Pauline Isabel's family were going to a Negro oystershucking village almost in sight of Oystershell. "It's sure nice there!" Pauline assured them happily. "I belong to a girls' club that meets every day after school; in the Meth'dis' church. We got a sure good school, too, good as any white school, up the road a piece."
The Beechams said good-by to Pauline's family, who had become their friends. Then they said good-by to Miss Abbott. That was hard for Jimmie. He butted4 his shaven little head against Her and then limped away as fast as he could.
The ride to Oystershell was exciting. Autumn had changed the look of the land. "God has taken all the red and yellow he's got, and just splashed it on in gobs," said Rose-Ellen as they traveled toward the seashore.
"What I like," Dick broke in, "is to see the men getting in the salt hay with their horses on sleds."
The marshes5 were too soft to hold up anything so small as a hoof6, so when farmers used horses there, they fastened broad wooden shoes on the horses' feet. Nowadays, though, horses were giving place to tractors.
The air had an increasingly queer smell, like iodized salt in boiling potatoes. The Beechams were nearing the salt-water inlets of the bay, where the tides rose and fell like the ocean-of which the inlets were part.
The tide was high when they drove down from Phillipsville to the settlement of Oystershell. The rows of wooden houses, the oyster3-sheds and the company store seemed to be wading7 on stilts8, and most people wore rubber boots.
Grandma said, "If the bog9 was bad for my rheumatiz, what's this going to be?"
A man showed the Beechams a vacant house in the long rows. "Not much to look at," he acknowledged, "but the rent ain't much, either. The roofs are tight and a few have running water, case you want it bad enough to pay extra."
"To think a rusty10 pipe and one faucet11 in my kitchen would ever be a luxury!" Grandma muttered. "But, my land, even the humpy wall-paper looks good now."
It was gay, clean paper, though pasted directly on the boards. The house had a kitchen-dining-sitting room and one bedroom, with walls so thin they let through every word of the next-door radio.
"That's going to be a peekaneeka, sure," Grandma said grimly.
Children were not allowed to work in the oysters2, but Grandma was going to try. The children could tell she was nervous about it, by the way her foot jerked up and down when she gave Sally her bottle that night; but she said she expected she wasn't too dumb to do what other folks could.
The children were still asleep when the grown-ups went to work in the six o'clock darkness of that November Saturday. When they woke, mush simmered on the cookstove and a bottle of milk stood on the table. It took time to feed Sally and wash dishes and make beds; and then Dick and Rose-Ellen ran over to the nearest long oyster-house and peeked12 through a hole in the wall.
Down each side, raised above the fishy13 wet floor, ran a row of booths, each with a desk and step, made of rough boards. On each step stood a man or woman, in boots and heavy clothes, facing the desk. Only instead of pen and paper, these people had buckets, oysters, knives. As fast as they could, they were opening the big, horny oyster shells and emptying the oysters into the buckets.
Next time, Dick stayed with Sally, and Rose-Ellen and Jimmie peeked. They were startled when a big hand dropped on each of their heads.
"You kids skedaddle," ordered a big man. "If you want to see things, come back at four."
By four o'clock the grown folks were home, tired and smelling of fish; Dick and Rose-Ellen were prancing15 on tiptoe to go, and even Jimmie was ready.
"This is what he is like," said Rose-Ellen, "the man who said we could." She stuck in her chin and threw out her chest and tried to stride.
"That's the Big Boss, all right," Daddy said, laughing. "Guess it's O.K. But mind your _p_'s and _q_'s."
"And stick together. Specially16 in a strange place." Grandma wearily picked up the baby.
The Big Boss saw them as soon as they tiptoed into the oyster-house. "Ez," he called, "here's some nice kids. Show 'em around, will you?"
Ez was opening clams17 with a penknife, and spilling them into his mouth. "Want some?" he asked.
The children shook their heads vigorously.
He closed his knife and dropped it into his pocket.
"Well, now first you want to see the dredges come in from the bay." He took them through the open front of the shed to the docks outside. The boats had gone out at three o'clock in the morning, he said, in the deep dark. They were coming in now heavily, loaded high with horny oysters, and Ez pointed18 out the rake-set iron nets with which the shellfish were dragged from their beds. "Got 'em out of bed good and early!"
"I'd hate to have to eat 'em all," Jimmie said suddenly in his husky little voice.
Everyone laughed, for the big rough shells were traveling into the oyster-house by thousands, on moving belts. Some shells looked as if they were carrying sponges in their mouths, but Ez said it was a kind of moss19 that grew there. Already the pile of unopened oysters in the shed was higher than a man. The shuckers needed a million to work on next day, Ez said.
When the children had watched awhile, and the boatmen had asked their names, and how old they were and where they came from, Ez took them inside the shed to show them the handling of the newly shucked oysters. First the oysters were dumped into something that looked like Mrs. Albi's electric washer, and washed and washed. Then they were emptied into a flume, a narrow trough along which they were swept into bright cans that held almost a gallon each. The cans were stored in ice-packed barrels, and early next morning would go out in trains and trucks to all parts of the country.
"How many pearls have they found in all these oysters?" Dick demanded in a businesslike voice. "Not any!" Ez said.
"Why can't you eat oysters in months that don't have R in them?" asked Rose-Ellen.
"You could, if there wasn't a law against selling them. It's only a notion, like not turning your dress if you put it on wrong side out. Summer's when oysters lay eggs. You don't stop eating hens because they lay eggs, do you? But now scram, kids. I got work to do."
They left, skipping past the mountains of empty shells outside.
Next day the children went to church school alone. The grown folks were too tired. And on Monday Dick and Rose-Ellen went up the road to the school in the little village.
It was strange to be in school again, and with new schoolmates and teachers and even new books, since this was a different state. Rose-Ellen's grade, the fifth, had got farther in long division than her class at home, and she couldn't understand what they were doing. Dick had trouble, too, for the seventh grade was well started on United States history, and he couldn't catch up. But that was not the worst of it. The two children could not seem to fit in with their schoolmates. The village girls gathered in groups by themselves and acted as if the oyster-shuckers' children were not there at all; and the boys did not give Dick even a chance to show what a good pitcher20 he was. Both Rose-Ellen and Dick had been leaders in the city school, and now they felt so lonesome that Rose-Ellen often cried when she got home.
It was too long a walk for Jimmie, who begged not to go anyway. Besides, he was needed at home to mind Sally.
Of course the grown folks wanted to earn all they could. The pay was thirty cents a gallon; and just as it took a lot of cranberries21 to make a peck, it took a lot of these middle-sized oysters to make a gallon. To keep the oysters fresh, the sheds were left so cold that the workers must often dip their numb22 hands into pails of hot water. All this was hard on Grandma's rheumatism23; but painful as the work was, she did not give it up until something happened that forced her to.
It was late November, and the fire in the shack24 must be kept going all day to make the rooms warm enough for Sally. She was creeping now, and during the long hours when the grown folks were working and the older children at school, she had to stay in a chair with a gate across the front which her father had fixed25 out of an old kitchen armchair. Grandma cushioned it with rags, but it grew hard and tiresome26, and sometimes Jimmie could not keep her contented27 there.
One day Sally cried until he wriggled28 her out of her nest and spread a quilt for her in a corner of the room as Grandma did. There he sat, fencing her in with his legs while he drew pictures of oyster-houses. He was so busy drawing roofs that he had forgot all about Sally until he was startled by her scream. He jerked around in terror. Sally had clambered over the fence of his legs and crept under the stove after her ball. Perhaps a spark had snapped through the half-open slide in the stove door; however it had happened, the flames were running up her little cotton dress.
Poor Baby Sally! Jimmie had never felt so helpless. Hardly knowing why he did it, he dragged the wool quilt off Grandma's bed and scooted across the floor in a flash. While Sally screamed with fright, he wrapped the thick folds tightly around her and hugged her close.
When the grown folks came from work, just ahead of the school children, they found Jimmie and Sally white and shaky but safe. The woolen29 quilt had smothered30 out the flames before Sally was hurt at all; and Jimmie had only a pair of blistered31 hands.
"If I hadn't put a wool petticoat on her, and wool stockings," Grandma kept saying, while she sat and rocked the whimpering baby. "And if our Jimmie hadn't been so smart as to think of the bedclothes. . . .
"Not all children have been so lucky," Daddy said in a shaky voice, crouching32 beside Grandma and touching33 Sally's downy head.
"But I hadn't ought to have left her with poor Jimmie," Grandma mourned. "If only they had a Center, like at the bogs34. I don't believe I can bear it to stay here any longer after this. Maybe we best go back to the city and put them in a Home."
Daddy objected. "We'll not leave the kids alone again, of course; but we're making a fair living and the Boss says there'll be work through April, and then Pa and I can go out and plant seed oysters if we want."
"Where's the good of a fair living if it's the death of you?" Grandma's tone was tart14. "No, sir, I ain't going to stay, tied in bowknots with rheumatiz, and these poor young-ones. . . ."
Grandpa made a last effort, though he knew it was of little use when Grandma was set. "I bet we could go to work on one of these truck farms, come summer."
Grandma only rocked her straight chair, jerking one foot up and down.
"One of these padrones," Daddy said slowly, "is trying to get families to work in Florida. In winter fruits."
Grandma brightened. "Floridy might do us a sight of good, and I always did hanker after palm trees. But how could we get there?"
"They send you down in a truck," said Daddy. "Charge you so much a head and feed and lodge35 you into the bargain. I figure we've got just about enough to make it."
South into summer!
"That really would be a peekaneeka!" crowed Rose-Ellen.
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