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Hail to the hobo king
“It was all right,” said Norwood. “Some hobo got my boots on the train. He was one more slick customer. He took ’em right off my feet and I didn’t see him or hear him. Yeah, and I wisht I could get aholt of that sapsucker. He’d think boots. I wouldn’t care if it was the hobo king. It may of been the hobo king. He was plenty slick. Well, I’m not being serious there.”
“About what, the king?”
“They have a got a king. That’s right, this is no lie, I read this. They have got them a king just like England and France and he rules over every tramp in America just likeā¦a king.”
Has anyone else here heard about this boxcar monarch? Is he in Bulfinch? I’m ready to swear allegiance to him right this second, I swear to gawd. Now taking applications for inclusion on a road trip to the Big Rock Candy Mountain.
Tags: Charles Portis, hobo king, Norwood
All hail the king of the hobos! I bring him offerings of gnawed turkey legs and cans with missing labels.
All hail the king of the hobos! I bring him offerings of gnawed turkey legs and cans with missing labels.
Let us kiss his holy bindle.
Let us kiss his holy bindle.
I wish I had known about this before the election, so I could’ve started a netroots campaign on YouTube and made a million dollars.
I wish I had known about this before the election, so I could’ve started a netroots campaign on YouTube and made a million dollars.
i want to go to the candy mtn.
i want to go to the candy mtn.