The bull there in Wilmar. Connally, I think his name was. Never seen him give a tramp a hard time. Why, he’d come down to the jungle and visit with the guys, you know, askin’ ‘em where they’s goin’ and where they’s been and all like that. Even askin’ about their families. He was just curious. Was always smokin’ a pipe. Think he was born with that thing. He was good to a tramp. I was talkin’ to him one time, and he sez  there’s one thing bothers him about tramps: they’s all alone. They got no one. He sez everybody should have somebody, somebody that cares for ‘em and somebody to look after. That kind of thing. Really seemed to get to him. He retired last year. Plenty of tramps remember him.

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