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 looked
hard and I watched closet and I never found it.
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