"Houseboats don't grow on bushes down there, do they ?" "Oh, we had a little money," George Fremont replied, "but not enough to take us to Chicago in Pullman coaches.

The joint purse was somewhere about $10.

We built the houseboat ourselves, of course." "Must have been a strange experience, going broke like that!" one of the others said.

"Hurry up and tell us about it! I believe it does a fellow good, once in a while, to get where he's got to hustle for himself or go hungry!" he added, glancing at the others for appreciation of the sentiment.
"I suppose it does seem funny for some other fellow to be broke in a desolate land," said another voice, "but it isn't so funny right there on the spot.

Little Old New York looked a long way off when we were in Nashville!" The speaker, a boy of sixteen, short, and heavily built, left a window from which he had been looking out on a wild March night and joined the group before the fire.