In Winter Quarters 



acquaintances this same afternoon, I 

 am not sure but the term is more or less 

 applicable to others than the hobo who 

 makes no secret of his status in the 

 social scale. Still I am not yet quite 

 an abandoned craft, for sometimes I 

 fetch myself sharply about and find 

 real satisfaction in a course squared 

 with the regularly charted lanes of 

 human travel. 



I note one other point of divergence 

 between poor "weary William" and 

 myself. He has gone straight by the 

 finest tree I know in this whole forest, 

 and never even so much as gave it a 

 casual glance. That is to me little less 

 than criminal. Let us make up for 

 his boorishness therefore in that par- 

 ticular by paying our respects before 

 we pass. It is a member of the willow 

 tribe, and on its hoary trunk there is a 

 rusted label, evidently tacked there 

 years ago by order of some park super- 

 intendent who had some adequate 

 appreciation of the duties of his posi- 

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