A "Thousand- Mile TValk 



ers have been killed or driven away during the 



war." 



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, "Oh, 

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

 I'll call my husband." *'But I must first warn 

 you," I said, "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." 



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, "That's all right; tell him to go into the 

 house." He was turning to go back to his shop, 

 when his wife added, " But he says he has n't 

 any change to pay. He has nothing smaller 

 than a five-dollar bill." Hesitating only a mo- 



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