The camps became fixed—each a short day’s journey from the last.
And on the road the panic overcame some of the families, so that they drove night and day, stopped to sleep in the cars, and drove on to the West, flying from the road, flying from movement. And these lusted so greatly to be settled that they set their faces into the West and drove toward it, forcing the clashing engines over the roads.
But most of the families changed and grew quickly into the new life.
And when the sun went down
Time to look out for a place to stop.
And—there’s some tents ahead.
The car pulled off the road and stopped, and because others were there first, certain courtesies were necessary. And the man, the leader of the family, leaned from the car.
Can we pull up here an’ sleep?
Why, sure, be proud to have you. What State you from?
Come all the way from Arkansas.