The Road

I got a "set-down," and the tramp doesn't live who won't miss a train for a set-down any time.

PICTURES

"What do it matter where or 'ow we die, So long as we've our 'ealth to watch it all?" --Sestina of the Tramp-Royal

Perhaps the greatest charm of tramp-life is the absence of monotony. In Hobo Land the face of life is protean--an ever changing phantasmagoria, where the impossible happens and the unexpected jumps out of the bushes at every turn of the road. The hobo never knows what is going to happen the next moment; hence, he lives only in the present moment. He has learned the futility of telic endeavor, and knows the delight of drifting along with the whimsicalities of Chance.

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