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tramp such a "tuck-out" as he did not appear to 

 have had for a long time. He said he was a turner 

 by trade, that he had been thrown out of work at 

 Manchester, was tramping that day from Scar- 

 borough to Whitby (twenty-two miles) on his way 

 home to Newcastle, where he had friends. He had 

 carried my "swag" carefully through the woods, 

 and only lost two useful web straps, which may 

 have been torn from his ragged pockets by the 

 brambles. I furnished him not only with a bellyful 

 of food, but some means to pursue his long journey, 

 and I assure you the gratitude the poor fellow 

 showed by his words and his looks was an abund- 

 ant reward for me for the trials we had undergone 

 together. 



Never again will I attempt to fish in Scalby 

 Beck. 



A writer in the Scarborough Post, under the 

 pseudonym Blue Dun, animadverts in a kindly way 

 on my adventures. He pities me for having re- 

 course to a tramp to carry my impedimenta, and 

 expresses a wish that he had been with me, as he 

 could have put me " in the way of bagging a few 

 pounders." Of course I should have been delighted 

 to have had his company had I known of him, who 

 seems to know the beck so well, but I went in pure 

 ignorance, never dreaming but that I should meet 

 with some living being who could show me the 

 way. I thought that at least I should find the 

 keeper whom Bhte Dun mentions, but whom I 

 soon came to regard as a myth. I described my 



