Scranton will never miss Brother Lu; and the wide world he loves so well beckons to him to come on.

After all, once a tramp always a tramp, they say; and as a rule such fellows die in the harness." "It's really a disease, I've read, like the hookworm down South, that makes so many of the poor, underfed whites in the mountain districts seem too lazy for any use.

It gets in the blood when they are boys, and they feel a strong yearning just to loaf, and knock around, and pick up their meals when and where they can." "Well, I can believe a part of that, Hugh, but the meal end is too much for me to swallow.

Whoever heard of a tramp who didn't respond to a dinner-bell on a farm?
Eating and sleeping are their long suits, and they can beat the world at both.

When it comes to going in swimming now, they draw the line every time, for fear of taking cold, I reckon.