A Thousand-Mile Walk 



ers have been killed or driven away during the 



war.&quot; 



Arriving at the last house, my knock at the 

 door was answered by a bright, good-natured, 

 good-looking little woman, who in reply to my 

 request for a night s lodging and food, said, &quot; Oh, 

 I guess so. I think you can stay. Come in and 

 I ll call my husband.&quot; &quot;But I must first warn 

 you,&quot; I said, &quot;that I have nothing smaller to 

 offer you than a five-dollar bill for my enter 

 tainment. I don t want you to think that I am 

 trying to impose on your hospitality.&quot; 



She then called her husband, a blacksmith, 

 who was at work at his forge. He came out, 

 hammer in hand, bare-breasted, sweaty, be 

 grimed, and covered with shaggy black hair. 

 In reply to his wife s statement, that this young 

 man wished to stop over night, he quickly re 

 plied, &quot;That s all right; tell him to go into the 

 house.&quot; He was turning to go back to his shop, 

 when his wife added, &quot; But he says he has n t 

 any change to pay. He has nothing smaller 

 than a five-dollar bill.&quot; Hesitating only a mo- 

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