Sugar workers of a bitter reality. Their sustenance drips sweet from the rusty blade of their machetes back into the borrowed ground. They break their backs through long, hot days and hard hours on a wage no higher than the sprouts of the early crop. No hardship will diminish their strength of soul. No misfortune will rob them of their manhood. Cultures might be blended in this community of natives and immigrants, but the spirit of the man remains one and the same.