in the livery
stable. They offered me one, but I hated that town. I wanted to light
out. I didn't much care where to.

Them Blanchet Brothers had left a good share of the money we took in
at the balloon ascension with the hospital people fur me before they
cleared out. But before I left that there town I seen they was one thing
I had to do to make myself easy in my mind. So I done her.

That was to hunt up that feller with his eye in the patch. It took me
a week to find him. He lived down near some railroad yards. I might of
soaked him with a coupling link and felt a hull lot better. But I didn't
guess it would do to pet and pamper my feelings too much. So I does it
with my fists in a quiet place, and does it very complete, and leaves
that town in a cattle car, feeling a hull lot more contented in my mind.

Then they was a hull dern year I didn't stay nowhere very long, nor
work at any one job too long, neither. I jest worked from place to place
seeing things--big towns and rivers and mountains. Working here and
there, and loafing and riding blind baggages and freight trains between
jobs, I covered a lot of ground that year, and made some purty big
jumps, and got acquainted with some awful queer folks, first and last.

But the worst of that is lots of people gets to thinking I am a hobo.
Even one or two judges in police courts I got acquainted with had that
there idea of me. I always explains that I am not one, and am jest
travelling around to see things, and working when I feels like it, and
ain't no bum. But frequent I am not believed. And two, three different
times I gets to the place where I couldn't hardly of told myself from a
hobo, if I hadn't of knowed I wasn't one.

I got right well acquainted with some of them hobos, too. As fur as I
can see, they is as much difference in them as in other humans. Some
travels because they likes to see things, and some because they hates to
work, and some because they is in the habit and can't stop it. Well, I
know myself it's purty hard after while to stop it, fur where would you
stop at? What excuse is they to stop one place more'n another? I met all
kinds of 'em, and oncet I got in fur a week with a couple of real Johnny
Yeggs that is both in the pen now. I hearn a feller say one time there
is some good in every man. 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