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Updated: August 7, 2026

Then twilight fell and I set off through the rambling town already boisterous with church services. Before the little sub-station a swarm of negroes was pounding tamborines and bawling lustily: Oh, yo mus' be a lover of de Lard Or yo cahn't go t' Heaven when yo di-ie.

Harry Alverson Franck - Zone Policeman 88; a close range study of the Panama canal and its workers