The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-07-09
AMATEUR TRAmps IN ENGLAND.
Their Experiences of Hard Work in
Casual Ward.
Josiah Flynt in the Century.

Casual Ward.
Josiah Flynt in the Century
We appeared at the door Of the ward
about half-past in the evening. A little
window was raised, and stepped forward
to state my business. Unconsciously ]
leaned against the sill of the window
which offended the Inspector in charge
considerably.
whats your name" he Numbered. Still
leaning on the sill. I gave him my name
honestly enough. He then remarked to
some person inside that we were not ac-
| customed to such places, evidently, and
| called out, Stand back, will your Back
1 stood. He cried out again, Take off
your hat" My hat came of instanter. Still
again: ''You come in here as II you was a
meeleeonary You're not; you're casual. "
was as meek as could well be- Ryborg
was itching to grab the inspector with his
long arms. The next question was as to
where we had slept the night efore.
"Straw-stack," 1 replied.
None of your impudepcei You slept out
why don't you say SO? Have you got any
money!"
"A ha'penny sir"
Hand 1t in" In 1t went. Then had to
tell my trade, which was that of a sailor;
and naturally the next question was as to
where / was bound
ITO Amer.ky, sir. II ca ever get there"
You're going to tramp IT, aren't you2'
Yes, sir, that's my intention;' but for
the life of me l could not see how I was
going to reach America that way. / was
so frightened that ] would have told him
anything he wanted.
When he was through with us, kind
hearted attendant took US in hand, gave US
some Cruel and bread, bath, clean night
shirts, and then a cell apiece, in which we
slept very we'll.
AS there were only four inmates that
morning, we were needed for the cleaning
up, and so escaped stone-breaking which
dreaded exceedingly, and were put at va
rious light occupations-or rather / was
Ryborg was the victim OF his strength Our
breakfast consisted of the same dish as our
supper the night before. / was soon
busy as general fireman. scrubber, knife
cleaner. coal-carrier, dish-washer ana
helper of my sister-sufferer. Mrs. Murphy
as she washed her task Of towels and
shirts. At noon we had pea CUP and bread
enjoyed II, but Ryborg did not. The
poor fellow was feeling badly; he had had
to scrub nearly twenty cells, and the bend
ing over incident to such feat had nearly
broken his back. At dinner he said plain
lively, "Flynt, / want to go home" $50
do /. replied, but fancy we're wanted
here until tomorrow morning" This
proved to be the case; but he felt better
in the afternoon, and got through COM
fortably. wheeling nearly a ton of stone
from some of the cells to the general pile.
He earned his keep" If ever any poor
prisoner did.
fear / was more shiftless, for about
the middle of the afternoon the attendant
who was with me at the furnace said:
You might as well rest; just keep your
eyes on the fires, that's all"
1t was kind of him, and as l had at
least earned my pea soup and cruel. /
took his advice. He was kinder to me /
think, because had given him a corncob
pipe. which he had had to talR way from
me the night before. During the day he
had asked me several questions about it,
and l said:
IT'S a decent sort of pipe-coolin like.
you know"
Doesn't Mark Twain always smoke one
O. them pipes7" said he.
"Blest If / know" said 1; but l can
we'll think IT,"
I'm a great friend Of Mark Twalns,"
he pursued: IAN I'm a-thinkin' O. gettin
one o them pipes, Jest out o. respect for
him."
Well" said !, permit me in the name
of your respect, TO present you with my
pipe; besides, you've got it anyhow" He
thanked me profusely. and promised to
keep II forever Later in the day he re-
ported to be just as / had said: Sort o.
coolin' like" And he was good friend to