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Show 17 Snorin' Sam in the middle bunk began snoring, and then he would c a l l up to me, "Sleeps l i k e a log, don't he?" I never answered, "You a l i g h t sleeper, kid?" In a few minutes he would stand up and look at me with his beady l i t t l e eyes. "Asleep, kid?" he'd ask. Then he would go through the duffel bags. I thought of saying something to the policeman, but I kept q u i e t . I was trying out some of Pa's advice, "James Erickson, Son," he had said, "be l i k e the Sphinx. Look wise, but don't say too much," The schedule worked fine for temporary. And we a l l knew i t would be j u s t a few weeks u n t i l we were r i c h . Then never again would we be required to adjust to l i f e ' s inconveniences. Each day after our six-hour s t i n t in the cabin, we hurried upstairs and stood i n two lines-one for the dining room and one for the water c l o s e t s . The men were always in a rush, which seemed a l i t t l e strange because there were not many places to rush to-just those two. But they rushed from line to l i n e , just the same. The only thing I did not l i k e about the schedule was that it placed me in Mr, Con's company so much. I kept our conversations |
