Then she said to the pickininny: "Child, doan eat that meat.

Save it foh you papa when he come home." When I got into New Orleans the next morning, I traded my Plowboy tobacco for a bar of laundry soap.

With my twenty-five cents I bought a cotton undershirt.

Then I went into the "jungle" at Algiers, a town across the river from New Orleans, and built a fire in the jungle (a wooded place where hoboes camp) and heated some water in an old tin pail I found there.

Then I took off all my clothes and threw my underwear away.