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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