The drylanders were foreigners, for the most part, Finns and Swedes and such, and he had not much use for foreigners, and none at all for farmers. The shacks of log or clapboard covered with tar paper, their futile attempts to grow shade trees in the cranky, alkali soil, the clothes they wore—the big overalls and broken shoes—the wives who planted and hoed beside them, all reminded Phil of the changing times.
