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He was no professional 'hobo, but belonged to that class who take to tramping from necessity rather than from choice a too great love for the bottle being the necessity. They find an odd job here and there, hold it until pay day, squander the month's earnings in the nearest saloon, then on again in search of a job somewhere else.
"I was fairly certain that the hobo had salted the place for me, made the tracks himself; but I played out a line to him. "'How do you know that? I said. "'Well, Governor, he answered, 'take a look at them two line of tracks.
Hobo was a large dog, and since he had become a member of the family at Dolittle Cottage the hollows of his gaunt frame had been filling out rapidly. With such a projectile hurled against a window, the result could not be in doubt. There was a startling crash.
The victim was a lean and dyspeptic-looking hobo, the one who had laughed least of all of us. We said we didn't want any water which was the truth. Not the wealth of Ormuz and of Ind, nor the pressure of a pneumatic ram, could have forced another drop into my saturated carcass. The coon looked disappointed, then rose to the occasion and guessed he'd have some. He meant it, too.
Eye-restful solace came however with the sight of the ever-nearing glorious sun-crowned peaks of the mighty "Rockies," sharply silhouetted against the dazzling blue of the sky. Children's voices behind him suddenly broke in upon his reverie. "That man!" said a small squeaking treble, "was a hobo.
You're the first hobo I ever saw who could do a day's work without cryin'." The queer ways of the Congdons had not been referred to between them until the third evening, when they took counsel of their tobacco apart from the other men, sprawling on the grass in a friendly intimacy that Archie found flattering.
"Well, I'm right sorry," said Corliss. "You're the queerest Hobo I ever saw." "That's what they all say," said Sundown, grinning. "I ain't no common hand-out grabber, not me! I learnt things from Bill. He had class!" "You sure Will never said anything about the Concho, or his brother, or Chance?" "Chance? Who's he?" "Wolf-dog that belonged to Will." "Gee Gosh!
Never before had Bunker Hill seen a better built man or one more open-faced and frank, but he came down the trail with the familiar hobo-limp and Bunker set his jaws and waited. It was such men as this, young and strong and full of blood, who had kept him poor for years. Hobo miners, the most expert of their craft, and begging their grub on the trail!
The image was photographed upon his brain for life the honest, laughing eyes, the well moulded features harmonizing so well with the voice, and the impossible garments which marked the man hobo and bum as plainly as though he wore a placard suspended from his neck. The stranger halted. Once more darkness enveloped them. "Lovely evening for a stroll," remarked the man.
"Goozlemy, goozlemy, goozlemy!" he squeaked, "that man was a real hobo." His grimace was returned with interest. Alice hugged her puppy awhile contentedly, murmuring in that canine's ear, "What a silly old thing that tomato-can must have been. If I'd been him I'd have kept my mouth shut." "Cow Run!" intoned the brakeman monotonously, passing through the coaches, "Cow Run next stop!"
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