The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1932-11-03

I'VE oaks, peeked the dark, I'M
painted boards of another
cabin, with the morning sun
on its roof. In the fields deep in
rich rows of cotton, troopers work.
ed their one-horse farms appor-
toned in return for half their prod
nets, stuffing the fruit of their
years labor into sacks hanging
from their shoulders.
Half way across his sprawling
lands was the planters home, an
oasis of opulence in a world of
ruined and decaying clapboards.
Forty thousand dollars that house
cost and it compared with Jim Dee
rings, lost in his acreage at the
other end of the county. Few ever
saw the Deering mansion but Shay
built his facing the main road so
that anyone could see what
man can do when he has ambi-
ton.
II knew Mr.. Pearson when he
didn't even have pair O. shoes for
the winter" said the warden.
Eyes, suh," said David.
A PLANTERS RISE
The JacksonS were Pearson mig
gers" and David knew the story of
the white mans rise. From the
hopeless background of poor
parents scraping a precarious sub
Sistence from a two-horse farm he
had become the second largest
planter in Ochlockonee county.
When his parents died and his
brothers deserted the place for the
city's opportunities, he was left
alone to squeeze living from the
soil He began with Isaiah Cleve-
land who owned an adjoining thir-
ty-acre tract. Old Isaiah was Ne
gro, so the aggressive young Crack
er ploughed twenty feet over the
balk into his neighbours land. In
thee years Shay had so encroached
on the property that Cleveland went
to law about it only to learn that
his title was questionable and that
he owed his attorney one hundred
and fifty dollars. Tine lawyer accent
ed note secured by the property
for the debt and Pearson bought it
: with mocey borrowed from the
Southern Cotton Bank. In the full
ness of time, otter a season of rain
and another Of cheap cotton, old
Iss.af's farm was knocked down to
the white planter who permitted
him and his family to work their
old land as troopers. By loans and
similar transactions Shay had ac-
quired farm after farm and now
ruled his lands and the thirty-twO
families on them, like medieval
lord.
A SOW and two pigs wandered out
n of side road and stood roofing
in ditch by the highway. A flock
OF buzzards, feeding on the carcass
of pig killed by passing motorist,
took wing at the cars approach and
swarned to the dead limbs of tree
to eye them oWlishly.
Wont be much left O that there
pig by the time I gifts back" the
warden commented amiably
mo, sub. Reck'n not" the boy
agreed, glancing back to the buzz
yards returning to the feast.
Il amt never seed such smellers
as them buzzards have. once saw
a pig run down like that there one
was an there wasn't buzzard
around an a couple O. hours later
when 1 passed by, them bones was
picked clean. Picked clean they
was"
He paused and added thought
fully:
Them buzzards has sho got Won
derful smellers."
HOME.
At a turn in the road David saw
I, the familiar live oak rising before
This home like a lonely sentinel, its
widespread branches shading the
roof OF the,rickety porch. The cabin
rested on three brick stills and an
upright log Of hickory.
"Well. reck'n here's where you
git out" the warden smiled. He
pulled up at the deep wagon ruts
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