Too many people in a hurry. Ya see ‘em buzzin’ ‘round in their automobiles like turd flies.  Where they’re goin’, I don’t know. No sense to it, make yerself sick. A tramp, that’s the beauty of it, a tramp don’t have ta be in a hurry. I take my time. Like when I’m breakin’ camp, I’ll take the better part a the day ta make sure ev’rything’s in order. I scrub the soot off the bottom a my banjo an’ cook pot, wash my fork an’ spoon, give my knife a good sharpnin’, an’ make sure I got enough coffee an’ tabacca ta travel with. It takes me a good while ta get ev’rything together to where I’m set for movin’. Got a heap a stuff ta pack. All toll it weighs a good bit. Pack it on my back, an’ carry my bedroll in one hand. I move along, not fast, but I get to where it is I’m goin’.

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