By the time him and Pop had finished filling all the tubs there’d been three more carloads of men showed up to watch. They’d gawk at the tubs and the sacks of sugar like they couldn’t believe it, and then they’d whisper among themselves and shake their heads and drive off. But it was next day that they really started coming. When I woke up, Pop and Uncle Sagamore was getting ready to leave again. They give me my first day’s pay, and said for me to go right on shelling corn. “Are you still looking for hogs?” I asked. “Yeah,” Pop says. “Matter of fact, we might not get back till tomorrow evenin’. Pickin’ out just the right hawg for a scientific experiment like this is a slow proposition.” Well, they hadn’t been gone more than twenty minutes when the first car showed up, and doggone if it wasn’t Curly Minifee. I was just starting on the corn when I heard music, and here come the red-and-white truck down the hill with the loudspeakers blaring. And behind it was another car.
What do You think about Uncle Sagamore And His Girls?
