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1947 



THE PEARL 



by John Steinbeck 



First published in the Woman's Home Companion as "The Pearl of the 



World". 



Copyright John Steinbeck, 1945. Copyright renewed Elaine Steinbeck, 



John Steinbeck IV and Thom Steinbeck, 1973. Public Domain Text  



 



THE PEARL - 



"In the town they tell the story of the great pearl- how it was found 



and how it was lost again. They tell of Kino, the fisherman, and of his 



wife, Juana, and of the baby, Coyotito. And because the story has been 



told so often, it has taken root in every man's mind. And, as with all 



retold tales that are in people's hearts, there are only good and bad 



things and black and white things and good and evil things and no in-



between anywhere. 



"If this story is a parable, perhaps everyone takes his own meaning 



from it and reads his own life into it. In any case, they say in the 



town that..." 



CHAPTER I - 



Kino awakened in the near dark. The stars still shone and the day had 



drawn only a pale wash of light in the lower sky to the east. The 



roosters had been crowing for some time, and the early pigs were 



already beginning their ceaseless turning of twigs and bits of wood to 



see whether anything to eat had been overlooked. Outside the brush 



house in the tuna clump, a covey of little birds chittered and flurried 



with their wings. 



Kino's eyes opened, and he looked first at the lightening square which 



was the door and then he looked at the hanging box where Coyotito 



slept. And last he turned his head to Juana, his wife, who lay beside 



him on the mat, her blue head shawl over her nose and over her breasts 



and around the small of her back. Juana's eyes were open too. Kino 



could never remember seeing them closed when he awakened. Her dark eyes 



made little reflected stars. She was looking at him as she was always 



looking at him when he awakened. 



Kino heard the little splash of morning waves on the beach. It was very 



good- Kino closed his eyes again to listen to his music. Perhaps he 



alone did this and perhaps all of his people did it. His people had 



once been great makers of songs so that everything they saw or thought 



or did or heard became a song. That was very long ago. The songs 



remained; Kino knew them, but no new songs were added. That does not 



mean that there were no personal songs. In Kino's head there was a song 



now, clear and soft, and if he had been able to speak of it, he would 



have called it the Song of the Family. 



His blanket was over his nose to protect him from the dank air. His 



eyes flicked to a rustle beside him. It was Juana arising, almost 



soundlessly. On her hard bare feet she went to the hanging box where 



Coyotito slept, and she leaned over and said a little reassuring word. 



Coyotito looked up for a moment and closed his eyes and slept again. 



Juana went to the fire pit and uncovered a coal and fanned it alive 



while she broke little pieces of brush over it. 



Now Kino got up and wrapped his blanket about his head and nose and 



shoulders. He slipped his feet into his sandals and went outside to 



watch the dawn. 



Outside the door he squatted down and gathered the blanket ends about 



his knees. He saw the specks of Gulf clouds flame high in the air. And 



a goat came near and sniffed at him and stared with its cold yellow 



eyes. Behind him Juana's fire leaped into flame and threw spears of 



light through the chinks of the brush-house wall and threw a wavering 



square of light out the door. A late moth blustered in to find the 



fire. The Song of the Family came now from behind Kino. And the rhythm 



of the family song was the grinding stone where Juana worked the corn 



for the morning cakes. 



The dawn came quickly now, a wash, a glow, a lightness, and then an 



explosion of fire as the sun arose out of the Gulf. Kino looked down to 



cover his eyes from the glare. He could hear the pat of the corncakes 



in the house and the rich smell of them on the cooking plate. The ant

tainted_love900 Report | 08/07/2007 3:39 pm

1947 



THE PEARL 



by John Steinbeck 



First published in the Woman's Home Companion as "The Pearl of the 



World". 



Copyright John Steinbeck, 1945. Copyright renewed Elaine Steinbeck, 



John Steinbeck IV and Thom Steinbeck, 1973. Public Domain Text  



 



THE PEARL - 



"In the town they tell the story of the great pearl- how it was found 



and how it was lost again. They tell of Kino, the fisherman, and of his 



wife, Juana, and of the baby, Coyotito. And because the story has been 



told so often, it has taken root in every man's mind. And, as with all 



retold tales that are in people's hearts, there are only good and bad 



things and black and white things and good and evil things and no in-



between anywhere. 



"If this story is a parable, perhaps everyone takes his own meaning 



from it and reads his own life into it. In any case, they say in the 



town that..." 



CHAPTER I - 



Kino awakened in the near dark. The stars still shone and the day had 



drawn only a pale wash of light in the lower sky to the east. The 



roosters had been crowing for some time, and the early pigs were 



already beginning their ceaseless turning of twigs and bits of wood to 



see whether anything to eat had been overlooked. Outside the brush 



house in the tuna clump, a covey of little birds chittered and flurried 



with their wings. 



Kino's eyes opened, and he looked first at the lightening square which 



was the door and then he looked at the hanging box where Coyotito 



slept. And last he turned his head to Juana, his wife, who lay beside 



him on the mat, her blue head shawl over her nose and over her breasts 



and around the small of her back. Juana's eyes were open too. Kino 



could never remember seeing them closed when he awakened. Her dark eyes 



made little reflected stars. She was looking at him as she was always 



looking at him when he awakened. 



Kino heard the little splash of morning waves on the beach. It was very 



good- Kino closed his eyes again to listen to his music. Perhaps he 



alone did this and perhaps all of his people did it. His people had 



once been great makers of songs so that everything they saw or thought 



or did or heard became a song. That was very long ago. The songs 



remained; Kino knew them, but no new songs were added. That does not 



mean that there were no personal songs. In Kino's head there was a song 



now, clear and soft, and if he had been able to speak of it, he would 



have called it the Song of the Family. 



His blanket was over his nose to protect him from the dank air. His 



eyes flicked to a rustle beside him. It was Juana arising, almost 



soundlessly. On her hard bare feet she went to the hanging box where 



Coyotito slept, and she leaned over and said a little reassuring word. 



Coyotito looked up for a moment and closed his eyes and slept again. 



Juana went to the fire pit and uncovered a coal and fanned it alive 



while she broke little pieces of brush over it. 



Now Kino got up and wrapped his blanket about his head and nose and 



shoulders. He slipped his feet into his sandals and went outside to 



watch the dawn. 



Outside the door he squatted down and gathered the blanket ends about 



his knees. He saw the specks of Gulf clouds flame high in the air. And 



a goat came near and sniffed at him and stared with its cold yellow 



eyes. Behind him Juana's fire leaped into flame and threw spears of 



light through the chinks of the brush-house wall and threw a wavering 



square of light out the door. A late moth blustered in to find the 



fire. The Song of the Family came now from behind Kino. And the rhythm 



of the family song was the grinding stone where Juana worked the corn 



for the morning cakes. 



The dawn came quickly now, a wash, a glow, a lightness, and then an 



explosion of fire as the sun arose out of the Gulf. Kino looked down to 



cover his eyes from the glare. He could hear the pat of the corncakes 



in the house and the rich smell of them on the cooking plate. The ant

tainted_love900 Report | 08/03/2007 1:44 pm

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TO US .



FOR THE MEN WHO HAVE US,



THE LOSERS WHO HAD US,



AND THE LUCKY PEOPLE WHO WILL MEET US!!



SEND THIS ONLY TO PRETTY LADIES , INCLUDING THE ONE



WHO SENT IT TO YOU!!!



You have been hit. You have been considered One of



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Once you have been hit, you have to hit 10 pretty ladies.



If you get hit again you know you're really pretty.



If you fail to forward this, you'll have ugliness for 10 years.



So hit 10 pretty



ladies on your friends list and let them know they are pretty

pyramuslink Report | 07/21/2007 2:00 pm

Hello, Pretty Lady!

THIS IS A TOAST....

TO US .

FOR THE MEN WHO HAVE US,

THE LOSERS WHO HAD US,

AND THE LUCKY PEOPLE WHO WILL MEET US!!

SEND THIS ONLY TO PRETTY LADIES , INCLUDING THE ONE

WHO SENT IT TO YOU!!!

You have been hit. You have been considered One of

the 10 prettiest ladies on my friends list.

Once you have been hit, you have to hit 10 pretty ladies.

If you get hit again you know you're really pretty.

If you fail to forward this, you'll have ugliness for 10 years.

So hit 10 pretty

ladies on your friends list and let them know they are pretty

pyramuslink Report | 07/18/2007 12:23 pm

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tainted_love900 Report | 07/13/2007 10:33 am

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