And two, three different times I gets to the place where I couldn't hardly of told myself from a hobo, if I hadn't of knowed I wasn't one.
I got right well acquainted with some of them hobos, too.

As fur as I can see, they is as much difference in them as in other humans.

Some travels because they likes to see things, and some because they hates to work, and some because they is in the habit and can't stop it.

Well, I know myself it's purty hard after while to stop it, fur where would you stop at?
What excuse is they to stop one place more'n another?
I met all kinds of 'em, and oncet I got in fur a week with a couple of real Johnny Yeggs that is both in the pen now.

I hearn a feller say one time there is some good in every man.