Короли и капуста
The Shamrock and the Palm
"Thatnight,abouttwelve,IwokeupHalloranandtoldhimmyscheme.
"‘Runaway?’saysHalloran.‘GoodLord,Clancy,doyemeanit?Why,Iain’tgotthenerve.It’stoochilly,andIain’tsleptenough.Runaway?Itoldyou,Clancy,I’veeatthelettuce.I’velostmygrip.’Tisthetropicsthat’sdoneit.’Tislikethepoetsays:"Forgottenareourfriendsthatwehaveleftbehind;inthehollowlettuce-landwewillliveandlayreclined."Youbettergoon,Clancy.I’llstay,Iguess.It’stooearlyandcold,andI’msleepy.’
"SoIhadtoleaveHalloran.Idressedquiet,andslippedoutofthetentwewerein.WhentheguardcamealongIknockedhimover,likeaninepin,withagreencocoanutIhad,andmadefortherailroad.Igotonthathand-carandmadeitfly.’TwasyetawhilebeforedaybreakwhenIsawthelightsofPortBarriosaboutamileaway.Istoppedthehand-carthereandwalkedtothetown.Isteppedinsidethecorporationsofthattownwithcareandhesitations.IwasnotafraidofthearmyofGuatemala,butmesoulquakedattheprospectofahand-to-handstrugglewithitsemploymentbureau.’Tisacountrythathiresitshelpeasyandkeeps’emlong.SureIcanfancyMissisAmericaandMissisGuatemalapassin’abitofgossipsomefine,stillnightacrossthemountains.‘Oh,dear,’saysMissisAmerica,‘andit’salotoftroubleI’mhavin’ag’inwiththehelp,señora,ma’am.
