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A Half-hand Bigshot |
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the lead—and then I picked up a big log and turned around and told him I was going to die before he'd get me back. 1 couldn't hardly talk, my throat was so dry, but I guess that man must have understood me, because, when 1 began to make my advance with that log, he backed away and left me alone. I went on a few miles further through the woods and just fell down somewhere, finally, and slept. The next day I stole some clothes off a poor farmer s wash line, walked into Mobile to a gal's house 1 knew, fell down and slept for a week. . . . That cured me of riding the railroad without paying my fare for quite a while. |
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