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<\/div>\r\n

To Janie\u2019s<\/span> strange eyes, everything in the Everglades was big and new. Big Lake Okechobee, big beans, big cane, big weeds, big everything. Weeds that did well to grow waist high up the state were eight and often ten feet tall down there. Ground so rich that everything went wild. Volunteer cane just taking the place. Dirt roads so rich and black that a half mile of it would have fertilized a Kansas wheat field. Wild cane on either side of the road hiding the rest of the world. People wild too.<\/p>\r\n

\u201cSeason don\u2019t open up till last of September, but we had tuh git heah ahead uh time tuh git us uh room,\u201d Tea Cake explained. \u201cTwo weeks from now, it\u2019ll be so many folks heah dey won\u2019t be lookin\u2019 fuh rooms, dey\u2019ll be jus\u2019 looking fuh somewhere tuh sleep. Now we got uh chance tuh git uh room at de hotel, where dey got uh bath tub. Yuh can\u2019t live on de muck \u2019thout yuh take uh bath every day. Do dat muck\u2019ll itch yuh lak ants. \u2019Tain\u2019t but one place round heah wid uh bath tub. \u2019Tain\u2019t nowhere near enough rooms.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cWhut we gointuh do round heah?\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cAll day Ah\u2019m pickin\u2019 beans. All night Ah\u2019m pickin\u2019 mah box and rollin\u2019 dice. Between de beans and de dice Ah can\u2019t lose. Ah\u2019m gone right now tuh pick me uh job uh work wid de best man on de muck. Before de rest of \u2019em gits heah. You can always git jobs round heah in de season, but not wid de right folks.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cWhen do de job open up, Tea Cake? Everybody round here look lak dey waitin\u2019 too.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cDat\u2019s right. De big men haves uh certain time tuh open de season jus\u2019 lak in everything else. Mah bossman didn\u2019t get sufficient seed. He\u2019s out huntin\u2019 up uh few mo\u2019 bushels. Den we\u2019se gointuh plantin\u2019.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cBushels?\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cYeah, bushels. Dis ain\u2019t no game fuh pennies. Po\u2019 man ain\u2019t got no business at de show.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

The very next day he burst into the room in high excitement. \u201cBoss done bought out another man and want me down on de lake. He got houses fuh de first ones dat git dere. Less go!\u201d<\/p>\r\n

They rattled nine miles in a borrowed car to the quarters that squatted so close that only the dyke separated them from great, sprawling Okechobee. Janie fussed around the shack making a home while Tea Cake planted beans. After hours they fished. Every now and then they\u2019d run across a party of Indians in their long, narrow dug-outs calmly winning their living in the trackless ways of the \u2019Glades. Finally the beans were in. Nothing much to do but wait to pick them. Tea Cake picked his box a great deal for Janie, but he still didn\u2019t have enough to do. No need of gambling yet. The people who were pouring in were broke. They didn\u2019t come bringing money, they were coming to make some.<\/p>\r\n

\u201cTell yuh whut, Janie, less buy us some shootin\u2019 tools and go huntin\u2019 round heah.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cDat would be fine, Tea Cake, exceptin\u2019 you know Ah can\u2019t shoot. But Ah\u2019d love tuh go wid you<\/span>.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cOh, you needs tuh learn how. \u2019Tain\u2019t no need uh you not knowin\u2019 how tuh handle shootin\u2019 tools. Even if you didn\u2019t never find no game, it\u2019s always some trashy rascal dat needs uh good killin\u2019,\u201d he laughed. \u201cLess go intuh Palm Beach and spend some of our money.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

Every day they were practising. Tea Cake made her shoot at little things just to give her good aim. Pistol and shot gun and rifle. It got so the others stood around and watched them. Some of the men would beg for a shot at the target themselves. It was the most exciting thing on the muck. Better than the jook and the pool-room unless some special band was playing for a dance. And the thing that got everybody was the way Janie caught on. She got to the place she could shoot a hawk out of a pine tree and not tear him up. Shoot his head off. She got to be a better shot than Tea Cake. They\u2019d go out any late afternoon and come back loaded down with game. One night they got a boat and went out hunting alligators. Shining their phosphorescent eyes and shooting them in the dark. They could sell the hides and teeth in Palm Beach besides having fun together till work got pressing.<\/p>\r\n

Day by day now, the hordes of workers poured in. Some came limping in with their shoes and sore feet from walking. It\u2019s hard trying to follow your shoe instead of your shoe following you. They came in wagons from way up in Georgia and they came in truck loads from east, west, north and south. Permanent transients with no attachments and tired looking men with their families and dogs in flivvers. All night, all day, hurrying in to pick beans. Skillets, beds, patched up spare inner tubes all hanging and dangling from the ancient cars on the outside and hopeful humanity, herded and hovered on the inside, chugging on to the muck. People ugly from ignorance and broken from being poor.<\/p>\r\n

All night now the jooks clanged and clamored. Pianos living three lifetimes in one. Blues made and used right on the spot. Dancing, fighting, singing, crying, laughing, winning and losing love every hour. Work all day for money, fight all night for love. The rich black earth clinging to bodies and biting the skin like ants.<\/p>\r\n

Finally no more sleeping places. Men made big fires and fifty or sixty men slept around each fire. But they had to pay the man whose land they slept on. He ran the fire just like his boarding place\u2014for pay. But nobody cared. They made good money, even to the children. So they spent good money. Next month and next year were other times. No need to mix them up with the present.<\/p>\r\n

Tea Cake\u2019s house was a magnet, the unauthorized center of the \u201cjob.\u201d The way he would sit in the doorway and play his guitar made people stop and listen and maybe disappoint the jook for that night. He was always laughing and full of fun too. He kept everybody laughing in the bean field.<\/p>\r\n

Janie stayed home and boiled big pots of blackeyed peas and rice. Sometimes baked big pans of navy beans with plenty of sugar and hunks of bacon laying on top. That was something Tea Cake loved so no matter if Janie had fixed beans two or three times during the week, they had baked beans again on Sunday. She always had some kind of dessert too, as Tea Cake said it give a man something to taper off on. Sometimes she\u2019d straighten out the two-room house and take the rifle and have fried rabbit for supper when Tea Cake got home. She didn\u2019t leave him itching and scratching in his work clothes, either. The kettle of hot water was already waiting when he got in.<\/p>\r\n

Then Tea Cake took to popping in at the kitchen door at odd hours. Between breakfast and dinner, sometimes. Then often around two o\u2019clock he\u2019d come home and tease and wrestle with her for a half hour and slip on back to work. So one day she asked him about it.<\/p>\r\n

\u201cTea Cake, whut you doin\u2019 back in de quarters when everybody else is still workin\u2019?\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cCome tuh see \u2019bout you. De boogerman liable tuh tote yuh off whilst Ah\u2019m gone.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201c\u202f\u2019Tain\u2019t no boogerman got me tuh study \u2019bout. Maybe you think Ah ain\u2019t treatin\u2019 yuh right and you watchin\u2019 me.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cNaw, naw, Janie. Ah know<\/span> better\u2019n dat. But since you got dat in yo\u2019 head, Ah\u2019ll have tuh tell yuh de real truth, so yuh can know. Janie, Ah gits lonesome out dere all day \u2019thout yuh. After dis, you bettah come git uh job uh work out dere lak de rest uh de women\u2014so Ah won\u2019t be losin\u2019 time comin\u2019 home.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cTea Cake, you\u2019se uh mess! Can\u2019t do \u2019thout me dat lil time.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201c\u202f\u2019Tain\u2019t no lil time. It\u2019s near \u2019bout all day.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

So the very next morning Janie got ready to pick beans along with Tea Cake. There was a suppressed murmur when she picked up a basket and went to work. She was already getting to be a special case on the muck. It was generally assumed that she thought herself too good to work like the rest of the women and that Tea Cake \u201cpomped her up tuh dat.\u201d But all day long the romping and playing they carried on behind the boss\u2019s back made her popular right away. It got the whole field to playing off and on. Then Tea Cake would help get supper afterwards.<\/p>\r\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t think Ah\u2019m tryin\u2019 tuh git outa takin\u2019 keer uh yuh, do yuh, Janie, \u2019cause Ah ast yuh tuh work long side uh me?\u201d Tea Cake asked her at the end of her first week in the field.<\/p>\r\n

\u201cAh naw, honey. Ah laks it. It\u2019s mo\u2019 nicer than settin\u2019 round dese quarters all day. Clerkin\u2019 in dat store wuz hard, but heah, we ain\u2019t got nothin\u2019 tuh do but do our work and come home and love.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

The house was full of people every night. That is, all around the doorstep was full. Some were there to hear Tea Cake pick the box; some came to talk and tell stories, but most of them came to get into whatever game was going on or might go on. Sometimes Tea Cake lost heavily, for there were several good gamblers on the lake. Sometimes he won and made Janie proud of his skill. But outside of the two jooks, everything on that job went on around those two.<\/p>\r\n

Sometimes Janie would think of the old days in the big white house and the store and laugh to herself. What if Eatonville could see her now in her blue denim overalls and heavy shoes? The crowd of people around her and a dice game on her floor! She was sorry for her friends back there and scornful of the others. The men held big arguments here like they used to do on the store porch. Only here, she could listen and laugh and even talk some herself if she wanted to. She got so she could tell big stories herself from listening to the rest. Because she loved to hear it, and the men loved to hear themselves, they would \u201cwoof\u201d and \u201cboogerboo\u201d around the games to the limit. No matter how rough it was, people seldom got mad, because everything was done for a laugh. Everybody loved to hear Ed Dockery, Bootyny, and Sop-de-Bottom in a skin game. Ed Dockery was dealing one night and he looked over at Sop-de-Bottom\u2019s card and he could tell Sop thought he was going to win. He hollered, \u201cAh\u2019ll break up dat<\/span> settin\u2019 uh eggs.\u201d Sop looked and said, \u201cRoot de peg.\u201d Bootyny asked, \u201cWhat are you goin\u2019 tuh do? Do do!\u201d Everybody was watching that next card fall. Ed got ready to turn. \u201cAh\u2019m gointuh sweep out hell and burn up de broom.\u201d He slammed down another dollar. \u201cDon\u2019t oversport yourself, Ed,\u201d Bootyny challenged. \u201cYou gittin\u2019 too yaller.\u201d Ed caught hold of the corner of the card. Sop dropped a dollar. \u201cAh\u2019m gointuh shoot in de hearse, don\u2019t keer how sad de funeral be.\u201d Ed said, \u201cYou see how this man is teasin\u2019 hell?\u201d Tea Cake nudged Sop not to bet. \u201cYou gointuh git caught in uh bullet storm if you don\u2019t watch out.\u201d Sop said, \u201cAw \u2019tain\u2019t nothin\u2019 tuh dat bear but his curly hair. Ah can look through muddy water and see dry land.\u201d Ed turned off the card and hollered, \u201cZachariah, Ah says come down out dat sycamore tree. You can\u2019t do no business.\u201d Nobody fell on that card. Everybody was scared of the next one. Ed looked around and saw Gabe standing behind his chair and hollered, \u201cMove, from over me, Gabe! You too black. You draw heat! Sop, you wanta pick up dat bet whilst you got uh chance?\u201d \u201cNaw, man, Ah wish Ah had uh thousand-leg tuh put on it.\u201d \u201cSo yuh won\u2019t lissen, huh? Dumb niggers and free schools. Ah\u2019m gointuh take and teach yuh. Ah\u2019ll main-line but Ah won\u2019t side-track.\u201d Ed flipped the next card and Sop fell and lost. Everybody hollered and laughed. Ed laughed and said, \u201cGit off de muck! You ain\u2019t nothin\u2019. Dat\u2019s all! Hot boilin\u2019 water won\u2019t help yuh none.\u201d Ed kept on laughing because he had been so scared before. \u201cSop, Bootyny, all y\u2019all dat lemme win yo\u2019 money: Ah\u2019m sending it straight off to Sears and Roebuck and buy me some clothes, and when Ah turn out Christmas day, it would take a doctor to tell me how near Ah is dressed tuh death.\u201d<\/p>","rendered":"

<\/div>\n

To Janie\u2019s<\/span> strange eyes, everything in the Everglades was big and new. Big Lake Okechobee, big beans, big cane, big weeds, big everything. Weeds that did well to grow waist high up the state were eight and often ten feet tall down there. Ground so rich that everything went wild. Volunteer cane just taking the place. Dirt roads so rich and black that a half mile of it would have fertilized a Kansas wheat field. Wild cane on either side of the road hiding the rest of the world. People wild too.<\/p>\n

\u201cSeason don\u2019t open up till last of September, but we had tuh git heah ahead uh time tuh git us uh room,\u201d Tea Cake explained. \u201cTwo weeks from now, it\u2019ll be so many folks heah dey won\u2019t be lookin\u2019 fuh rooms, dey\u2019ll be jus\u2019 looking fuh somewhere tuh sleep. Now we got uh chance tuh git uh room at de hotel, where dey got uh bath tub. Yuh can\u2019t live on de muck \u2019thout yuh take uh bath every day. Do dat muck\u2019ll itch yuh lak ants. \u2019Tain\u2019t but one place round heah wid uh bath tub. \u2019Tain\u2019t nowhere near enough rooms.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhut we gointuh do round heah?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAll day Ah\u2019m pickin\u2019 beans. All night Ah\u2019m pickin\u2019 mah box and rollin\u2019 dice. Between de beans and de dice Ah can\u2019t lose. Ah\u2019m gone right now tuh pick me uh job uh work wid de best man on de muck. Before de rest of \u2019em gits heah. You can always git jobs round heah in de season, but not wid de right folks.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhen do de job open up, Tea Cake? Everybody round here look lak dey waitin\u2019 too.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDat\u2019s right. De big men haves uh certain time tuh open de season jus\u2019 lak in everything else. Mah bossman didn\u2019t get sufficient seed. He\u2019s out huntin\u2019 up uh few mo\u2019 bushels. Den we\u2019se gointuh plantin\u2019.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBushels?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, bushels. Dis ain\u2019t no game fuh pennies. Po\u2019 man ain\u2019t got no business at de show.\u201d<\/p>\n

The very next day he burst into the room in high excitement. \u201cBoss done bought out another man and want me down on de lake. He got houses fuh de first ones dat git dere. Less go!\u201d<\/p>\n

They rattled nine miles in a borrowed car to the quarters that squatted so close that only the dyke separated them from great, sprawling Okechobee. Janie fussed around the shack making a home while Tea Cake planted beans. After hours they fished. Every now and then they\u2019d run across a party of Indians in their long, narrow dug-outs calmly winning their living in the trackless ways of the \u2019Glades. Finally the beans were in. Nothing much to do but wait to pick them. Tea Cake picked his box a great deal for Janie, but he still didn\u2019t have enough to do. No need of gambling yet. The people who were pouring in were broke. They didn\u2019t come bringing money, they were coming to make some.<\/p>\n

\u201cTell yuh whut, Janie, less buy us some shootin\u2019 tools and go huntin\u2019 round heah.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDat would be fine, Tea Cake, exceptin\u2019 you know Ah can\u2019t shoot. But Ah\u2019d love tuh go wid you<\/span>.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, you needs tuh learn how. \u2019Tain\u2019t no need uh you not knowin\u2019 how tuh handle shootin\u2019 tools. Even if you didn\u2019t never find no game, it\u2019s always some trashy rascal dat needs uh good killin\u2019,\u201d he laughed. \u201cLess go intuh Palm Beach and spend some of our money.\u201d<\/p>\n

Every day they were practising. Tea Cake made her shoot at little things just to give her good aim. Pistol and shot gun and rifle. It got so the others stood around and watched them. Some of the men would beg for a shot at the target themselves. It was the most exciting thing on the muck. Better than the jook and the pool-room unless some special band was playing for a dance. And the thing that got everybody was the way Janie caught on. She got to the place she could shoot a hawk out of a pine tree and not tear him up. Shoot his head off. She got to be a better shot than Tea Cake. They\u2019d go out any late afternoon and come back loaded down with game. One night they got a boat and went out hunting alligators. Shining their phosphorescent eyes and shooting them in the dark. They could sell the hides and teeth in Palm Beach besides having fun together till work got pressing.<\/p>\n

Day by day now, the hordes of workers poured in. Some came limping in with their shoes and sore feet from walking. It\u2019s hard trying to follow your shoe instead of your shoe following you. They came in wagons from way up in Georgia and they came in truck loads from east, west, north and south. Permanent transients with no attachments and tired looking men with their families and dogs in flivvers. All night, all day, hurrying in to pick beans. Skillets, beds, patched up spare inner tubes all hanging and dangling from the ancient cars on the outside and hopeful humanity, herded and hovered on the inside, chugging on to the muck. People ugly from ignorance and broken from being poor.<\/p>\n

All night now the jooks clanged and clamored. Pianos living three lifetimes in one. Blues made and used right on the spot. Dancing, fighting, singing, crying, laughing, winning and losing love every hour. Work all day for money, fight all night for love. The rich black earth clinging to bodies and biting the skin like ants.<\/p>\n

Finally no more sleeping places. Men made big fires and fifty or sixty men slept around each fire. But they had to pay the man whose land they slept on. He ran the fire just like his boarding place\u2014for pay. But nobody cared. They made good money, even to the children. So they spent good money. Next month and next year were other times. No need to mix them up with the present.<\/p>\n

Tea Cake\u2019s house was a magnet, the unauthorized center of the \u201cjob.\u201d The way he would sit in the doorway and play his guitar made people stop and listen and maybe disappoint the jook for that night. He was always laughing and full of fun too. He kept everybody laughing in the bean field.<\/p>\n

Janie stayed home and boiled big pots of blackeyed peas and rice. Sometimes baked big pans of navy beans with plenty of sugar and hunks of bacon laying on top. That was something Tea Cake loved so no matter if Janie had fixed beans two or three times during the week, they had baked beans again on Sunday. She always had some kind of dessert too, as Tea Cake said it give a man something to taper off on. Sometimes she\u2019d straighten out the two-room house and take the rifle and have fried rabbit for supper when Tea Cake got home. She didn\u2019t leave him itching and scratching in his work clothes, either. The kettle of hot water was already waiting when he got in.<\/p>\n

Then Tea Cake took to popping in at the kitchen door at odd hours. Between breakfast and dinner, sometimes. Then often around two o\u2019clock he\u2019d come home and tease and wrestle with her for a half hour and slip on back to work. So one day she asked him about it.<\/p>\n

\u201cTea Cake, whut you doin\u2019 back in de quarters when everybody else is still workin\u2019?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCome tuh see \u2019bout you. De boogerman liable tuh tote yuh off whilst Ah\u2019m gone.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201c\u202f\u2019Tain\u2019t no boogerman got me tuh study \u2019bout. Maybe you think Ah ain\u2019t treatin\u2019 yuh right and you watchin\u2019 me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNaw, naw, Janie. Ah know<\/span> better\u2019n dat. But since you got dat in yo\u2019 head, Ah\u2019ll have tuh tell yuh de real truth, so yuh can know. Janie, Ah gits lonesome out dere all day \u2019thout yuh. After dis, you bettah come git uh job uh work out dere lak de rest uh de women\u2014so Ah won\u2019t be losin\u2019 time comin\u2019 home.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTea Cake, you\u2019se uh mess! Can\u2019t do \u2019thout me dat lil time.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201c\u202f\u2019Tain\u2019t no lil time. It\u2019s near \u2019bout all day.\u201d<\/p>\n

So the very next morning Janie got ready to pick beans along with Tea Cake. There was a suppressed murmur when she picked up a basket and went to work. She was already getting to be a special case on the muck. It was generally assumed that she thought herself too good to work like the rest of the women and that Tea Cake \u201cpomped her up tuh dat.\u201d But all day long the romping and playing they carried on behind the boss\u2019s back made her popular right away. It got the whole field to playing off and on. Then Tea Cake would help get supper afterwards.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t think Ah\u2019m tryin\u2019 tuh git outa takin\u2019 keer uh yuh, do yuh, Janie, \u2019cause Ah ast yuh tuh work long side uh me?\u201d Tea Cake asked her at the end of her first week in the field.<\/p>\n

\u201cAh naw, honey. Ah laks it. It\u2019s mo\u2019 nicer than settin\u2019 round dese quarters all day. Clerkin\u2019 in dat store wuz hard, but heah, we ain\u2019t got nothin\u2019 tuh do but do our work and come home and love.\u201d<\/p>\n

The house was full of people every night. That is, all around the doorstep was full. Some were there to hear Tea Cake pick the box; some came to talk and tell stories, but most of them came to get into whatever game was going on or might go on. Sometimes Tea Cake lost heavily, for there were several good gamblers on the lake. Sometimes he won and made Janie proud of his skill. But outside of the two jooks, everything on that job went on around those two.<\/p>\n

Sometimes Janie would think of the old days in the big white house and the store and laugh to herself. What if Eatonville could see her now in her blue denim overalls and heavy shoes? The crowd of people around her and a dice game on her floor! She was sorry for her friends back there and scornful of the others. The men held big arguments here like they used to do on the store porch. Only here, she could listen and laugh and even talk some herself if she wanted to. She got so she could tell big stories herself from listening to the rest. Because she loved to hear it, and the men loved to hear themselves, they would \u201cwoof\u201d and \u201cboogerboo\u201d around the games to the limit. No matter how rough it was, people seldom got mad, because everything was done for a laugh. Everybody loved to hear Ed Dockery, Bootyny, and Sop-de-Bottom in a skin game. Ed Dockery was dealing one night and he looked over at Sop-de-Bottom\u2019s card and he could tell Sop thought he was going to win. He hollered, \u201cAh\u2019ll break up dat<\/span> settin\u2019 uh eggs.\u201d Sop looked and said, \u201cRoot de peg.\u201d Bootyny asked, \u201cWhat are you goin\u2019 tuh do? Do do!\u201d Everybody was watching that next card fall. Ed got ready to turn. \u201cAh\u2019m gointuh sweep out hell and burn up de broom.\u201d He slammed down another dollar. \u201cDon\u2019t oversport yourself, Ed,\u201d Bootyny challenged. \u201cYou gittin\u2019 too yaller.\u201d Ed caught hold of the corner of the card. Sop dropped a dollar. \u201cAh\u2019m gointuh shoot in de hearse, don\u2019t keer how sad de funeral be.\u201d Ed said, \u201cYou see how this man is teasin\u2019 hell?\u201d Tea Cake nudged Sop not to bet. \u201cYou gointuh git caught in uh bullet storm if you don\u2019t watch out.\u201d Sop said, \u201cAw \u2019tain\u2019t nothin\u2019 tuh dat bear but his curly hair. Ah can look through muddy water and see dry land.\u201d Ed turned off the card and hollered, \u201cZachariah, Ah says come down out dat sycamore tree. You can\u2019t do no business.\u201d Nobody fell on that card. Everybody was scared of the next one. Ed looked around and saw Gabe standing behind his chair and hollered, \u201cMove, from over me, Gabe! You too black. You draw heat! Sop, you wanta pick up dat bet whilst you got uh chance?\u201d \u201cNaw, man, Ah wish Ah had uh thousand-leg tuh put on it.\u201d \u201cSo yuh won\u2019t lissen, huh? Dumb niggers and free schools. Ah\u2019m gointuh take and teach yuh. Ah\u2019ll main-line but Ah won\u2019t side-track.\u201d Ed flipped the next card and Sop fell and lost. Everybody hollered and laughed. Ed laughed and said, \u201cGit off de muck! You ain\u2019t nothin\u2019. Dat\u2019s all! 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