A Thousand-Mile Walk 
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 anight’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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