I also brought along a flour sack half full of biscuits, cold pancakes, corn bread, chicken necks and wings and scraps of roasts and steaks.

These hungry men, with their schooners of beer, made a feast of these scraps.

My loyalty in coming every night and giving them everything I could scrape together touched them deeply.

They regarded me as deserving special honor, and while they believed in democracy as a general proposition, they voted that it would be carrying equality too far if they permitted me to get no more out of my work than all the rest got.

So they decided that I was to have a fifteen-cent bed each night instead of a five-cent flop with the rest of them.