio
singin again. Then, you bet, I go way down that
road t'grandpa's house. It's all so still, s'empty,
well, ain't nobody know it but I is 'bout to die and
go to my death in the ground. Old hound dog
yowlin at grandpa's door, but he ain't livin there,
and I ain't livin there neither, ain't nobody livin
'bout it, and he yowl his soul.
Well, grandpa seed the Lord come thu the fence
a hunnerd years ago, and now he gotsa die in the
hospital and never get t'see no fence nor nothin no
more. I ask to th' Lord, "What for the Lord do it to
po grandpa?"
I cain't remember no more 'bout Aunt Gasto-
nia's house and everything done happened there.
4. BROTHER COME TO FETCH ME
A BOY LIKE ME AIN'T GOT NO PLACE TO SLEEP lessen
he stay where he's at, and I sho didn't wantsa stay
at Aunt Gastonia's no more, but jess ain't was no-
where for me to sleep but that po woman's house,
so I traipse back thu the black woods, yes'r and
there she is, Aunt Gastonia, waitin up fine with
the oil lamp in the kitchen. "Sleep, my chile." she
say to me, and so kindly I'se like to fall and sleep
on her knee, like I done on my mother's knee when
I'se a little bitty chile, before she got die. "Aunt
Gastonia take care of you no matter what," she
say, and stroke m'head, and I fall asleep.
Well, I'se sick in the bed for two, th'ee, seben
days and it rain and rain all the time and Aunt
Gastonia feed me grits and sugar and heat up col-
lard greens for me. Grandpa Jelkey, he sit on the
other side of the house and say "Bring that boy to
me," but ain't nobody bring me to him nor tell him
where I is, and Aunt Gastonia tell ever'body to
shush. Grandpa Jelkey cotch cousin thu the win-
dow like he done me, and he say, "Nope, I reckon
this ain't the boy." And cousin he howl like I did.
I sleep two days, and don't wake up none but for
to sleep again, and Aunt Gastonia she send cousin
to fetch Mr. Otis, but Mr. Otis he gone up
NORTH. "Where he gone up NORTH?" she say
to cousin, and cousin say, "Why he jess gone up
NORTH." "What part the NORTH he gone up
there?" and cousin say, "Why, he's gone up to
NORTH VIRGINIA." Aunt Gastonia, she bow
her po head down and don't know whatsa do.
So Mr. Otis is gone, and Aunt Gastonia pray for
me, and bring Miz Jones to pray for me too.
Uncle Sim, he look at me once, and he say to
Aunt Gastonia, "That boy's 'bout to folly his
grandaddy I reckon," and she look up to the roof
and say, "Amen, the world ain't fit for no such a
lamb, Jesus save his soul." "Well," say Uncle Sim,
"I don't guess it's but one less mouf t'feed," and
she shriek "Oh Jehovah guide my man from sinful
ways." "Shush your mouf, woman, this man ain't
got no time for sinful ways and he ain't a-gonna
get no new stove this winter neither, 'case that to-
bacco patch been cursed, hear, the bugs done
started eatin leaves since that boy been here." And
he stomp out the door.
Well, thass the longest talk I ever hear that man
make.
I lay in the bed one Satty mornin, and W H O O P!
they's ever'body yellin and talkin outdoor, and
carryin on so loud I try to see and stretch my head
way out but cain't see nothin. They all comes
tra ipsin up the porch. Well I pull my head back 'case
I'se sick. Well, who do you guess come in that
door, and all the chillun grinnin behind?
If it ain't my brother, dog my cats, and he
change so much since he go away from me and
grandpa, I cain't for sure say who that man is
standin in the door, 'case he gots a little bitty
round hat on his head with a little bitty button on
top of it, and hairs a-hangin from his chin p'culiar,
and he all thin, and lean, and all drew-out tall, and
sorry-lookin too. He laugh and laugh when he see
me, and come over to the bed for t'catch me, and
look at me in th'eye. "Here he is," he say, and it
ain't nobody he talk it to, 'case he say it to hisself,
and smile, and me, I'se so s'prised I don't say
nothin. Well, y'know, I'se so s'prised it make me sit
up in the bed.
All the chillun is grinnin, but Aunt Gastonia she
trouble and fuss hesself, poor soul, and she keep
lookin over her shoulder for fear Uncle Sim come
up the road, 'case he don't like my brother neither,
I don't reckon. "Looky here John, where you been
and what's you come here for?" she say to my
brother, and he say "Hey now" and jump up and
do the most comical shufflin 'bout the house I ever
seed, and I laugh, and all the chillun laugh with
me, and. Grandpa Jelkey, he rare up and say,
"What fo ever'body laugh?"
"I come here to fetch Mister Pic, ma'm, and
bring him on my magic carpet up NORT -1 to
NEW YORK CITY, your grace," he say, and do
the most comical bow-down and fetch off his com-
ical hat and show ever'body his head. The chiles
and me, we gotsa laugh again and you ain't never
seed such 'joyin and laughin. "Who that talkin?"
Grandpa Jelkey say, and he say "Why-all's them
chillun laugh so?" But ain't nobody tell him.
"How come you here?" Aunt Gastonia ask my
brother, and he tuck his hat under his arm and say,
"Why, for to get my brother, that's how come,
and he don't traipse about no more, and the chil-
lun teeter on th' edge of their feets, 'case they
wantsa laugh some more, but now the big folkses
solemn actin.
Me, well great day in the mornin, I get up and
trample on the bed with m'feet, hear, I cotch in'
breath so hard and feel so good. Whoo!
"You dassn't," Aunt Gastonia say to him, and
he say "Yes I do, and why do you say I dassn't?"
"Why?" Aunt Gastonia say, "and ain't you some
no-account man come in here and say you's gwine
take this sick chile away from the roof over his
head?"
"No roof of his own, Aunt Gastonia," he say,
and that woman rare up and yell, "Don't Aunt
Gastonia with me none, folks around know you's
no-account and never did anything b'drink and
traipse around the highway ever' blessed night and
then 'ess up and leave when you most was needed
by your po old folks. Go away, go away."
"Who that in the house?" Grandpa Jelkey yell,
and fuss and pull at th'arms of his chair and look
around. Well, you know, me and the chillun don't
laugh no more now.
"Lady," say my brother, "how you talk," and
Aunt Gastonia she yell, "Don't lady me, and don't
come here fetchin no chile from outen my roof and
learn him the ways of evil like you done learned
from your pappy. YES," she yell, "you no better'n
your pappy ever was and no better'n no Jackson
ever was."
Well, I seed all about my life right then. "Who
that man in the house?" yell Grandpa Jelkey, and
he was so pow'ful mad I ain't never seed that old
blind man so mad. He fetch up his cane and holt it
tight. Well, right then here come Uncle Sim on the
porch, and when that man see my brother standin
in the middle of the house his eyes git big they's
like chicken eggs, and white, and round, as hard.
And he say soft, and p'culiar, "You ain't got no
call bein in this house, man, and you knowed
that." He don't turn away none but reach behind
the door and pull out that old shovel what's lean-
ing there. "Git out of here." Aunt Gastonia cotch
her neck quick, and open her mouth to scream, but
ain't scarce ready yet, and ever'body wait.
5. SOME ARGUFYIN
WELL, YOU KNOW, my brother be ain't so scared of
Mr. Sim with his big old shovel, and say, "I ain't
pickin up this here chair to hit nobody with, nor
kill nobody 'cause I come here peaceable and
quiet, but I'm sure holdin on to this chair so long
as you hold that shovel Mr. Jelkey," and he holt up
that chair like the man with lion. His eyeballs get
red and he don't like so much none of this. Uncle
Sim, he look at him, then he look at Aunt Gasto-
nia, and he say, "What's that boy doin here, tell
me, hear?"
And she tell him. And he say "Well then, hush
up woman," and he turn to my brother and say,
"Well go on, and go on mighty quick" and he point
out the door.
"Get him, Sim," Grandpa Jelkey yell, and he get
up from his chair again and holt out his cane, and
yell, "Hit him over the head with the stick, boy."
"Sit that old man down," say Uncle Sim but
Aunt Gastonia she start wailin and carryin on for
me, 'case she don't wants me to leave with my
brother, and she say, "No, Sim, no, that boy's sick
and go hungry and cotch cold and ever' single
thing in the world will happen to him and he'll
turn bad, sinful bad, with that man, and the Lord
shall drop it on my soul like the hot irons of hell
and perdition, on your soul too, and on this
house," and she say this rarin up most tearful and
pitiful, for me to see, and come over to hold me
and hide me from ever'body and kiss me all over.
Whoo!
"Put on your clothes Pic," my brother say to me,
and Uncle Sim put down the shovel, and my
brother put down the chair, and Aunt Gastonia
cry and cry, and holt me, poor woman, and I jess
can't move an inch I'se so sorry t'see everything
come so mean and bad. Well, Uncle Sim, he come
over and cotch Aunt Gastonia and pull her 'way
from me, and my brother find my shirt and put it
on me, and Aunt Gastonia shriek. Lordy, I find my
shoes and I find my hole-hat and I'se ready to go,
and brother fetch me up piggyback, and here we
go for the door.
Well then, what you supposed happened? Here
come Mr. Otis' au-to licketysplit to the door, and
out he come and knock on the house, and look in,
and say "Well what's this?" and look at ever'body
and push his hat back.
Well, here go ever'body talkin at the same time.
Aunt Gastonia, she argufy so hard, and explain-so
loud, and pray so shriekly, ain't nobody else can
hear what's goin on, and Mr. Otis listen to her and
look at ever'body else most quiet, and don't say
nothin. Well, brother put me down 'case he can't
scarce stand there with me on his back whilst ever-
'body yell, and Mr. Otis take my wrist, and listen,
then he roll up m'eyeball like he done poor
grandpa and look in there, then he back up and
look me all over, and say, "Well, 'pears Pic's in
good enough health anyway. Now will you explain
everything once around again for me?" and, after
Aunt Gastonia done that, and he shocked his head
yes, uh-huh, yes, uh-huh, he say, "Well, I don't
want to interfere with you folks but I don't guess I
was wrong when I said it wouldn't ever do to bring
the boy here, ma'm, and likewise don't guess he
can stay here." He look at Uncle Sim when he say
that, and Uncle Sim say, "Yes'r, I don't'spect, Mr.
Otis, ain't been but trouble since he come here."
Then Mr. Otis go over and sav hello to Grandpa
Jelkey, and Grandpa Jelkey say "I'se shore pleased
to hear your voice again, Mister Otis" and he j'ess
sit there grinnin from ear to ear 'case Mr. Otis
visitin.
Then Mr. Otis say, "I feet I owe it to this child's
grandaddy to see he's taken care of proper" and he
turn to my brother, and I don't reckon he like my
brother no more'n ever'body else, 'case he say, and
shake his head, "It don't 'pear to me like you can
take care of this child, neither. You got a job up
north?"
"Yes'r, I got a job," my brother say, and he
make a plain face and tuck his hat under his arm
again, but Mr. Otis don't 'pear to 'gree with him,
and say "Well, is that the only clothes you got to
wear when you travel?" and ever'body look at my
brother's clothes, which ain't much of a much, and
Mr. Otis say, "All you got there is a Army jacket,
and there's holes in the side of your pants, and
they don't fit right much anyhow because they're
all swole up at the legs and come down to your an-
kles so's I can't see how you can take 'em off, and
you've got a red shirt that ain't been washed, and
G.I. boots pretty well scraggly by now, and that
there beret on your head, so how do you ever ex-
pect me to believe you've got a job when you come
travelin on home like that?"
"Well sir," my brother say, "it's the style nowa-
days in NEW YORK," but that don't satisfy Mr.
Otis none, and he say, "Goatee and all? Well, I just
got back from New York City myself and I ain't
'shamed to say it was my first time up there, and I
don't think it's a fit place for folks to live whether
they be white or colored. I don't see any harm
takin care of your brother if you stay home, for
after all your grandaddy's house IS still standin
and you can get a job HOME as well as everywhere
else."
"Well sir," my brother say, "I got a wife in New
York," and Mr. Otis say quick "Does she work?"
and my brother teeter a little bit on that, and say,
"Yes, she works," and Mr. Otis say, "Well then
who's goin to take care -of this child durin the
day?" and my brother get red in the eyeball again
'case he can't conjure up no more to say. Well, you
know, I has my fingers crossed, 'case I be so
pleased when my brother and me was headin for
that door, and here I'se stopped dead in that old
house again.
"He'll go to school in the daytime," my brother
say, and give Mr. Otis a look all tuckered-out and
s'prised from such some talk, and Mr. Otis, he
smile, and he say "Well, I don't cast any doubt on
your intentions, but who's goin to watch that child
when he comes home from school in that NEW
YORK traffic? Who's goin to help him cross the
street in that coldhearted city, see he don't get run
over by a truck and such-like? Yes, and where's
that boy likely to get some fresh air to breathe?
And proper friends that don't go about with knives
and guns at fourteen? I ain't seen anything like it
in all my born days. I don't aim to wish such a life
on that bov, and don't guess his grand-daddy
would neither in these last days of his, and I'm
only doin this because I owe it at least to a very old
friend of mine who taught me how to fish when I
was no higher'n his knee. Well," and he turn to
Aunt Gastonia, and heave a sigh all under him
"the only proper thing to do is put him in a good
home till he's old enough t' decide for himself."
And he pull out a fine book from his coat, and un-
cork a fine pen, and write most handsome inside it.
"First thing in the mornin I'll call up and make
whatever arrangements are necessary, and mean-
while the boy can stay here," and he turn to Aunt
Gastonia, "because I'm sure, ma'm, you'll see that
everything is maintained proper. Yes, and Mr.
Otis speak jess as fine and jess as pleasin as that.
But it ain't so pleasin to me none, 'case I don't
like to stay in Aunt Gastonia's house 'nother min-
ute, 'nother night, 'nother no time, nor go to no
GOOD HOME like Mr. Otis said, nor see
m'brother traipse off so lone and blue down the
road like he done. Well, he look back over his
shoulder, poor brother, ever' now and then, and
dust up the sand slow with his ARMY BOOTS,
and Aunt Gastonia's chillun they folly him a piece
down the road 'case they like him so and wantsa
see him shuffle and bow-down some more like he
done in the house, but he don't. Mr. Otis stay on
the porch talkin to tjncle Sim till my brother gone
in the woods, then Mr. Otis get in his big au-to and
go.
Well O well, they I was.
6. I GO THU THE WINDOW
COME NIGHTFALL EVER'BODY GO TO BED, and I'se
in the bed with my th'ee little bitty cousins and
can't sleep none, and say to myself, "Oh me, what
happen to me next?" and I'se wearisome for ever-
'thing and can't neither cry nor nothing no more.
Ever'thing I fixed on done run out on me and
wasn't nothin I could do. Lord, it was a bad long
night.
Well, next thing I know I'se sleepin 'case I wake
up and hear the hound dogs yelpin outdoor, and
Uncle Sim open the window from where he sleep
and sing out "Shet up that snappin and squallin
out there," and Aunt Gastonia say, "What for the
hound dogs cry?"
And Uncle Sim look, and come back in and say
"Y'ere's a black cat spittin in the tree up yonder"
and he go back to sleep. Aunt Gastonia she say,
"Black cat go'way from my do," and she make the
sign, and go back to sleep likewise.
Then I hear in' little bitty cousin Willis what
sleep by the window say "Who dat?" and I hear,
ever so soft, "Shhh," and I look. Whooee, it's my
brother in the window, and me and Willis creep up
over little bitty Henry, and puts our noses to the
screen, and then Jonas, he come too, and put his
nose to the screen. "It the man done dance," say
little Willis, and he go "Hee hee hee," but my
brother put his finger on his mouth and say
"Shhh!" Here ever'body listen close for Aunt Gas-
tonia and Uncle Sim, and Grandpa Jelkey y'at
sleep in the corner, but they jess sleepin and sno-
rin, and the hound dogs whine so they don't hear
nothin neither.
"What for you come here Mister Dancin Man?"
say little Willis, and Jonas say "Uh-huh?" and lit-
tle Henry wake up and say "Gil offen my laig!"
awful loud and ever'body jump back in the bed
under the covers and in' brother duck down be-
hind the window. Well, woof, you know, I hold up
my breath then. But ain't nobody wake up'
Ever'body rare back up the window, soft.
"Is you gwine shuffle again?" Jonas say, and lit-
tle bitty Henry he woke up and seed what was in
the window, and rub his eye, and say, "Ish-yo-gin-
shuff-gin?" 'case he always r'peats what Jonas say.
My brother say "Shhh" and little bitty Henry put
his finger to his mouth and turn around and nudge
me, you know, like it was my foot, then ever'body
look at my brother again.
"I'se come to get Pic," my brother say thu his
hands, "but I come back tomorrow or next year
and dance all over fo ever'one of you and give you
each fifty cents, hear me now?"
"What fo you don't wantsa dance now?" little
Willis say, and Jonas say "Jess a little bit?" and lit-
tle bitty Henry say "Jlz-il-bit, hmm?" and my
brother put his head on one side, and look at ever-
'body, and say, "Well, I do really b'lieve they's a
Heaven somewhere," and he say, "Pic, git in your
clothes quiet whilst I dance for these folks," and I
do that quick and my brother he shuffle-up soft
and dance in the yard in the moonlight and the
chiles watch with a great big old s'prised grin on
they faces. Well, you never seed such a dance like
he done b'neath the moon like that, and no chiles
like them seed one neither.
"Shet up that snappin and squallin out there!" yell
Uncle Sim from t'other side of the house, and I tell
you, ever'body duck down again s'fastnobody seed
th' other do it. But Uncle Sim, he only mean the
hounds, poor sicepin man.
Then ever'body raise up 'nother time again.
Brother undone the screen from the window and
say "Shh" and reach in, and Jonas say "Shh" and
little Henrv say "S" and I cotch brother's neck,
and out I go with my head first and then the feet,
and dog my cats, and cat my dogs, and looky-here,
if I ain't out in that barnyard in the middle of the
dark and ready to leave and go.
"Less go," my brother say, and he haul me up
on his back like he done in th' afternoon, and we
turn around and look at the chiles in the window,
and they's so sorry-lookin they's fixin to cry, you
know, and my brother know this, and he say,
"Don't cry, chillun, 'case me and Pic come back
tomorrow or next year and we all have a big fine
time together and go down the crick and fish, and
eat candy, and th'ow the baseball, and tell tales t'
each other, and climb up the tree and hant the
folks below, and all such fine things, you jess wait
awhile, you 'ess see, y'hear me now?"
"Yas'r," Jonas sav, and little Henry say, "Yass,"
and little Willis say "Uh-huh" and off me and
m' brother go, 'cross the barnyard and over the
fence and into the woods and don't make a sound.
Whoo! We gone and done it.
7. WE COME TO TOWN
GRANDPA, IT WAS THE DARKENEST NIGHT 'case the
moon got covered over by clouds jess as soon as
brother and me reach the woods, and that moon
was jess a scant banana moon and showed but
scraggy and feeble betwixt the cloudy when it took
out. It got cold, too, and I shore was chill. I reckon
they was a rainstorm comin to warm me, 'case I
don't at all feel so good as I done when we begun.
Seem like they was somethin I forgot to do, or
somethin I forgot to bring from back at Aunt Gas-
tonia's house, but I knowed they was nothin like
that, exceptin I all dreamed it. Lordy why'd I go
dass dream such a thing and fret myself there?
Way across the woods and thu the black yonder,
here come the train, but it's pow'ful far off 'case me
and brother only getsa hear it when the wind blow,
and hear it wooo-all long draw-out and goin
away, sound like waitin for to get to the hills.
Shoo! it was cold, and p'cullar, and black. But my
brother, he don't mind.
He carry me thu the woods a space, then he put
me down and say, "Woof, boy, I ain't goin to carry
you on my back all the way to New York," and we
tramp along till we get to the corn field, and then
he say, "Here, you sure you can walk all right after
bein sick like you was?" and I say "Yas'r, I'se jess
a little chill" and walk along.
My brother say, "I get you a coat first thing,"
and then he say "Get up little boy," and he haul
me up on his back again and look around at me
out the corner of his eye. "Listen t' me, Pic" he say,
"you're every bit sure you want to come along with
me ain't you?" and I say "Yas'r."
"Well what for you call me sir when you know
I'm your brother?"
"Yas'r" I say, and then I cotch myself and sav
"Yas'r, brother," and don't know what to say.
Well, I reckon I was scared for I don't scarce know
where we's goin and what happen to me when we
get there if we gets there, and it don't sit right to
myself to ask brother 9at come get me so glad and
so pleased like that.
"Listen to me, Pic," he say, "you jess go along
with me till we get home and call me Slim like
ever'body else do, hear?"
"Yas'r, Slim" I say, and then I cotch myself
again, and say "Yass, Slim."
"Well there you go" he laugh. "Now say, you
seen that black cat back yonder in the Jelkeys' tree
that had all them hound dogs barkin at it? I brung
it there myself to make them dogs miss me, and
didn't it spit, and fetch them up fine and bring us
good luck that old black cat? Well, lookout!" Slim
say to a tree, and dodge of it, and duck behind it,
and bark at it, and go "Fsst!" like a cat, and both
of us laugh some. That's the way he was, grandpa.
"Po little boy," he say, and give a sigh, and
hitch me up higher on his back. "I guess you're as
much scared of everything like a grown man is. It's
like the man say in the Bible-A fugitive and a
vagabond shalt thou be in the earth. You ain't
scarce eleven years old and already knowed that, I
don't guess you didn't. Well, I come and made a
vagabond out of you proper," and we walk along
and come to see the lights of town up ahead, and
he don't say nothin. Then here we go step on the
road.
"Now, I'll tell you where we're goin," my
brother say like if he read my mind and see all the
troubles in it, and he say, "Then we'll unnerstand
each other fine and be friends to go out to the
world together. When I heard about grandpa I
knowed all the trouble and shame that would come
down on your head, Pic, and told Sheila, that's my
wife, she'll be your new mother now, and she
agreed with me and said-Go down get that poor
chile. Well," he said, "Sheila's a mighty fine
woman and you see pretty soon. So here I come
down South for you 'case I'm the only kin you got
left, and you're the only kin I got, baby. Now, you
know why Mr. Otis give Grandpa Jackson that
shack and that piece of land you was born on?-
and why Mr. Otis wanted to help you today?"
"Nos'r, Slim" I say, and I shore wantsa hear it.
"Because your grandpa was born a slave and
Mr. Otis' grandpa owned him once, you never
knowed that did you?"
"Nos'r, Slim, nobody never told me that," I say,
and seem to me I heard folks talk about slave one
time, and it fetch up recollections, you know.
"Mr. Otis," my brother say, "he's a good man
and feels he owes some of the colored folks some
help now and then, and he has a nice way by him
though it ain't by me, and mean well. Ever'body
mean well, in their own pitiful way, and Aunt Gas-
tonia mostly, poor woman. Uncle Sim Jelkey ain't
no bad man, he's jess poor and can't support no
vagabond Pics like you none. He don't too much
hate anybody in his inside heart. Old Grandpa
Jelkey, he's jess a old crazy man and I don't guess
I'd-be crazy too if the same thing happened to
me that happened to him. I tell you about that a
minute. Well, I don't aim to see you go to nofoster
home like Mr. Otis was fixin to send you today.
Now, you know why Aunt Gastonia take you in
but the nienfolk Jelkeys don't want you?"
Well, I wantsa hear this, and I say "Why that?"
"That's because your daddy, Alpha Jackson, my
daddy as well as yours, done blinded old Grandpa
Jelkey in a fearsome fight about ten years ago and
ain't nothin but bad blood left betwixt the two
families. Aunt Gastonia, she was your mother's sis-
ter and loved your mother very much all her life,
and took care of her right down the end when
daddy come out of five years sentence in the work
gang, three of 'em in the Dismal Swamp, and never
did come back home to her."
"Where'd he go?" I ax my brother, and try to re-
member my father's face, but it wasn't no use.
"Nobody know," my brother say, and he walk
along glum. and he say "Little man, your father
was a wild man and a bad man and that's all he
was, or is, and whether he's alive or dead and
where-EVER he's at tonight. Your mother's long
dead, poor soul, and nobody blamed her for be-
comin crazy and dyin like she done. Boy," my
brother say to me, and turn his head to look at me,
"you and me come from the dark." He said that,
and said it jess as glum.
Well, here we come off the sand road and step
on the most level and pleasin road I ever seed, and
it's got white posts on the side with little bitty j'ew-
els shinin where the road go across the creek, and's
got a fine white line painted in the middle of it and
all such things. Well! And yonder straight ahead's
all the lights of town, and here come three, four au-
tos followin each other and hav'n a fine fast time,
zoom, zoom, zoom.
"Well," my brother say, "you still want to come
along with me?"
"Yas'r, Slim, I shore do wantsa go with you."
"Boy," he say, "you and me's hittin that old
road for the WAY-yonder. Hey, lookout every-
body, here we come," and ain't nobody 'round he
say that to, but here we go jumpin down the road
along two, th'ee white houses, both of us feelin so
fine, and my brother say "Here we come to the
outskirts of town" and wave his arm and yell
"Wheee," and we hoop-de-doop along.
Here we go by a old white house as big as the
woods in back of it, and the house got white poles
and a porch mighty pleasin to see up front, and
ever so many grand windows clear round back,
and lights shinin from out the windows on the
handsome grassy yard, and my brother say "Yon-
der's the ancestrial home of General Clay Tucker
Jefferson Davis Calhoun retired hero of the Seven-
teenth Regimental Divisional Brigade of the Con-
t'ederate Union 'at got hisself shot in the left side ti-
bular tendon and got hisself stickpinned with a
Gold Star Purple Honor of Congress medal and is
now a hunnerd years old in his libr'y up yonder
writin the Immemoriam Memories of the Gettys-
burg Shiloh Battle of Smoky Appamatoxburg,
whoo!" and he carry on like that with everything,
and he don't care.
And here we go jumpin 'longside a regular
house. and another regular house, then they's a
whole heap of regular houses, and then they get
un-regular and all red-rock color and lights pop up
everywhere you see. Whoo! I never seed so many
lights, and poles, and window-glass, nor so many
people walkin on such even and fine roads. "This
is town," my brother say, and well, you know, it
seem to me 'ess 'bout then I seed this here TOWN
a lonii time ago with my mother in a au-to, when
we come to the movie show one time and I was lit-
tle and small and couldn't guess to remember such
things. And now here I was in town again, but I
was growed-tip and I was goin out to the world
with my brother. Well, everything began to be pow-
'ful fetchin to watch at.
Here we turn thu a black old place and my
brother say "This here's the alley you're goin to
wait for me in whilst I get some sandwiches for the
bus," and he put me down'case he's all tucker out,
and he take my hand and we walk. Here we come
to the end of the alley, right across from a road at's
all lit-up and brightly, but the alley it's in a shadow
for me to wait in. "Yonder's the chicken shack," he
say. "I'll go cross the street quick, and don't dass
let nobody see you in case the Jelkeys done woke
up and fix to send somebody find us, hear? Stand
right here," he say, and push me agin the red-rock
wall, and set me there, and then off he go toot
across that street.
Well, grandpa. they I was with my back ain that
wall, and look up at the sky betwixt it and th'other
wall, and everywhere I turn my ear I hear au-tos,
and folkses talkin, and all kind of noises and
music, and I tell you, it was the noise of ever'body
doin somethin at the same time all over with they
hands and feet and voices, 'ess as plain. I never
heard it before in the country, exceptin it come to
my ear, jess like the water in the crick way yonder
in the nighttime, swash, swash, and come most
jumble-up and jolly. I'se so still and listenin, seem
like everboqy doin somethin 'cept me. Across the
street is that chicken shack, and it ain't nothin but
a little bitty old shack jess like it say, but's got a
most pow'ful bright light inside and they's men sit-
tin in front of a long table-top, and they's eatin
somethin 'at smell so good to me my mouth start
waterin right where I is. They's a heap of radio
music in there, and I can hear it clear across the
street loud, hear the man sing: "Where you been
hiding baby, been looking everywhere, how come you
treat me mean, can't you see I care?" Well, it was
fine radio music, the best I ever did hear, and come
out of a big box with red and valler lights turnin
round in it. Over the door they was a wheel spin in
a screen, and go humm, humm, and behind it a
body could hear still another humm-humm from
far away and it sound like a bly ener wheel than
that. Well, I reckon that was the world wheel I
heard then. Wasn't it, grandpa? Oh, I was jess
pleased.
I say to myself, "I jess take two step-ups this
alley," and I move up along the wall and come to
see more of the street. Whoo! It shore was brightly
and pleasin.
Then here come my brother out of the chicken
shack with a paper bag in his hand, and here come
a bunch of men along the street, and they see him
and yell, "Hey there Slim, what you doin down
from NEW YORK?" And he yell, "Hello there
Harry, and hello there Mr. Redtop Tenorman, and
hello there Smoky Joe. Well, what you boys up
to?" and they say, "Oh, wejess draggin along, you
know." And he say, "Ain't heard you boys jump in
a long time," and they say "Oh, we jump now and
then. Say, how you make it with that mustache on
your chin?" My brother say, "Oh, jess goin along
tryin to have a good time, you know," and they say
"Well hey now" and go off down the street and
ever'body say see you later.
Yes, I shore liked town and never knowed it was
so lively.
Me and brother sneak on down the alley and
back to the skirts of town, and skedaddle along
feelin good 'case we gets to eat some of them saiid-
wiches soon and 'case brother sav we wait for the
bi4s by thejiinction, and that bus it's about due any
minute, and when we get on thal- bus I won't be
cold no more, and he won't neither. "Bus station
ain't no place for us tonight, boy," he says to me,
and he say "Oh well, oh well, and who cares, I
guess it's all the same when you believe in the Lord
like I do, now say, You hear me Lord?"
And we sit on the white posts with the shiny but-
tons in em and wait 'bout half an hour for the bus,
or two half hours, I don't recollect.
Here it come. It come big and brawly in the
road, and said "WASHINGTON" on it, and the
man at the wheel jam down the speed to stop for
us, and it go zoom-boom right by us like it
NEVER stop, and spit sand and wind and a old
hot smell in my face, but stop yonder jess for us,
and we run for it. Well, when I seed that big ma-
chine I said to myself "Ain't nobody know where
I'm goin in this thing but my brother watch over
me from now on."
I never see Aunt Gastonia no more now.
8. THE BUS GO UP NORTH
GRANDPA, ain't gonta tell too much about the bus
case a heap of doins was cropp'n up in NEW
YORK, and I didn't have no notion about em in
that bus, and jess gawked, you know.
Well, brother and me paid the man some
money, then we walked back thu the people in the
seats and ever'body look at us and we look at
them, then we sit down in the back sofa, only it
ain't rightly a soft sofa, and there we sit lookin
straight ahead over ever'body's head at the driver,
and he turn off the light and zoom-up the bus, and
faster and faster we go with two big old lights
leadin us the way thu the land. Brother fall asleep
right away, but I stayed awake. I reckon we left
North Carolina after 'bout a half hour, or two half
hours, 'case the road done chanige from black to
brown and on each side of it I didn't get to see no
more houses but jess the wilderness. I guess it was
jess great big old woods without no houses, and
dark? and black? and j'ess as solemn9 It was t e
wilderness Aunt Gastonia pray about when she
pray agin it so loud.
And here come the rain pourin down on that
wilderness, and the road run wet and lonesome
right thu it.
It was a scarifyin thing to see and make a body
glad he's in a bus with a whole lot of people.
I watched ever'body all night long, but they was
most sleepin in their chairs and it was too black to
see, and I tried to see, but it wasn't no use. I shore
didn't wantsa go to sleep that night.
I say to myself "Pic, you're going to New York
now, and ain't it somethin, now ain't it?" and I
prod myself, and feel good.
And I got all sleepy p'culiar in m'eyes 'case I
sleep this time of the evenin back home here, and
over to Aunt Gastonia's too, so next thing I know I
jess has to sleep, and that's all I done that night.
Come 'bout mornin I look up and see where I
am, in the bus, and can't believe it, and say to my-
self "Now that's why I'se bouncin so dadblame
much." And I look over to brother, and he's still
sleepin and's got the whole back sofa to hisself
and's all stretched out loose and peaceful, and I'se
pleased to see him sleep so 'case I know he must be
tired. And I look out the window.
And you know, I never seed anything so pow'ful
grand and big, and I seed pow'fuller and grander
things since then, all the way to Californy. What I
seed then was J'ess like when the first time I seed
the world I tell you. It was a great river with a tree
shore on both sides, and poureds a whole power of
water betwixt the land about a mile long, and then
it spread out yonder all flat I guess for to pass off
to the sea. Way yonder on a hill they was a big old
white house with posts on the porch like I seed the
night before, a ancestrial home of a General retired
hero of Appamatoxburg like brother said, and on
the other side of the river I seed a grand and fear-
some housetop, all white and round and jess like a
handsome cup upside down, with little bitty far
away trees and tiny little roofs rounderneath it.
The man in front said to his wife, "Yonder's the
Capitol dome darling" and point to it, and that's
what it was. And they was the finest, softenest
wind blew in from the land to the river, and make
everything ripple and jump in the water all over,
most peaceful. The sun shine on that grand fine
Capitol dome and hit flush on a streamer 'at's tied
to a gold pole way on top of it, and do it dazzly,
too. All that land I told you we done roll over in
the bus all night, here we was in the middle of it,
case they never was a town so white and so laid
out grand, and brother woke up and said "Thii
here is the city of Washingion the nation's capitol
where the President of the United States of Amer-
ica and ever'body is," and he rub his eyes, and I
look close and can see they's a heap of things goin
on yonder in Washington 'case I hear it hum all
over when the bus slow down at the river red light
and I put my head out the winuow to watch. Well,
and I never seed such a big sky, and so many fine,
solemn clouds as passed over Washington of the
United States 'at mornin.
After that, grandpa, I didn't get to sleep much. It
was mighty hot inside the city of Washington when
we stopped there and had to change to another bus
'at said NEW YORK on it, and crowded? Ever-
'body in the world lined up for that New York bus,
and sat inside sweatin. I couldn't sleep no more ex-
cept on brother's arm, and had to sit up straight in
that back sofa and drop my head over most un-
comfortable, and his poor shoulder was so hot.
Busdriver man say "Baltimore next stop," but run
off to do somethin else instead and don't come
back fthe longest time. Well, I wished we was
back on that NIGHT bus in the WILDERNESS.
Babies was cryin all up and down the bus, and felt
jess as bad as I did I guess. I look out the window
and all I see is the wall on one side, and the wall
th'other side, and the sun beat down on the roof,
and whew! it was so daggone hot I was sickish. I
say to myself "Why don't nobody open a window
in here?" and I look around and ever'body's
sweatin but don't make a move for the window. I
say to Slim "Less open a window or we's dead."
And Slim pull and tug and rassle at that window,
but can't bulge it one bit. "Phew!" he say. "Th'
must be one of them modern air-conditioned buses.
Phew!" Slim say "Less go, bus, and blow some air
in here." And a man up front turn around and give
us a look, then he try to open his window, and
can't bulge it, and sweat and cuss over it. Here
come a big soldier-man and he reach out and give
that window one big pull-up, and it don't bulge
none. So ever'body look straight ahead and go on
sweatin.
Well, you know that busdriver man come back
and seed Slim pullin some more at that win ow,
and he said "Please leave the windows alone, this
happens to be an air-conditioned bus" and he turn
on a button up front when he start the bus, and I
tell you the finest cool air began to blow all over
that bus, only thing is, ever'body got cold in a min-
ute and the sweat turns on me like ice water. So
Slim, he tugged at that window again to get some
hot air back in, but couldn't do it, and we look thu
the window at them beautiful green fields, and
Slim said they was MARYLAND, and wished he
was settin in the sunny grass. I reckon ever'body
felt the same way too.
Grandpa, travelin ain't the easiest and pleas-
ingest thing in the world but you shore gets to see
many innerestin things and don't go 'bout it back-
wards neither.
When we got to Philadelphia folks got out the
bus and me and Slim got ourselves a new seat
smackdab up front in the driver's window, and
bought-up some ice-cold soda orange and ain't
nothin better when you feel sickish. Slim said "We
can sit up front now because we crossed the
Mason Dixie line," and I axed him what that was,
and he said it was the line of the law for Jim Crow,
and when I axed him who Jim Crow was, he said
"That's you, boy."
"I ain't no Jim Crow anyhow," I told him,
"'case you know my name is Pictorial Jackson."
"Oh," says Slim, "is that so? Well, I never
knowed that, uh-huh. Looky-here Jim," he said,
"don't you know about the law that says you can't
sit in the front of the bus when the bus runs below
the Mason Dixie line?"
"What for yo-u call me Jim?"
"Now Jim!" he says, and cluck-cluck at me sol-
emn. "You mean to tell me you don't know about
that line?"
"What line?" I say. "I ain't seed no such a line."
"What?" he say. "Why, we just crossed it back
there in Maryland. Didn't you see Mason and
Dixie holdin that line across the road?"
"Well," I says, "did we run over it or underneath
it?" and I'se tryin to recollect such a thing but jess
cain't. "Well," I say, "I guess I musta been sleepin
then."
And Slim laugh. and push my hair, and slap his
knee. "Jim, you kill me!"
"What did that line look like?" I axed him, 'case
I wasn't old enough to know it was a joke yet, you
see. Well, Slim said he didn't know what such a
line looked like neither on account he never seed it
any more than I did.
"But there is such a line, only thing is, it ain't on
the ground, and it ain't in the air neither, it's jess in
the head of Mason and Dixie, 'ess like all other
lines, border lines, state lines, parallel thirty-eight
lines and iron Europe curtain lines is all jess 'mag-
inary lines in people's heads and don't have nothin
to do with the ground."
Grandpa, Slim said that jess as quiet, and didn't
call me Jim no more, and said to hisself "Yes sir,
that's all it is."
The busdriver man come back, and said "All
aboard for NEW YORK" and like I tell you 'bout
travelin and not goin backwards, we jess went for-
wards. Whoo! Straight ahead was that New York
road, and all the traffic of the cars cuttin in and
out, zoom, zip, but that driver man Jess sit at that
wheel 'thout movin a muscle and look right ahead
and push his big machine straight on thu as fast as
lie can go. Anybody come out of a side street and
see us comin, why they jess freeze right up and let
us come by. That bus man jess cleared the wav for
hisself, he don't care. The others don't care neither
case the jess barely miss us and go zip thisaway
and zip thataway after they miss. I reckon his bus
couldn't ever stop if somebody got dead in the way.
and then you couldn't find their pieces if he did,
and couldn't look for the pieces except in the next
county. Grandpa, you never seed such drivin and
breezin along and ever'body so nonchalant about
it, and so sure. I tell you, I couldn't look.
Slim, he was asleep again and this time his head
dropped on my arm jess like mine done on his arm
in Washington, and slept like that with his eyes
closed right in front of the window and here's that
bus man carryin him on thu all that road jess as
faithful as you please. Slim wasn't scairt none, nor
flinched awake or asleep. Well, I shore did love
him a whole lot jess then, and said to myself, "Pic,
you had no call bein scairt last night when he come
and carried you thu the woods and told you not to
worry. Now, Pic, you gotsa grow up this minute for
Slim. You ain't no country boy now."
So I look straight ahead thu the window, and
there we go north to NEW YORK in that tremen-
jous bus.
9. FIRST NIGHT IN NEW YORK
NOW I GOTSA TELL YOU 'BOUT EVER'THING hap-
pened in New York and how it happened so fast I
jess barely had time to see what New York was
like. You see, we come in I believe May 29th to
stay and three days later we was all balled up and
got to go on the road again, so you see how quick
people has to live up in New York and how we
was.
When I seed New York was from that bus, and
Slim poked me up from the seat and said "Here we
are in New York" and I looked and the sun was
red all over, I looked again, and rubbed my eyes to
wake up, for grandpa, we was goin over a long big
bridge at run over a whole sight of rooftops and all
I has to do is took down to see the chillun runnin
betwixt the houses below, Slim said it wasn't New
York yet, jess the HOBOKEN SKYWAY he said,
and pointed up ahead to show me New York. Well
I jess could barely see a whole heap of walls and
lanky steeples way, way off yonder all cloudy in-
side the smoke. Then I looked all round, and
grandpa, it was the most monstrous and tremen-
jous stretch of rooftops and streets, and bridges
and railroads, and boats and water, and great big
things Slim said was gas tanks, and walls, and
junkyards, and power lines, and in the middle of it
set this old swamp 'at's got tall green grass and yal-
ler oil in the water, and rusty rafts long the shore.
It was a sight like I never dreamed to see. And here
come more of it where we turn the bridge, and
ever'th'tng's so smoky and tremendous, and so laid-
out far I can't watch at some least littlest point of it
without I see some more heaped up yonder behind
It in the fog and smoke. Well grandpa, and that
ain't all:-- I told you the sun was red, and that was
Icase jess then the sun was peekin thu a big hole in
the clouds up in Heaven, and was s'endin down
great long sun-fingers ever'whichway from the
hole, and it was all jess so rosy and purty like if n
God come down thu the smoke to see the world.
Well jess before I woked up I guess ever'body in
New York done put on they lights, and I guess it
was dark then, on account now all them lights they
put on was caught feeble and strange in the red
sunlight and everywhere I look was them po lights
burnin up 'lectricity for nothin, deep inside the
streets and the alleys, up on the walls, up on top
the bridges, thisaway in the awful fog and thata-
way on the soft rosv water, and they jess tremble
and shake J'ess like ever'thing's a big old campfire
folks done lit before sundown and didn't dass put
it out yet, 'case they knowed it wasn't no real day
for long. Well, next thing you know, the sun turn
purple and blue and leave j'ess one peel of fire on
the cloudbank, and it gets almost dark.
Slim say, "Ah me it's May again. Wish't I could
go someplace tonight," and I say "Ain't we goin no
place?"
And he say, "I mean someplace where all the
boys and girls have their fun. Ain't never seen nor
found such a place all my born days. It's what
them boys is thinkin 'bout right now."
"What bovs is that?" I say, and he point to New
York and say "The boys in the J'allhouse tonight."
Grandpa, I axed him last time if he was in the jail-
house in New York and he said yes, he was busted
one time but he didn't do nothin wrong, his friend
did. He said his friend was in that 'ailhouse still,
and wasn't no better than him.
Well, now I told you how fearsome and grand
New York was when I first seed it, and that ain't
all. The bus come down into a tunnel and whoosh!
it and ever'body else go barrelin along the walls,
and it warn't dark in there but bright as you like
and all lit-up jolly. "Now we's under the Hudson
River," brother say, "arrd wouldn't it be somethin
if that river bust thu and come down on our
heads?" I didn't dass guess 'bout that till we come
out the other side, and when we did I plum forgot
to guess, and I reckon most folks is like that, ain't
they grandpa, till the day such a thing happen to
them? The bus come out that LINCOLN TUN-
NEL it was called, and a great yaller light shine up
the front of it, and ain't nobody but one man
walkin on the street, and I look at him and he look
at me too. Well, I guess that man said to hisself
"There's a little boy comin to New York for the
first time and cain't do nothin but gawk at a man
like me 'at's so busy in New York and got so many
things to do."
And here we was in New York, and it didn't
look half grand now we was inside it on account
you couldn't see far with all them walls risin clear
up on every side. Well you know, I look straight up
oncet and I look again and don't see but the most
p'culiar brown air in the sky above the tall walls,
and I seed it was on account all the lights of New
York paint-up the nighttime way high yonder, and
do it so much it don't need no more'n a few feeble
stars In it. "Them's skyscrapers," Slim said when
he seed me look up. Well then the bus turn on a
big street, Slim said it was Thirty Four street then I
seed plenty far and a whole great gang of folks and
grandpa it was j'ess so many lights strung out one
after 'nother, and up. and down, and trembly
along the walls, and red, and blue, and all the folks
and the car traffic acting jess like ants as far as
your eye can see. Grandpa, all the folks you do see,
and things they do, and all the streets you do see,
and the places there is, and whilst you gotsa keep
in mind all the folks and streets you don't see, at's
round the corner and way yonder ever'whichaway,
and up in the skyscrapers, and down in the subway
---well, you can see how t'ain't pos'ble to make a
body unnerstand it lessen they done come and
looked for theirselves.
The biis stop, and me and Slim got off and went
down the street to the subway, which is a tunnel
train there underneath New York at ever'body
takes to git where they's goin the fastenest best
way. "Bus is fast in the countrv but's too slowed-
up in this town," Slim say. We pay the man when
we pav the gate-machine, and get on the train
when the door-machine bring the door open, and
get inside and set and let the train-machiiie run
along the rail. Wasn't nobody around to run the
doggone thing 'case I looked up front and wasn't
nobody steerin it. And I knowed we went fast and I
wasn't fooled by no dark.
Brother and me got off at Hundred Twenty Five
street in Harlem.
"We's just around the corner from home, old-
timer," Slim say to me, "so you see we made it
after all." Well then we come upstairs on the street
and it's all as jolly and brightly as Thirty Four
street, and grandpa, here we was a hunnerd streets
up along the city, so you can see how New York
never gets to be near the country as you go along
it.
"Stand right still whilst I wash your face for
Sheila," Slim said, and he stopt me on the street in
front of the water-bubbler and rub off my mouth
with his handkerchief and great big crowds of folks
walks by and it's a nice warm night again and I
shore feels glad we come to New York. "Slim," I
say, "I's shore glad I ain't at Aunt Gastonia's no
more and won't be scairt neither no more." And I
look down the street where we come from and say
to myself, "No, North Carolina ain't round here
no more."
"Well thass the way to talk, soldier," Slim say,
"and just because ever'thing's so fine I'm gonta
buy Sheila a little thing in the store here so's we'll
all have a fine time our first night home."
And we go into a record store at's full of men
fishin through the record racks and 'umpin up and
down while they do so like they jess can't wait.
Ain't nothin but music and noise in there, and a
whole bunch of men out front'umpinjess the same
way. Whoo, what fun! Slim, he went fishin and
jumpin like ever'body else, and come up with a
record, and yelled "Whee! Look what I found!"
and ran to the man and throwed him a dollar.
Then we go around the corner to a street at wasn't
so bright but j'ess as gay and full of folks in the
dark, and run upstairs into a old crumbly hallway,
and knock on the door and push it in.
Well, there was Sheila, and I liked her jess as
quick as I laid my eyes on her. She was a slim
purty gal 'at wore glasses with red hom rims, and a
purty red sweater, and purty green skirt, and fine
jigglets on her wrists, and when we come in she
was standin at the stove makin coffee and readin
the paper all at the same time, and looked at us
s'prised.
"Baby!" Slim yelled out, and run up and hugged
her, and spun her round, and kissed her smack
upon the mouth, and said "Looky yonder your
new son, mother dear, ain't he somethin fine?"
"Is that Pic?" she said, and come over and took
both my hands, and lookt at me down in the eye.
"I can see you've been havin lots of trouble lately
haven't you, little boy," she said, and I don't know
how she could tell that, but she did, and I tried to
smile to show I liked for her to be so nice but I was
jess a little too bashful. "Well won't you smile
sometime?" she said, and I had to go freeze there
so foolish and said but jess "Uh-huh" and look
away. Doggone it!
Then she said "Wasn't that chile cold comin up
here in that little sweater full of holes? And look at
his socks, they're full of holes too. Even his poor
pants in the back here."
"My hat too," I said, and showed her my hole-
hat.
Well, I caught her then and it was her 'at didn't
know whether to laugh or look awful, and she got
red and laughed. I reckon, grandpa, it was because
a boy like me ain't got no call talkin about himself
when a lady's doin that for him, ain't it? Well, she
was the finest soul, and I knowed it jess then by the
way she got red and didn't mind.
Slim said "I'll buy him clothes first thing in the
mornin," and Sheila said "How you gonna do that
without money?" but he jess started that new rec-
ord on the record machine in the corner and you
shoulda seen him clap his hands and walk up and
down with his feet right where he was, and shake
his head and say "Oh where's my horn tonight? Oh
where's my horn tonight?" over and over, and look
up and laugh,, 'case he likes the music so much,
and say "Play that thing Slopjaw!" Grandpa, that
record was by Slopjaw Jones done with a saxo-
phone horn and everybody yellin and bangin the
piano behind him, and you never heard such reck-
less J'umpin and crashin in your ears out there in
the country. Seem like the folks up in the city
wants to have fun and ain't got time for no worry
exceptin when worry catches up with them, that's
when they ain't busy about worryin.
"What do you mean no money?" Slim said, and
Sheila said, "I don't like to tell ou and Slopjaw,
and everybody, and Pic here, but I went and lost
my job day before yesterday because they're tearin
down the building where the restaurant was down
on Madison avenue and puttin up a new office
building."
"Office building?" Slim yelled. "Did you say
office building? What's they goin to do with a office
building? Ain't nobody get to eat in no office
building."
"You talk silly," Sheila said, and look at him
sad. "Why shoo, all they've got to do is go round
the corner to eat in a restaurant."
"Then they put up another office building there
and then where do you go?" said Slim, and then
heaved a sigh. "Doggone it, what are we goin to do
now?" He turned off the record, and looked round
the kitchen, and began walkin up and down in it,
and worried himself to death. I seed then how Slim
had worried before about a lots of things. His face
dragged down awesome and his eyes jess went
starin straight ahead and his bones of his face
stuck out from his cheeks and made him look old.
Poor Slim, I never forget that look on his face
when I think about him now. "Dog-gone," he j'ess
sav, over and over, "dog-gone." Then he look at
Sheila and she didn't know it but his face flinch a
little bit like if they was pain way down deep in his
heart, and he come back to say "Dog-gone!" and
be starin straight ahead after that, and for a long
awesome time. Lord, Lord, Slim always tried so
hard to explain to me and ever'body else the things
on his mind, like he done then. "Dog-gone it, are
we goin to be beat all the time or ever make a livin
around here? When will our troubles end? I'm
tired of bein poor. My wife is tired of bein poor. I
guess the world is tired of bein poor, because I'm
tired of bein poor. Lord a mercy who's got some
money? I know I ain't got some money and that's
for sure, now look" and show his empty pocket.
"You shouldn't of bought that record," Shelia
said.
"Well," he said, "I didn't know then. Now so
where'd this money go that folks is supposed to
live on? I'd jess be satisfied if I had a field of my
own I could jess grow things in and wouldn't need
no money, and wouldn't worry it,hat folks had it.
not records neither. But I ain't got a field and I
need money to eat. Well where am I goin to get
this money? I gotsa get a job. Yes, a job, gotsa get,
I-got-a-git-a-job. Sheila," he call out, "first thing in
the mornin I am goin out and find me a job. You
know how I'm sure I can get one? Because I need
one. You know why I need a job? Because I ain't
got no money." And he went on like that, and got
hisself all 'volved in talk, and come round again to
worry some more. "Shelia, I shore hope I get a job
tomorrow."
"Well," Sheila said, "I'll have to look for one
too."
"It's so hard to get a ob that you can't stick to
all your life," Slim said. "I wish I could get a job
playin tenor in a club and make my livin that way,
and express myself with that horn. Show ever'body
how I feel by the way I play, and make them see
how happy I can be and ever'body can be. Make
them learn how to enjoy life and do good in life
and unnerstand the world. A whole lot of things.
Play sometimes about God, by the way I can make
my horn pray in the blues and get down on my
knees to signify. Play in such a way as to show
ever'body how hard a man tries all the time, and
make somebody learn that. I want to be like a
schoolteacher with that horn, or like a preacher,
but show ever'body that jess a musician can do so
simple a thing as take a horn in his hand, and blow
in it, and finger the stops, yet be a preacher and a
schoolteacher in the result of what he's doin. I tear
my heart out wherever I go. All over this country
I've been, and ain't been liked because I was col-
ored, by people who don't mind their own personal
business, and don't want me to do good, but I've
tore my heart out with that horn. That horn is the
only way people come to listen to me. They won't
talk on the street, but they'll clap and yell hooray
when I'm on the bandstand, and smile at me. Well
I smile back, I ain't cool about people, nor cool
about nothin. I like to respond and listen and be
with people. I feel good most of the time, and do it.
Lord a Mercy, I sure wantsa live and have my
place in the world like they call it and I'm ready to
work if I can only work with my horn, because
that's the wav I like to work and I don't know how
to run a machine. Well, I ain't learned yet anyway,
and like my horn better, I do. Ar-tist, I'm a ar-tist,
jess like Mehoodi Lewin and the columnist in the
paper and whoozit. I got a million ideas and can
shore pour them out of that horn, and I ain't doin
so bad pourin them without the horn. Sheila," he
say to her, "less eat some supper and worry about
everything tomorrow. I'm hungry and want my
strength back. Throw some beans in there, and
after supper make a lunch for tomorrow noon-
time."
"I'll have to make one for myself," Sheila said,
and then they wondered what was to happen to me
tomorrow, and Slim decided for me to go with him
to look for work and we could eat the lunch to-
gether. "Make it a big one. You got bread? Throw
somethin between that bread and that'll be fine.
Wished we had a coffee mug. You got a coffee
mug? Thermidor you say? Well, thermidor it shall
be, with the coffee hot. Pic," he said to me, "you
and me ain't even started travelin together is we?
We just come four and fifty miles and here we go
again. Eat, then we go to sleep and get up early.
Got a nice old sweater of mine for you tomorrow,
and clean socks. Well, we'll make it again. Here we
go. Ladies and gentlemen, look out. Look out for
your boy!" he shouted, and closed his eyes a min-
ute, and stood like that.
Well, that was the first night in New York, and
shore 'joyed the supper, and us sittin round the
table till ten at night, talkin and recollectin and
Sheila told about when she was my age in Brook-
lyn, and all such fine things went on of gabbin to-
gether in the nighttime, and me lookin forward to
what happen next ever'time I look out the window
at New York. I say to myself, "Pic, you left home
and come into New York!"
I had me a fine cot-bed to sleep on all night.
But that next day wasn't so pleasin as this first
night.
10. HOW SLIM LOST TWO JOBS IN ONE OR
I'LL NEVER FORGET THAT DAY because so many
things happened all at oncet. Started off, me and
Slim got up jess as the sun come back red, and he
cooked up some eggs and breakfast so's Sheila
could sleep some more. Grandpa, ain't nothin bet-
ter in the world like eggs and breakfast in the
mornin because your taster ain't worked all night
and everything comes so chawy and smells so fryin
good it makes a body wish he could eat ever-
'body's breakfast all up and down the street seven
times, ain't it the truth? When we come down on
the street and I seed all them men eatin more eggs
and breakfast in the corner store I wished I could
eat all the breakfasts in New York City. It was a
cool mornin and wasn't but six o'clock. I had my
new socks, and Slim's black sweater, and Sheila
done sewed up the holes in my pants, and I was all
set. And you know the first thing happened? We
was standin in the doorway and Slim was readin
the newspaper want ads, and it was mighty chill,
and keen, and ever'body come by to get to the
work-bus coughin and spittin and shore looked
mis'ble from work in New York City, and some of
them was readin the papers with the most gloomy
disappointed look like ifn the papers complained
jess what they hankered to see, and here come a
man out of that crowd who knew Slim. "Well there
daddyo," he said, and showed Slim the palm of his
hand, and Slim showed him his, and they touched
up like that. "Don't tell me you're lookin for a job
again," the man said, and Slim told him he was
shore enough.
"Well, I declare, I got a job for you. You know
my brother Henry. He ain't got up yet this mornin.
I jess talked to him. I say Henry, ain't you sup-
posed to go to work in that cookie factory down on
whatzit street? And he hid under the pillow and
says, yes I guess so, uh-huh, but don't move a
bone. I say Henry, ain't you gettin up? Henry! Well
now Henry? Hey, yoo-hoo, Henry? That man just
made up his mind to sleep, that's all," and Slim's
friend walked off ten feet and come back again.
"Do you think he'll be fired?" Slim axed him cu-
rious, and the man said "Henry? Will he be fired?"
Dog my cats if he don't walk off again and come
back. "You mean Henry?" and he looked away,
and shook his head, and felt too tired to do any-
thina but hanc, his head. "Shooee, he's got the
world record for that. He's been fired more times
than he's been hired."
"What's the address of this place?" Slim said,
and the man knew it and gave it to us, and made
another couple funny jokes and said "Lookout for
the boogieman" when me and Slim took off for the
job factory. Well, he was all right.
We took the subway, then walked down a street
to the river and there was the cookie factory. It
was jess a great big old place with chimbleys and
lots of machines thunderin inside, and gave out a
mighty sweet smell that made us smile. "Why this
will be a good job," Slim said, "'cause it smells so
good," and we 'umped up the steps and come in
the office. The boss was there by the punchin clock
and was wonderin where was Henry, I guess. We
waited on a bench a half hour, then the boss said
Slim had better start workin all right because no-
body was never goin to show up. Slim had to
spend some time writin papers, so he told me to
wait in the park across the street till noon and then
come in for lunch with him. And there he was
straight into a job right off quick.
"Sheila'll be happy," I said to myself, and
knowed it.
I waited all mornin in that park. It was a tiny
park with a iron rail and some bushes, and swings
and such, and jess sat most of the time watchin at a
couple other children, and figurin life. I made
friends with a little white boy who came into the
park with his mother. He was all fine lookin in a
blue suit with gold buttons, and knee high stock-
ins, and a red huntin hat. He had a most admirable
way of talkin and settin hisself on the bench. His
mother read a book on the other bench and smiled
at us kindly.
"And why are you waltin here?" he axed me,
and I said "My brother works in that factory over
yonder."
He says "Why do you say over yonder, are you
from Texas in the West?"
"Texas in the West?" I said. "No, I don't come
from up there, I'm from North Carolina." "Are
there any cowboys there?" he axed, and I lied and
said there was, and we talk. I liked that boy a
whole lot. We'd a talked more but he had to go
home quick. We was fixin to have a race but he
left. Why, he had the goldenest hair and the clear-
est blue eyes, and I never seed him again.
Well at noon I went up to the factory, and seed
Slim by the window with a shovel. All I had to do
was sit on a barrel outside the window which was
open, and watch Slim till it was time for us to eat.
Well, he was workin so fast he didn't even see
me, and when he did, all he had time to do was
yell. He bent over with the shovel, and dug into a
truckload of fudge, and heaved it up on a belt that
rolled around from wheels and carried the fudge
clear down the other end of the factory. Before it
hit a big roller Slim flatted out the fudge with his
hands, then it rolled under and got to be like a
sheet of fudge, and then got pieced full of holes by
a knife machine 'at jabbed down and made
cookies. Slim had to shovel up and then drop the
shovel and hurry to use his hands, so's he never
could stop one minute because the belt kept
turnin. One time he blew his nose and the man
down the wav said "Send up some more of that
chocolate," thass how fast ever'body worked and
the rollers rolled. The sweat jess fell from Slim's
head and fell in the fudge, and he couldn't do
nothin about it, had no time to dry himself. Then a
man rolled up another truckload of fudge, only
this time it was vanilla and all white and purty, and
Slim jess stuck that old chocolate shovel in there
and hauled it up, all streaky. When he spread the
fudge with his hands he looked straight ahead and
said "Phew!" because that was the only time he
stoop up straight enough to talk to himself. That
shore was some hard job and I knowed it.
Slim yelled to me "If I stop one second my arms
are going to knot up round my neck from Charley
Horse!" and 'umped back in the fudge. One time
he said "Ow!" and one time he said "Whee!" and
another time I heard him say "Oh Lord a mercy,
I'll never eat a cookie again."
Twelve o'clock, a big whistle blew and all them
machines slowed down and ever'body walked off.
But Slim, he only leaned there on the post and
wiped his head and looked at his hands. Next thing
you know, his right hand curled up and reached
around for his wrist, and he said it was a cramp.
Then half of his whole arm curled up like he was
showin his muscles, but he wasn't, it was j'ess an-
other cramp, and he pushed it back and forth and
looked at it, and sighed, and cussed.
Well, he came out and we ate the lunch on the
office steps in the hot sun. "I hope my arms are
better for this afternoon," he said, and was glum
and didn't say much more, even when I told him
about the little boy I met. Come about one o'clock
that big whistle blew again and Slim went back to
work.
I watched again. Well, you know, that poor man
couldn't grip the shovel when he reached for it, his
fingers was so stiff. When he did close his fingers
over it his arms began to shake and had no
strength in them, and he couldn't hold the shovel
at all. The man down the fudge-belt yelled "Start
up that vanilla will you? We ain't got all day." Slim
called out to the boss and showed him his arms.
Both of them stood shakin their heads and thinkin
about this, because it was sad, and Slim tried again
to grip the shovel and couldn't do it, and the boss
rubbed his arm some, but Slim jess couldn't con-
trol his arms no more. They were red, and hot, and
hurt him. Well, he wiped his hands with a rag, and
they talked some, then by and by Slim came out
the office door and joined me.
"What happened?" I axed him.
"I jess can't work any more today, my arms is
tied in a knot." And that's all he said, and we went
home with one mornin's pay in a envelope, $3.50.
Sheila came home at five o'clock, and hadn't
found a job. Slim told her what happened and we
ate supper most silent.
Well, it was the first time I seen Slim gloomy.
"Well I'll tell you," he said after supper, and jess
soaked his hands in the hot water, "I don't like
them kind of jobs like I had today. I can't shovel
fast enough to keep with no rollin belt like that and
I used to be a prizefighter too. I don't like to sink
my hands in no whole tub of fudge. Do you make
your own cookies, gal, or buy it? Shoo, what's I
goin to do with a thirty-five-dollar paycheck any-
how when the groceries theirselves cost about
twenty, and the rent's took up the rest. I can't be
shovelin that doggone stuff up and down myself
just so's ever'body can't pay extra bills and can't
buy a hat, and my arms get so tired they hang like
a broken branch in the tree. I don't want to com-
plain all the time, but shucks almighty no matter
how much I love the world and get my kicks every
live-long day, and I think Pic here loves the world
and gets his innocent joys every day, and you love
the world and feel fine in the mornin, it jess ain't
the same when there's no dough and the house is
black with money debts. It's like a closet you have
to sit in, doggone it, 'stead of a house."
"Well, you're just tired today," said Sheila, and
she kissed him on the ear and gave him a fine purty
'delook, and trotted off to make coffee on the
stove. I reckon Sheila loved Slim like she was his
slave. He didn't have to do anything but sit there,
and Sheila loved him fine, and watched him, and
never passed him in the house without she touched
him and sometimes winked at him.
Well, it was mostwise a glum evenin, like you
can see, but somethin else happened jess then.
A tall man all well dressed and smilin come in
the door, and whoopeed:- "Slim you old tadpole,"
and ever'body began laughin and forgot their
troubles for then. "You know why I'm here, man?"
said the man, his name was Charley, and Slim lit
up bright and said "You mean?"
"Yes, thass right, a job, and not only that I got a
horn for you."
"A horn? A horn? My kingdom for a horn! Less
go!" and we all went downstairs to the street.
Some other man was in the car that had the horn
in it, and Slim took the horn out the case and
blooped in it a little bit, right on the sidewalk, and
felt jess grand. "Where we blow?" he said, and
Charley said it was at the Pink Cat Club. "Do I
have to wear a suit?" Charley said he shore did
have to because the boss man at the Pink Cat was
jess complete persnickety about such things and
wouldn't pay Slim no five dollars if he didn't like
him.
"Well hoe-down! Here we go for five dollars
Sheila baby," Slim said, and ran upstairs as fast as
he could run to put on his suit. Sheila hurried and
put on a nice dress, and brushed me up some, and
here we was all goin to the Pink Cat Club together
not five minutes after Slim had sat so glum and
sad. Grandpa, life ain't happy, and then it's happy,
and goes on like that till you die, and you don't
know why, and can't ask nobody but God, and He
don't say nothin, do He? Grandpa, Slim and Sheila
was so fine that night I knowed God was on their
side jess then, and I thanked Him. Ain't I right,
grandpa, to pray when I feel grateful and glad like,
I did then? Well, that's what I done.
The man zipped that car, and ever'body was
glad, and it started rainin but nobody paid it mind,
and we got to the club real early and set parked in
front of it a minute whilst Slim and the men had
theirselves a smoke and talked. We was still in
Harlem about thirty streets up along the way, and
it still looked likejess where we lived. The rain got
on the street and made the purtiest manner of red
and green lights, jess like a Arabian Nights and
made rainbows. It was a fine rainy night for Slim
to start workin inside that club in, and for me and
Sheila to hear him. Well we shore had fun in that
car. Slim took out the horn again and went
"BAWP" with it to try out the lowliest note and
then tried a run up and down,the middle notes,
and finished up with a little high "BEEP" and
ever'body laughed. "Ouch my fingers," Slim said.
Those two fellows was fine fellows, Charley and
th'other man, 'case they shore admired Slim and
watched.
"Only thing, Slim," Charley said, "that suit of
yours is a little beat." Slim's suit was his onliest
suit, and it was a old blue coat with the whitebelly
insides showin out under the arms, and there was a
rip in the pants he didn't have time to sew up.
Charley said "I know it's the only suit but this Pink
Cat joint is s'posed to be a cocktail lounge, you
know, nobody's satisfied anymore with a regular
old saloon."
"Well," Slim laughed, and didn't care, "less go
play some music."
And we all went in the Pink Cat Club suit or no
suit, on time or early or what-all, you know. Well,
it was early. The boss wasn't there yet. The band-
stand wasn't lit up. Folks was drinkin at the bar
and playin the big jukebox machine and talkin low.
Slim ran up the bandstand, and clicked on the
light. "Come on Charley, let's have some piano."
Charley allowed it was too early and hung back
shy, but Slim allowed no such thing and dragged
him up there. Charley said the other boys in the
band wasn't here yet but it made no difference to
Slim. The other man that was with us, he was the
drummer, and didn't say nothin, but just sat down
behind Slim and knocked the drum and chewed
his gum. Well, when Charley seen this he decided
to sit down at the piano and play the music too.
Sheila bought me a Coca-Cola and made me sit
down in the corner by myself to watch. She stood
up right in front of Slim whilst he played his first
number and didn't ever move from there till he
was finished, and he played the whole first song to
her. He blew in the horn, and moved his poor
fingers, and I tell you grandpa he made the purtiest
deepdown horn-sound like when you hear a big
New York City boat way out in the river at night,
or like a train, only he made it sing up and down
melodious. He made the sound all trembly and
sad, and blew so hard his neck shaked all over and
the vein popped in his brow, as he carried along
the song in front of the piano, and the other man
swisht the drum with the broom brushes soft and
breezy. And on they went. Slim never took his eye
away from Sheila till the middle of the song, then
he remembered me and looked across the room
and pointed the horn at me and play extra purty to
show me how good he could play even though his
hands was hurt and he couldn't work in that old
cookie factory. Then he turned the horn back to
Sheila and finished the song with his head way
down on the mouthpiece and the horn against his
shoe, and stood like that bowed.
Well you know, ever'body at that bar clapped,
and was excited too, and one man said "You
blowed that one, son," and I could see they liked
Slim better and shut down that jukebox by all
means.
Sheila come over and sat with me, and there we
was, right by the window and could see the purty
lights out on the wet street, and see the whole bar
and all the folks in front of us, and the bandstand
perfect. Now Slim beat down his feet real fast and
the drummer man walloped one, and off they went
and jumped. Whoo! Slim jess grabbed that horn
and hoisted it up and blew with all his might and
moved his head from side to side with his jaws
workin hard and fast like workin with his hands
that day. When I seen that I realized how strong
Slim was all over, and made of iroii.
Ever'body at the bar 'umped when they heard
him.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes," yelled that man at the bar
and grabbed his hat and hung on to it and stepped
up and down in front of ever'body jazzy. He shore
could make his feets go, that gen'l'man. Well, he
was dancin to Slim.
Slim, he was walkin up and down where he was
and jess carryin along that jump-song goin as fast,
well, like that bus I was tellin you about earlier. He
was pushin the horn to go ever' old way zippin
here and zoopin there, he then all drawed-out him-
self on one breath way high up, and threw it way
down "BAWP" and back again in the middle, and
the drummer-man looked up from his crashing
sticks and yelled "Go Slim!" jess like that. Charley,
he was poundin on the piano with all his fingers
spread, blam, jess when Slim is catchin his breath,
and blam again when Slim comes back. Grandpa,
Slim had more breath than ten men and could go
on all night like that. Wow, I never heard anything
like it, and anybody makin some noise and music
by himself. Sheila, she jess sat there grinnin at her
old Slim and knocked her hands together under
the table to the beat of the drum. Well, I done the
same thing. I shore wished I could dance right
then.
"Go, go, go!" yelled that man with the hat and
flipped himself back and pawed at the air with his
arms and said "Great-day-in-the-mornin!" jess as
loud as a big old fog-horn 'bove the noise. Whee,
he was funny.
Well now Slim was startin to sweat because no-
body wanted to stop, and he didn't wantsa stop
neither and blew right on in that horn till the sweat
begun pourin down his facejess like it did over the
shovel in the mornin. Oh, he jess watered that
bandstand from sweat. He didn't ever run out of
anything to play ever'time he crossed from one end
of the song to th'other, and had a hunnerd years in
him of it. Oh, he was grand. That song lasted
twenty minutes and the folks at that bar got out in
front of the bandstand and clapped in time for
Slim in one great bigj'umpin gang. I couldjess see
Slim over their heads with his face all black and
wet and like he was cryin and laughin all at the
same time, only his eyes was closed and he didn't
see them but jess plain knew they was there. He
was holdin, and pushin that horn in front of him
like it was his life he was rasslin with, and jess as
solemn about it, and unhappy. And ever' now and
then he made it laugh too, and ever'body laughed
along with it. Oh, he talked and talked with that
thing and told his story all over again, to me, to
Sheila and ever'body. He jess had it in his heart
what ever'body wanted in their hearts and they lis-
tened to him for some of it. That crowd rocked
under him, it was like the waves and he looked like
a man makin a storm in that ocean with his horn.
One time he let out a big horselaugh with his horn,
and hung on to it when ever'body yelled to hear
more, and made all kinds of designs with it till it
didn't sound like a horselaugh no more but a
mule's heehaw. Well, they axed him to hold that
but he moved on to a high, long drawed-out whis-
tle that sounded like a dog whistle and pierced into
my ears, but after awhile it didn't pierce no more
but jess was there like everything was made
dizzy like Slim felt from holdin that long note. It
made you sympathize before he jumped on down
back to reg'lar notes and made ever'body jump
and laugh again.
A bunch of new folks come in and Slim seen
them and decided to end the song there.
It wasn't time to play yet anyhow. He wiped
himself with a towel from the kitchen and we all
sat down together in the corner, with Charley and
the drummer-man. A man come over from the bar
and axed Slim if he ever played with a big band.
"Ain't I seen you with Lionel Hampton or Cootie
Williams or somebody?" Slim said no, and the
man said: "You ought to be with a big band and
start makin yourself some money. You don't want
to play for peanuts in a place like this all your life,
with a taped-up horn. Go down see an agent."
"Agent?" Slim said. "Is that who you see to
work with a band?" Slim was s'prised and didn't
know any of these things.
Another man come by, and laughed, and shook
Slim's hand, and walked back to the bar, jess like
that without talkin.
This was how they liked Slim, and what a real
fine musician he was.
Well, here come the boss walkin in at nine
o'clock, and the rest of the band is with him, in-
cludin the leader, who was Charley's older brother,
and they all get ready to go on the bandstand. But
that big sharped-up boss man seen Slim's tear
under his coat and said, "Haven't you got a better
suit than that? No? Can't you borrow one from
one of these boys?" Ever'body looked at ever'body
else, and talked about it, and come to figure there
wasn't but one suit they could loan him, only it
was down in Baltimore. Well, Baltimore is a long
ways off, and the boss had to admit it when he
thought about it, but he jess didn't seem to like the
idea of Slim in that poor awful suit. He hedged and
hawed about it, and began shakin his head after
awhile, and I began to see Slim's chance to make
five dollars was all ready to go wrong. Slim seen
that, and argued with the boss. He said "It don't
make no difference, nobody'll see me, looky here
I'll hold my arms down" and showed him.
"Well," said that boss, "I know but I'm havin a
big holiday crowd tonight and it'll be pretty ioney
as it gets in the later hours, and it just wouldn't
look good, don't you see. It's just not, ah, hem, the
thing." And if you ask me, grandpa, I'd say he
wanted to save that five dollars anyhow. One of
the boys in the band was sick and Slim was only
takin his place, and the boss figured he didn't need
nothin or nobody, and didn't.
So out we went, Slim, Sheila and me, to go
home, and walked it this time, in the rain. And you
know the first thing Slim said?:- "I didn't really
get goin on that horn tonight," and that was what
he was worried about. Sheila didn't say nothin, but
jess held Slim's arm and marched along with him,
and enjoyed the walk, and seemed gay.
Well, Slim asked her what she was so gay about,
and she told him. You know how poor they was,
and the money worries they had that very day, and
the rent comin up in a day or two like Slim said.
And you know how Slim was always talkin about
Californy, and seemed to hint to Sheila about her
comin there with him. I didn't tell you. but he
come from Californy to marry her before he come
to get me, and was out there most of the time since
he left North Carolina in his boyhood. Well, Sheila
took all that and wrapped it up in one package for
Slim, like a Christmas present, and said "Let's use
that hundred dollars in my girdle and go to Cali-
fornia. I'll tell mv mother we have to do it and
can't help it. We'll stay at my sister's house in San
Francisco to start with. Then we can get jobs, there
as well as here I guess. What do you think"'
"Baby," laughed Slim and hugged her, "that's
just what I want to do."
And that's how we come to decide to go to
Californy, on that day Slim lost two jobs.
11. PACKING FOR CALIFORNY
WE SPENT TWO WHOLE DAYS PACKIN. Sheila's
mother lived right around the corner and come to
visit us three, four times to argue with Sheila about
goin to Californy cold like that. Seems Sheila's
family lived in New York so long, with such long
jobs, they didn't believe in traipsin around the
country like that, and once tried to stop Sheila's
sister from goin to Californy, that was Zelda, the
one we was goin to live with out there. But Slim
said, "New York people are always afraid to move
from where they are. Californy is the place to be,
not New York. Didn't you ever hear that song Cal-
iforny Here I Come, Open Up That Golden Gate?
All that sun, and all that land, and all that fruit,
and cheap wine, and crazy people, it don't scare
you so much when you can't get a job because
then you can always live some way if you even just
eat the grapes that fall off the wine trucks on the
road. You can't pick no grapes off the ground in
New York, nor walnuts either."
"Now who's talkin about eatin grapes and wal-
nuts?" yelled Shella's mother. "I'm talkin about a
roof over your head." She was a woman of some
level sense.
"You don't need one in Californy because it's
never cold," said Slim, and laughed in his head
gleeful. "Oh, you ain't never seen such nice sunny
days when you don't need a coat most the year
round, and don't have to buy coal to heat your
house, or get overshoes or nothin. And you never
die of the heat in the summer up north in Frisco
and Oakland and thereabouts. I tell you, that's the
place to go. Ain't nowhere else to go in the United
States and it's the last place on the map-after it,
ain't nothin but water and Russia."
"And what's wrong with New York?" Sheila's
mother snapped up.
"Oh, nothin!" Slim pointed out the window.
"Atlantic Ocean is got the Devil for the wind in the
wintertime, and the Devil's son carries it down the
streets so's a man can freeze to death in a doorway.
God brought the sun over Manhattan Island, but
the Devil's cousin won't let it in your window un-
less you get yourself a penthouse a mile high and
you don't dass step out of it for a breath of air for
fear you'll fall that mile, if you could afford a pent-
house. You can go to work, but probabiv wind up
haven two hours left to yourself after a eight-hour
day made into twelve hours by subway, bus, ele-
vated, tube. ferry, escalator, and elevator and
waltin in between, it's so big and hopeless town.
Ain't nothin wrong with New York, nope. Go
around the coi-ner to see your friend after supper,
see if he's there or ten miles downtown wishin he
could see you try to have a ensemble evenin when
your pockets are empty, like any country bov. and
the man'll look for a black-jack in your pants."
That's how he talked about things.
"Future of the United States was always goin to
Californv, and always bouncin back from it, and
always will be."
"Well don't come bouncin back on me if you go
broke out there," said Shelia's mother and said it
to Shelia.
"We're broke as it is," Sheila said, and that
woman her mother shore didn't like any of it.
Well, I didn't tell you about the money, but
there wasn't enough for all three of us to go by bus.
Sheila was goin to have her first baby before six
months so she had to take sixty dollars of the hun-
nerd and go by bus and eat good. Me and Slim, we
had the forty dollars and some more him and
Sheila still had, and because rent was due in two
days we was movin out, and sendin clothes and
dishes in two big old suitcases and a smaller one,
by railroad, and then me and Slim, with that $48,
was hitchhikin to the Coast right away, and eat
good too but be on the bum with our thumbs and
sleep in beds only part of the time, mostly In cars
and trucks and parks in the afternoon.
It shore sounded good and fine to me. But I
didn't know then how far that Californy Coast was.
The last night everything was packed and ready
to go in the mornin and we had coffee in the
kitchen and house looked so bare Slim seemed
most gloomy about it. "Look at this place we've
been livin in. We leave it, someone else comes in,
and life is J'ess a dream. Don't it remind you of old
cold cruel world to look at it? Those floors and
bare walls. Seemed we never lived here, and I
never loved you inside of it."
"We'll make ourselves a new home in Califor-
ny," said Sheila, gladly.
"What I want is a permanent home and spend
our lives in one neighborhood, up on a hill till I get
old and grandpa."
"We'll see," said Sheila, "and pretty soon Pic'll
have a little brother in Californy."
"First we've got to go three thousand and two
hundred miles," sighed Slim, and I remembered
that later. "Three thousand and two hundred
miles," he said, "over a plain, a desert and three
mountain chains and any and all the rain that feels
like fallin down. Praise the Lord." Well, we went to
bed and slept the last night in, that house, and sold
the beds in the mornin. "Now we're out in the
cold," Slim said, and he was right. In the afternoon
we left the house dead empty except for a old bot-
tle of milk, and my North Carolina socks too.
Sheila had her suitcase, and me and Slim had
one suitcase with all our things in it. Off we went,
to the bus station, and bought Sheila's ticket and
waited around for her time to go.
By the time her bus was ready we all felt terrible
sad and scared. "There I go into the night," Sheila
said when she saw that bus that said CHICAGO
on it. "I'm goin and I'll never probably come back
again. It's 'ess like dyin to go to Californy-but
here I come." Grandpa, I ain't forgot that minute.
"It'll be more like livin when you get there,"
Slim laughed, and Sheila said she hoped so. "Don't
let no boys mess with you on that bus," Slim said,
"because you're plumb alone till Pic and me get
there, which I don't know when."
"I'll be waitin for you, Slim," and Sheila begun
cryin. Well, Slim didn't cry but he looked it when
he hugged her. Poor girl-she shore seemed pitiful
that night, and I shore loved her plenty, jess like
Slim said I would on that first night in the woods.
Jess a young mother, and don't know what'll hap-
pen to her on the other side of the country, and all
that nighttime alone in front of her till Slim and I
got there. Jess like the Bible said, A fugitive and a
vagabond shalt thou be in the earth, only she was a
girl. I reached out and touched her cheek, and told
her wait for us in Californy.
"You be extra careful with yourselves hitch-
hikin," she said. "Still seems to me Pic is too little
for such hard travelin, well, and I don't feel right
about it."
But Slim said I'd be safe and sound with him, as
much as he could be by himself, and if he couldn't
make it nobody could. This's how Slim felt, and
was sure, and watched over us. So him and Sheila
kissed, and then she kissed me so soft and sweet,
and in the bus she goes.
"Goodbye Sheila," I said, and waved, and felt
more so terrible lonesome and scairt than when
she cried, and goodbye, goodbye ever'body else
was sayin to ever'body else round the bus, and
grandpa that's how sad it is to travel and roam,
and try to live and go about things, I reckon till the
day you die.
So Sheila went, and was gone, and now me and
Slim had to catch up with her hitchhikin over that
land.
We walked from the bus station to a big lit-up
street called Times Square, and Slim said we was
goin out the way we come in, at the Lincoln Tun-
nel, and hoped that old hole would point us to the
West and nowhere else when we shot out of it.
"First we'll have our Hot Dog Number One on
Times Square," he said.
That's what we done, and grandpa I'll never for-
get that night of Hot Dog Number One on Times
Square, jess about an hour it took us to eat it, be-
fore we hit that road.
12. TIMES SQUARE AND THE MYSTERY OF TELEVISION
THERE WAS A WHOLE LOT OF MEN STANDIN on the
corner of Eighth Avenue and Forty Second in
front of a big gray bank that was closed for the
night. In the middle of the road it was all tore up
from constructin work, and cars bumped by over
the rocky sand along the sidewalk. It was a cold
night for spring, felt more like autumn weather,
and a whole lot of papers blowed by in the wind
and the lights shined ever'whichside and flashed in
that wind like so many eyes twinklin. It was jolly,
and people had to be a wee bit frisky to keep
warm, so they jumped about. Me and Slim bought
the hot dogs and spread some mustard on em, and
strolled over to the corner to see what was goin on
while they cooled a minute.
Lord, there was a couple two, three hunnerd
men on one side of the street. Most of them was
listenin to the speeches of the Salvation Army.
Four Salvations took turns makin speeches, and
while one was speakin the other three jess stood
there like ever'body else lookin up and down the
street to see what else was goin on. Here come a
tall white-haired man of ninety years old clompin
thu the crowd with a pack on his back, and when
he seen ever'body listenin to the speeches he raised
his right hand and said "Go moan for man" as clear
and loud as a foghorn in the wind, and clomped
right on by like he hadn't a minute to stop awhile.
"Where you goin Pop?" a man said in the crowd,
and the old man yelled it back over his head--
"California my boy"-and he was gone around
the corner with that white hair flowin.
"Well," said Slim, "he's not lyin and that's the
tunnel he's headed for."
Then here come a loud siren motorcycle, and
then another, and a third, all screechin together
and escortin the way thu the traffic fo a big black
limousine with a spotlight on it. All the men on the
corner stooped down to see who was in that car.
Me and Slim coulda reached out and touched it
and made it a sign, it was so close. The limousine
slowed in the sand, and started again, and a man
in the crowd yelled "Look out for that Arkansas
clay" and some of the men laughed because here it
was New York clay and not much of it. Well,
wasn't nobody inside the limousine except two,
three men with hats on, you know.
Then, grandpa, the word come floatin by in the
heaven and I was so scairt, I'd never seen no such
thing in all my born days like a word floatin by in
the heaven, but Slim said it was jess a old balloon
with a electric sign on it nudgin down close to
Times Square for ever'body to see. Well, a couple
folks looked up and didn't look s'prised, and I
knowed these New Yorkers was ready and used to
everything. It was a purty balloon, and hovered
around the longest time, and had to fight with the
wind, but tacked and rassled right up there for
Times Square. Not so many folks was lookin at it,
a shame, bein such a purty balloon like that. Well,
my cousins back in Carolina would appreciate it
shore a lot. I know I did. It turned its nose into the
wind, and wobbled, and jess floated back like a
breeze and turned its nose around again and had
to buck on back. It was best when it missed and
ballooned. I couldn't hear what the poor thing
sounded like there was so much fuss below.
A number of things like this was goin on, and
those Salvation Army speechers howled right
itiong in the noise and roar. The Lord this and the
Lord that is all they kept sayin, and I don't remem-
ber exactly, except about burning in the fires of re-
pentance and them talkin to ever'body like they
was sinners. Well, maybe ever'body do be sinners
but it ain't innerestin on the street corner to hear it
challenged, 'case there ain't nobody likely to step
up and confess all his sins in front of the police-
man that's always teeter'n on his heels right there.
What's I goin to explain to the police-man about
the fire I started in Mr. Otis' cornfield that cost
him twenty dollars of feed and nobody ever
knowed it was me. Well, no New York man that
lives right there is goin to step up and tell how he
threw his cigarette away and burned down the hos-
pital in his block, and any such thing. Besides of
which, why don't the speechers go into detail
about their own sins they keep repentin and folks
could work from there and judge. But it grew in-
nerestin when a new man stepped up on the other
side of the corner and started a speech of his own.
He had a much louder voice and drew a bigger
crowd. And it was the shabbiest crowd drew about
him. He was jess a ordinary lookin man in a black
hat, with shiny eyes.
"Ladies and gentlemen of the world, I have
come to tell you about the mystery of television.
Television is a great big long arm of light that
reaches clear into your front parlor, and even in
the middle of the night when there ain't no shows
going on that light is on, though the studio is dark.
Study this light. It will hurt you at first, and bom-
bard your eyes with a hundred trillion electronic
particles of itself, but after awhile you won't mind
it no more. Why?" he yelled way up loud and Slim
said "Yes!" The man said, "Because while electric-
ity was light to see by, this is the light comes not to
see by, but to see-not to read by, but to read. This
is the light that you feel It is the first time in the
world that light has been gathered up from the
sources of light and shot through a tube in a way
that it can be watched and studied instead of
blinked at. And it has taken the shape of men and
women who are real flesh and blood at the studio
but come streaming into your parlor in light with
all their sounds shot in sidetrack. What does this
mean, ladies and gentlemen?"
Well, nobody knowed that, and waited, and
Slim said "Go, man!" and to hear it.
"It means that man has discovered light and is
fiddling with it for the first time, and has released
concentrated shots of it into everyone's house, and
nobody yet knows what the effect will be on the
mind and soul of people, except that now there is a
general feeling of nervousness among some, and
sore eyes, and twitching of nerves, and a suspicion
That because it has come at the same time as the
A T O M there may be an unholy alliance betwixt
one and the other, and both are bad and injurious
and leading to the end of the world, though some
optimists claim it is the opposite of the atom and
many relax the nerves the atoms undid. Nobody
knows!" he moaned way out loud, and looked at
ever'body frank. Well, ever'body was innerested
and paid no attention to the speeches about repent-
ance, and Slim agreed, most amazed.
"And ladies and gentlemen," he said, "it is the
old-time Depression traveling salesman that used
to put his foot in your door and now has got a leg
in your parlor, except he looks so doggone strange
in light you just can't believe his transformation.
And don't think he ain't more nervous than the
Depression days Jiggling behind all that light and
looking out into the unknown America. Yes ladies
and gentlemen and I seen a salesman on television
last night who put on a mask for fun and yet his
eyes looked awfully scared peeking from behind
that mask at a million other better-hidden eyes.
What does this mean?" he demanded, and ever-
'body was ready to kneel to find out, so to speak,
and Slim yelled "Go!" and socked his hands to-
gether.
"The day shall come when one giant brain shall
televize the Second Coming in light and everyone
in the world shall see it in their brains by means of
a brain-television that Christ Himself shall cause
to be switched on In a miracle and no one shall be
spared from knowing the Truth, and everyone
shall be saved forever, and men and women of the
world I warn you, live as best as you can and be
hereinafter kind to one another and that is all there
is to do now. We all know this." And off he trots
jess as calm as you please, and Slim looked after
him with the most satisfied and glad look and
clapped his hands, so that a whole bunch of others
clapped their hands too, and the speecher vanished
in glory. Grandpa, it was as strange as that.
Then the Salvation Army man howled out at us
"Don't you realize the Lord is coming?" and j'ess
then a loud screechin and crashin come down the
street flamin red lights ever'whichway and I
ducked, it was the fire engines barrelin to a fire
with a whole bunch of firemen hangin on to their
hats most solemn and displeased, and goin a hun-
nerd miles a hour. Whoo! that roused us, and Slim
sidd "Whee!" and ever'body shore looked amazed
and innerested then everything got back to normal
and people slouched around bored like always.
Well, it was time to go, and Slim said, "We'll
come back to Times Square sometime, but now we
gotsa go across that night, like the old man with
the white hair, and keep goin till we get on the
other side of this big, bulgin United States of
America and all the raw land on it, before we be
safe and sound by the Pacific Sea to set down and
thank the Lord. Are you ready Pic?" he said, and I
said "Yes," and off we go.
13. THE GHOST OF THE SUSQUEHANNA
IT WAS EIGHT O'CLOCK when we went and stood in
front of the Lincoln Tunnel in all that yaller light,
and it started mistin jess a little, enough to worry
me and Slim even before we was begun on the
road. But for the first time since that time, we got a
ride inside a minute; seemed like the man at the
wheel come around the corner sayin "pleased to
meet you" before we could even show our thumbs.
He lit up with a smile and throwed open the door.
It was a big gigantic yaller truck that said
PENSCO on it, with a tractor-cab in front a good
twelve feet high, and the biggest tires in the world,
and hauled a trailer you couldn't see over of with-
out backin up across the street. A mighty gigantic
thing, that Slim had to throw me up to get in, and
the man cotch me like a football. When I sat up
there it felt like bein in a tree, it was so grand and
high. Slim jumped after, and hauled in that suit-
case that had all our clothes, and here we go.
"Going someplace with your kid brother?" the
driver said. "It don't do for him to get caught in
the rain," and with that he kicked down, and
grabbed two clutches, and socked everything
around and pumped his feet like an organ-player,
and boom! that big truck started to roll and growl,
and bowled down into the tunnel like a mountain.
It was a white man drivin it. His name was Nori-
dews. And he made that tunnel shake and rever-
berate from there to New Jersey.
Not only that he didn't say another word till we
got to Pennsylvania hours later, and all Slim and
me had to do was sit and enjoy the way he throwed
that gigantic machine down the highway. lie was
ever so much stronger than a poor bus, and that is
ik heap of strength. People in the other cars seemed
to quake and wobble when we come by spit-boom
eatin up everything in sight. Only time he stopped
was on a hill, and only stopped passin people then,
didn't stop rollin at all. He had the mightiest
brakes in the world to stop that trailer bumpin us
down the back at ever' red light, and had to kick
for his life on the brakes they handled such power-
ful stops and was so supple. Then the trailer
bucked to a stop, like a mule, and edged along like
it couldn't wait too long at no red light, and the
driver told it to hold fast but it edged along no
lesser. "She's got to go," he said.
Well, the mist was rainin in New Jersey, and
grandpa, the first thing Slim and I seen was that
old white man with the silver hair flowin around
his head, walkin along in the highway in all that
yaller light with the rain blowin over him like the
smoke. Oh, he looked pitiful and grand all at the
same time for an old man. Slim said, "He got a
poor short ride from New York." We looked at
him when we boomed by, and seen his face stuck
out in the rain and him deep in thought of some-
thin like it never rained and like he wasn't any-
where but in his room, you know. "What's he goin
to do?" Slim said, and "Oh that wonderful gentle-
man he puts me in the mind of Jesus, trackin along
like that in this dismal world. I bet he don't pay no
taxes,, neither, and his toothbrush was lost in Hoo-
ver's Army. Ah," he said, "ever'body's bound to
make it at the same time if he ever makes it." The
old man had the bluest eyes, I seen that when we
rolled by. Seen him later, tell you when some day.
We rolled through all the crowded streets of
New Jersey, and got on the road, and come to a
sign that said "South" with an arrow pointin flat to
the left, and "'West" with an arrow pointin straight
down, and stayed right on the straight arrow down
into the West. It got dark, and countrylike, and
pretty soon there was hills.
It took some hours to get to Pennsylvania where
the man was drivin to, and about five to get to
Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, where he lived. I slept
some of the way. It kept right on rainin. Inside the
cab was warm and comfortable, and a good start it
was for me and Slim. He said he wasn't far behind
Sheila after all.
At Harrisburg at midnight the man said he
could save time by droppin us off outside town at a
junction and pointed to it when we passed, and it
was a lonely rainy junction that made me gulp it
was so dark, but he said he would take us in any-
how to make sure we connected right for Pitts-
burgh and points west, and added he knowed an-
other short cut downtown. That was good for us,
that short cut. Harrisburg was all lit up in halos in
the rain and looked quiet and gloomy. There was
big gray bridges, and the Susquehanna river below
them, and the main street in town where ever'body
was waitin for buses at midnight.
Me and Slim jumped out of the tractor-cab at
the red light, and the man repeated his instructions
over whilst Slim thanked him gladly, and then
back we was on foot, goin slant across town for the
other highway with hopes on high. "That was a
good ride," Slim said, "and I wouldn't of got one
like it alone. Ever'body'll sympathize with you
bein so little and we'll make time to the Coast. Pic,
you're my goodluck chile. Come along with me
you old daddyo."
The houses in Harrisburg is extremely old, and
come from the time of George Washington, Slim
said. They's all old brick in one part of town, and
have crooked chimbleys and ancient shapes but
look all neat. Slim said the town was so old be-
cause it was on a great old river. "Ain't you ever
heard of the Susquehanna, and Daniel Boone and
Benjamin Franklin and the French and Italian
wars? In those times ever'body was here, and come
from New York where we was, with pushcarts and
oxes over the hills that truck groaned on, in rain
and high weather, and suffered and died jess to
reach it here. It was the beginnin of the big long
push to California and now you remember how
long it took us to get here by truck then figure it by
ox, and then tell me about it when we get to San
Francisco-about the ox. I'll ask you about it
when we go over the sink in Nevady. In Nevady
they's a sink that took down a whole ocean and's
been dry ever since, and takes a month to measure
the edges of it. Ain't nobody wash their teeth over
that sink. You ain't seen nothin yet, boy."
Well, we was still in Susquehanna and hungry
enough to be in Nevady, so Slim said we'd have
Hot Dog Number Two and Hot Dog Number
Three and maybe Four. We went to a diner and
ate them, and had a side dish of beans with kat-
chup, and coffee both of us. Slim said I had to
learn to drink coffee to keep warm on the road. He
counted his money, said we had $46.80 left, and
dug down in the suitcase to put on more clothes in
case it rained bigger. He said he hoped we got a
ride soon so's I could sleep, and wished I could
wake up in Pittsburgh and then we'd move right on
'stead of sleepin. "Up ahead the sun is shinin in Il-
linois and Missouri, I know it," he said.
By and by we hit the night again, and Slim
brought along two packs of cigarettes that left us
$46.40, and we walked to the outskirts of town.
Folks looked at us curious and wondered what we.
was doin. Well, that's life. A man's got to live and
get there, Slim always said about that. "Life is a
sneeze, life is a breeze," he said. Along come a car
with a man goin home from work and Slim didn't
care, he threw out his thumb and whistled 'most
shrill through his teeth, and when he seen the man
wouldn't stop, why he stuck his leg and pulled up
the pants and said "Have pity on a poor young girl
of the road." Tickled me the way he fooled around
everywhere he went.
It was cold, and it was raw, but we felt real fine
jess like we was home. Ever' now and then I got to
worryin about findin a bed and home in Californy,
and worried about Sheila, and worried about get-
tin tireder than I was, and damper, in a darker
place than this, but Slim made me forget it the way
he went along. "It's the only way to live," Slim
said, "jess don't die. Whoopee, sometimes I feel
like dyin but now I wantsa wait the longest time.
Bein that you bring it in some more, Lord, I ain't
afraid of a few cold toes so long's my whole foot
don't crack. Lord, you didn't give me any money
but you gave me the right to complain. Whoo!
Complain so long on the left hand, the other
hand'Il fall off. Well, I've got my baby, I'll hold on
jess a while longer, and see what Californy looks
like now, and look around inside myself, and bet. I
can't do no more than kick, Lord, kick this way,
kick that way, and then I kick it proper. Look out
for you boy, Lord." Slim was always talkin to God
like that. We got to know each other fine and could
talk to ourselves anytime, the other one only lis-
tened. I'd say "Tick, tack, toe!" countin my foot-
steps and Slim would say "There you go!" jess as
absent-minded and thinkin about somethin else. It
was the randest fun, and good.
Someday grandpa I'll make a whole lot of
money for you and me, but I'll enjoy it like Slim
enjoyed it without no money, and make sure to be
a happy man.
We crossed over the town, and pretty soon there
we was on the highway and there was the Susque-
hanna River runnin right with us, most solemn and
black and not makin a sound for miles.
And here come a man with a little tiny suitcase
hurryin along most jaunty from the shore, and
seen us, and waved, and said "Walk a little faster if
you want to keep up with me, for I'm goin to
CANADY and I don't aim to waste time." Well,
he wasn't even caught up with us and talked like
that, but soon enough he passed us. "Can't lag,
son, can't lag," he said, and was lookin back. Me
and Slim hurried on after him quick.
"Where you headed?" Slim said, and the man-
he was jess a little old man, white, and poor-said
"Why, I'm gonna get me a HIBALL up the river
here soon's I cross the bridge. Member of the Vet-
erans of Foreign Wars and the American Legion.
Red Cross in this town wouldn't give me a dime.
Tried to sleep in the rallyards last night and they
Put a spotlight on me. Told them 'You'll never see
me in this town again,' walked away. Had a good
breakfast last week, Martinsburg, West Virginia,
pancakes, syrup, ham, toast, two glasses milk and a
haif, and a Mars candy bar. Always like to load up
for the winter like a squirrel. Had grits and brains
in Hl'ppensburg two weeks now, and wasn't hungry
for three days."
"You mean Harrisburg?"
"Hippensburg, son, Hippensburg, Pennsylvania.
I've got to meet my pardner in Canady by month's
end so I can go into a uranium deal. Know upstate
New York!" he said wavin his fist most deter-
mined. He was a funny old man, was short and
thin, all weazled up his face that had such a long
horny nose, and looked so shrunk and wan under
his hat I wouldn't recognize if I seen him again.
"Walk fast," he yelled to usn's behind, "knew a
boy three years ago on this road 'ess the same as
you. Lazy! Slow! Don't lag!" We followed him
and had to hustle some.
We walked about two mile.
"Where we goin?" Slim said.
"Know what I had me in Harrisburg last night?
One fine meal I tell you, in any diner in the world.
Had candied pig's feet, yams, with peas, peanut
butter sandwich and two cups tea and Jelto with
fruits in it. Old Veteran of Foreign Wars cook be-
hind the counter. On the twelfth of this month had
me a cold shower followed by hot, in the Cameo
Hotel, won't tell you where, desk clerk was Jim,
Veteran of Foreign Wars, I caught a cold and
sneezed myself all over."
"You sure keep movin along, Pop," said Slim.
"Old silver-haired man with a pack an hour ago
couldn't even keep up with me. All set for Canady,
I am. Got things in this bag. Got a nice new neck-
tie, too." His bag was a poor little tore-up piece of
cardboard and was held together by a big belt tied
around it. He kept fiddlin at the belt. "Wait a see-
ont while I take out that tie," he said, and we all
stopped in front of a empty gas station and he
kneeled down to undo the belt.
I sat down and caught back the rest in my legs,
and watched. That man was so funny, that was
why Slim was followin him and talkin to him so.
Slim 'ess went along trailin what innerested him,
you know, and couldn't say no to any old man like
that.
"Now where can that tie be?" said the old man,'
and fiddle-faddled around in his busted satchel the
longest time, and scratched his haid. "Now don't
tell me I left it in Martinsburg. I packed two dozen
cough drops that morning and remember the tie
was stuck up alongside. No it wasn't Martinsburg
at all, at all, at all, now where was it? Harrisburg?
Ah shoot, this old tie will do till I get to Ogdens-
burg, New York State," and off we went again
walkin. He didn't have no such a tie'
Grandpa don't believe it if you will, but we
walked SIX more miles along that river with that
old man, and somethin was supposed to be around
the bend ever' time, but there never was anything.
I never walked so much and minded -it so little, he
talked so crazy. "I have all my papers," he kept
sayin, and told us what he done in ever' town for
the past month to eat, how he showed his criden-
tials at places, and what the meal was, and how
much sugar he put in his coffee and crackers in his
soup. It made me and Slim hungry to hear him.
He's so small, and loved food so large. And
walked, and walked.
Well, that somethin never showed up and we
had walked clear into the wilderness where the
road lit in only the longest spaces.
Slim stopped cold, and said "Say, you must
be . . ." but didn't wanta say "crazy" and just
said "You must be . . . Pop, me and my brother
better turn back."
"Back? No back about this part of the country-
Heh heh. I just misjudged you boys like I
misjudged that young man three years ago, that's
all I done. I'm ready to go on if you ain't."
"Well, we can't walk all night," Slim said.
"Go ahead, give up, I'm all set to walk to
Canady and straight on through New York City if
that's how the chips fall."
"New York City?" Slim yelled. "Did I hear you
say! Ain't this the road west to Pittsburgh?"
Slim stopped, but the man hurried right along.
"Say, did you hear me?" Slim yelled. That old man
heard him all right but didn't care. "Keep walk-
ing," I say, "maybe I'll be in Canady, maybe I
won't. Can't wait around all night." And he kept
talkin, and walkin, till all we could see was his
shadow fadin in the dark and gone like a ghost.
"Well," Slim said, "it was a ghost." And he wor-
ried himself to death standin there with me in
those fearful river woods, at midnight, tryin to
figure where we was and how we got lost. All I
could hear now was the pat of rain on a million
leaves, and the chug-chug across the river, and my
own heart beatin in all that open air. Lord, it's
somethin.
"Why'd I go follow that crazy man!" Slim said,
and seemed lonesome, and looked for me, and
reached some. "Pic, you there?"
"Slim, I'm scairt," I said.
"Well don't be scairt, we'll walk back to town
and get back to those lights and folks can see us.
Whoo! "
"Slim, who was that man?" I asked him, and he
said, "Shoo, that was some kinda ghost of the
river. he's been lookin for Canady in Virginia,
West Virginia, West Pennsylvania, North New
York, New York City, East Arthuritis and South
Pottzawattomy for the last eighty years as far as I
can figure, and on foot, too. He'll never find the
Canady and he'll never get to Canady because he's
goin the wrong way all the time."
So grandpa the next three cars swished by, and
the fourth one stopped for us, and we ran for it.
Was big solemn white man in a beach-wagon
truck. "Yes," he said, "this is the road west to
Pittsburgh but you better go back to town for a
ride."
"That old man is goin to walk west all night, and
he wants to get to the North to Canady," said Slim,
and it was the God-awfullest truth, and we was
talkin about that Ghost of the Susquehanna for the
next three months I tell you when we got to Sheila
in San Francisco.
14. NOW WE FINALLY GOT TO CALIFORNY
I'M GOIN TELL YOU IT WAS A LONG TRIP, grandpa.
That man rode us back to Harrisburg in the rain.
He told us how to take a left and then a right and
then left and then right and go down to a lunch
wagon where he said they made very good sweet
yams and pigs' feet and also seven-inch-long hot
dogs with Picadilly Circus on it. Me and Slim went
in there and sat down in the eatin part of the res-
trant, th'other side was a spittoon place with a big
bunch of men argufyin about how they was Jin-
dians.
"Don't tell me that, you're no Indian!"
"Oh I ain't, ain't I?-I'm a Pottzawattomy from
Canady and my mother was pure-bred Cherokee."
"If you're a Pottzawattomy from Canady and
your mother was pure-bredded Cherokee I'm
James Roosevelt Turner."
"Well turn around, son, and I'll give you the
biggest whompin you ever got." And then there
was the sound of glasses breakin, and fights, and
hollerin, and women yowlin, and this woman came
over to the table where me and Slim was eatin and
sat down with us with a nice smile and said "May I
join you?" just as a big flock of police-men came in
out of a squad car. The woman, girl actelly, said to
Slim:
"May I sit?"
And she smiled but Slim he was afeared of the
police-men and never smiled back at her smile, be-
sides Slim is married to Sheila, but the woman sat
there actin as though she was at the same table
with us and no one of the police-men offered up to
bother her. Slim didn't say no, and he didn't say
yes. The police-men took away the skeedaddlin
Jindians and everything was peaceful again.
Me and Slim ate up all our money on candy
yams and pigs' knucklets feets and seven-inch-long
hot dogs and Slim didn't pay no intention which-
however to the woman. It was a barnyard. But you
know, grandpa, a whole lot of black men have Jin-
than blood, as I discovered up when I saw all those
Jindians in Nebraskar, Ioway and Nevady, not to
mention Oakland.
But now we were pretty well filled up with food-
supper and ready to roam on in the rainin, only
now it was slower now, pizzlin, and Slim said:
"Now next step is to get to Pittsburgh down this
Route 22."
It was early mornin sunrisin and an au-to went
by and squashed a blue-color bird under the rollin
wheel.
It made me sickish to hear the squeak of it. I
wished there was a better place. I felt missilated.
A plumber gave us a ride to Huntingdon, then a
light-bulb man gave us a ride to Holidaysburg,
then a man called Biddy Blair gave us a ride to
Blairsville, then we wound up in Corapolis with a
countryfolk truck driver whose son had jess had a
hernia belly. It was awful all them stories you
heard. But I had a feelin in my chest that ever-
'body was doin their best, I guess.
Now it was about seben o'clock in the mornin
and Slim bought some Sin-Sins to put sugar in our
mouth. He was rare worried he'd never get to
Sheila. He didn't not ever tell me how long it was
to Oakland for fear I'd get scairt. I told him I
didn't know there was so many white people in the
world, comin as I done from North Carolina coun-
tryfolks.
He said: "Yep."
Then he said: "I wonder if Mr. Otis sent out the
cops after me for kidnapin you. Well, he won't find
us now. fiere's stoppin a car with two men in it."
They was goin eighty miles a hour or somethin
like that but they stopped, squeak. We got in the
back. They said:
"Where you goin?-Shoot, we Montana-bound,
you got money?"
Slim said "Not much so."
So they said "We'll drop you off at Pittsburgh."
It was rainin, grandpa, when we got to Pittsburgh.
Me and Slim went inta the railroad station, to get
out of the rainin. Two men in blue choo-choo mas-
ter suits told us to get out. So we pulled up our col-
lars and draddled on down the street, we saw a
church, with a cross on top on it. Slim said:
"Let's go in there and dry up some. Don't
reckon they'll throw us out of there."
It was chilly-like but there was a runnin heat
comin from the furnace in the bottom down-be-
lows, and a man upstairs was playin the big organ
piano, Slim said it was the Have-a-Maria, and then
a fellow come by with a lighted stick and went
rush-up lightin candles at the front part, "The Hal-
ter," said Slim (said it laughin), and outside it was
rainin cats and dogs.
Grandpa, when I heared that music I shushed
Slim, and I said:
"Can I sing?"
"Slim wants to know if you know the tune?" said
Slim.
"Well I'll jess hum."
Slim said: "Here comes the big man in the black
coat."
By this time I was already hummin.
The big man in the black coat said "You have a
beautiful voice, what's your name?"
"Pictorial Review Jackson of North Carolina."
"And who's he?"
"My brother John Jackson."
The priest axed "Do you know how to dust
pews?"
Slim says "I just worked in a cookie factory and
I'd rather dust pews."
"Do you know how to mop floors in the base-
ment? Two Army cots beside the furnace, hundred
dollars a month, fifty each, free food, no rent."
Slim says "Tsa deal, we are goin all the way to
Californy to join up with my wife."
"What's your wife's name?"
"Sheila Jackson, born Joyner, North Carolina."
"I am Father John McGillicuddy."
Slim sez "Ain't you the guy that managed the
Philadelphia Phillies?"
"No, that was Cornelius McGillicuddy, some
distant cousin . . . Philadelphia Athletics . . . I
am Father John McGillicuddy, Society of Jesus,
Jesuit Order. Now little Jackson Picture you want
to go up sing in the choir? What's your favorite
tune?"
Grandpa I told him Our Father Which Art in
Heaven, coulda made Lulu cry to hear me sing like
that in her porch.
So Father McGillicuddy took me up to the attic
LOFT, and sat me by the man with his hands on
the keys of the ORGAN. Grandpa, I even whistled
and I wished I had my harmonica, and the priest
man sang up and said I sung up like an angel.
By the by, Slim was present down at the cellar
moppin up the floor, he said he sure wisht he had
his horn, but said he found a horn in his little
brother's voice.
So we told Father McGillicuddy soon's we
pick up one hunnerd dollars pay we would fetch
for Oakland on the Greyhound Bus, but Father
McGillicuddy said it was comin up close to Sun-
day mornin, as it was Adventist or adventurous
night now, and Saturday too, and wanted me to
sing before the intire congregation the Lord's
Prayer, which I done. up in the LOFT, like best I
could. Father McGillicuddy was s'tickled he was
sunrise all over. Them Irish mans is so tickled
they's pink as a shoat all over, but I feasable say
they got troubles of their own, so we had our hun-
nerd dollars and took the road bus with the picture
of the blue hound dog on the side of it, Greyhound
it's called, and we peewetted across Ohia and clear
inta Nebraskar, Slim was asleep in the back seat all
alone stretched out legs all over, and I was sittin in
a reg'lar seat near-up with a ninety-year-old white
man, and when we come to a stop just before
Kearney, Nebraskar, the old man said to me:
"I gotta go to the toilet."
So I led him out of the bus holdin his hand, 'case
he was about to fall in the snow, and ask the gas
man where was the men's room. Finished, I took
the old man back in the bus, and the bus driver
yelled out:
"Somebody's drinkin around here!"
And the bus driver was wearin black gloves.
Two men was in the front seat next to him holdin
hands together.
Slim was still snorin on the back-seat bed. Then
he got up said to me:
"Hi, baby."
First thing you know, no more snow. Heard an-
other old man behind me say "I'm goin back to
Oroville and bank my dust."
We then was now in the Sacramenty Valley,
grandpa, and quick we saw Sheila's ropelines with
wash on hooks of'wood hung dryin, flappety-flap.
Slim, he put his two hands on his back, limpled
around the yard, and said, "I got Arthur-itis, Bus-
itis, Road-itis, Pic-itis and ever' other It-is in the
world."
And Sheila run up, kissed him hungarianly, and
we went in eat the steak she saved up for us, with
mashy potatoes, pole beans, and cherry banana
spoon ice cream split.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
JACK KEROUAC was born in 1922 in Lowell, Massa-
chusetts, and died in 1969 in St. Petersburg, Flor-
ida. He grew up in Lowell, and later attended Co-
lumbia in New York. Leaving school, he sailed
with the merchant marine to various Atlantic and
Mediterranean ports, and roamed over much of
the United States. His first book, The Town and the
City, was published in 1950. Unable to find a pub-
lisher for On the Road, he spent the next six years
"writing whatever came into my head, hopping
freights, hitchhiking, and working as a railroad
brakeman, deckhand and scullion on merchant
ships, government fire lookout, and hundreds of
assorted jobs." On the Road was finally published
in I957 and brought him immediate fame. His
other books were published in rapid succession
and translated into eighteen languages. He is right-
fully considered as the authentic voice of the "beat
generation" in American literature. His other
books include The Sublerraneans, Visions of Neal,
Doctor Sax, Lonesome Traveler, The Dharma Bums,
Mexico City Blues, Visions of Gerard, Desolation
Angels, and Satori in Paris. Pic is his last novel.