I went the same way as them two yeggmen a hull dern week to try and find out where the good in 'em was.

I guess they must be some mistake somewheres, fur I looked hard and I watched closet and I never found it.

They is many kinds of hobos and tramps, perfessional and amachure, and lots of kinds of bums, and lots of young fellers working their way around to see things, like I was, and lots of working men in hard luck going from place to place, and all them kinds is humans.

But the real yeggman ain't even a dog.
And oncet I went all the way from Chicago to Baltimore with a serious, dern fool that said he was a soshyologest, whatever them is, and was going to put her all into a book about the criminal classes.

He worked hard trying to get at the reason I was a hobo.