For us it would last forever.
The day we walked out, others would walk in.

And it would be so small a part of Coxey's army that the main body would march on and never miss it.

I had just gone through that long, soul-killing period of idleness and had barely managed to find a job before I collapsed.

Now that we were to strike I would have to push that job aside and sink back into the abyss.
In reaching Elwood, I had tramped from Muncie, Indiana, to Anderson, a long weary walk for one whose feet, like mine, were not accustomed to it.

From Anderson I tramped to Frankton, and there I caught a freight and rode the bumpers to Elwood.