I stay on the tramp the year ‘roun’ ‘n keep to the North ‘n the West. Won’t have nothin’ to do with goin’ down South durin’ winter. Plenty a tramps winter down in Yuma er Florida er one a them places, but I don’t like goin’ where there’s too many other tramps. If I git to a place ‘n there’s a slew a tramps ‘roun’, I git the hell out. Too many in one place is no good. They’s each one hittin’ the same dumpsters, scrougin’ fer the same scrap ‘n lookin’ fer the same jobs. ‘N there ain’t ‘nuff to go ‘roun’. I keep to myself ‘n git along just fine.

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