Show HUNGRY HU G Y TRAMP TRAMPA I IA A Story From Charles N Crewdson s 8 New Book Tales of the Road Published by Courtesy of the Author Copyright 1905 by Charles N Crewdson Crowdson Not the poor joor widow alone but even the big hungry tramp comes comae in often otten to share the drummers generosity enero it A friend once told me of ot ofa ota ofa a good turn he did for a Weary Wil Willie Willie Willie lie in Butte Now If there thore is any place on earth where here a man is justified in being mean it Is 18 in Butte It is a mining camp campIt It rests upon bleak barren hills the sulphuric fumes fUntes arising from roasting ores have long since killed out all vegetation vegetation vegetation It has not even a sprig of grass gra This smoke also laden with arsenic sometimes hovers over oveT Butte like a London fog More lore wealth is every everyday everyday day da dug out of ot the earth In Butte and more money is s squandered there by more different kinds of people than in any place of at its size on earth The dictionary needs one adjective which should qualify Butte and no other place Many a time while there Ive expected to see Satan rise up out of a ahole ahole ahole hole Whenever I start to leave I feel I J am going away from the domain of ot the devil One morning I went down to the de do depot depot pot before 5 said my friend I was to take a belated train It was below zero yet et I paced up and down the platform outside breathing the sul sulphur sulphur sulphur smoke I J was anxious to catch sight of the train trin tr ln Through the bluish haze hazo the lamp in the depot cast a aUght light upon a men man standing near the t ack I went t over to him supposing he lie wasi wasa was a fellow traveling man mail But he was only a tramp who had been fired out of the waiting room I wore a warm chin chinchilla chinchilla chilla chUla but it made my teeth chatter to see this shivering hobo his hands in his pockets and his last summers light lightweight lightweight weight pinned close around his throat Fine Pine morning old man said I Maybe you tink so ro major replied the hobo but you stan out in de breeze breese longs I have in Fourth of Chuly I togs an have to have a long pipe pipedream pipedream pipedream dream to tink its a fine morning Say pard sup cup 0 o coffee coff e an a sinker go bad badI I took the tramp to the lunch coun counter counter ter tel I was wag hungry myself and told the I waiter walter to give him what shat he wanter I Cup o 0 coffee an am tick slag o 0 d tie pig pl please said my hobo friend I strawberries behind the counter and I said to the waiter Just start us both in on strawberries and cream then let us have havo coffee and some of ot that fried chicken n Sport you are in on this said I to the tramp He unpinned his coat and looked with longing eyes on O n the waiter as he pulled the caps oft off the berries he never said a word merely swallowing the se so secretion from his glands When he had gulped his berries J f told the waiter to give him some more Ever hungry major said the hobo Dats kind a n feather weight for my m Let me have a ham stead No go on you O shall have a good square meal Here take some more berries and have this fried chicken I answered shoving over another bowl bol of fruit and a big dish with a half a dozen cooked chickens on it ft Help yourself like it all aU belonged to you The hobo ate two halves of chicken drained his cup of coffee coff e and started to get down from his stool But he cast casta a n hungry look at the dish of chicken Have some more old man said I Its been since I had a good square meal that I could stan tan a little littlemore littlemore littlemore more major but let me go up UI against a ham Its got a longer reach rench No have chicken all the chicken you want and some more coffee said saidI I T Eat How that thal fellow did go 50 go for It ft five pieces of Id rather see him repeat than go goto goto goto to a minstrel show He slid sUd off his stool again saying Major I guess gu s Im all in Tanks Oh no have some come pie pe I said Well VeIl he replied Major s 5 you shift the deck deek guess I will vilI play one more frame I Gash o 0 apple said Weary to the waiter wan r When I insisted upon his having a third piece of pie the hobo said No major tanks I got to ring off or Ill break brenk the bank bankHe bankHe bankHe He for once had enough I gave him a cigar He sat down don to smoke contented I thought I paid the bill things are high in Montana you ou know his part was My hobo friend saw rung up on op the cash register Then I went over and sat ant down beside him t p Feeling good said I Yep but chee Dat feed spread out would a lasted me clear glear to Sain Sam Paul Pau |