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half block there on Quincy Street, with houses on it too.
I haint gonna tell ya nothin about thet though, my boss done
tola me I doan hafter tell nobody thet; nor how much I makes
offen them neither."

With this, Rich rose and went inside again and when he
came out he carried a piece of carbon paper in his hand.

"Here," he said, "take this yere piece of paper and put
hit 'tween them papers you'se written on, I still doan take
much stock in what you're doin and I want proof about hit
when I tells my boss-man. You gimme the other copy fer to
keep.

"I shore would be up agin hit iffen I couldn't read nor
write on this yere job, cause I have to report everthing my
boss man tells me not to talk.

"I been workin in this camp fer five year, but I been in
the turpentine biz all my life, follered hit from camp to camp.
I now keeps all the records belongin to the company and make
out my report to the boss-man.

"Mentionin turpentine camps though, makes me think a
Lakelan, a-way back yonder. I can remember when hit warn't
nary thing but jest a turpentine camp itself, and how they
come out yere to this section and cut and toted away the pines
fer to build thet town.

"No, we doan own our house yere, we's only allowed to
stay yere as long as we work fer this company. But we gets
to stay free of charge. None of us folks pays any rent.

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