“Hejup, Ned!”
“Le’s go, white folks!”
But for half an hour that night in their bunk tent each dwelt at length on the superior advantages of his particular job and scorned the task of the other. Then they traded.
Halfaman Daisy sang as he drove from camp next morning with the empty tank wagon—sang thusly, out of one corner of his drooping mouth:
“Oh, a-workin’ on the levee outa New Orleans,
A-livin’ on-a bananas and-a wormy beans,
Mosquitoes a-bit me through a-nineteen screens,
And an alligator gobbled up me ramblin’ jeans!—
And me pay day—for me ba-bay!
And me pay day outa New Orleans!”