The Hawaiian star. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu]) 1893-1912, 1912-06-01
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ranch intent upon feasting his soul
with idleness, and here he was a few
feet away from the gate breaking his
back in the service Of a despised hobo!
"Not'in' to do but pound me ear
while de oder guy cooks me peck!"
unused the irritating Mike, speaking
out loud. He pulled one Of Bungs
cigarettes while he mused
81 no workee 70 you plenty long"
said Bung peevishly, bending over the
fire. when I eat UNI chickee I CO.
Everything comes to de guy what
waits for de handout!" said the tramp
luxuriously.
Supper was ready about the time
the yellow moon began 90 swing up
over the horizon. Mike the Pig ate
with a will and a sharp stick He pro-
nOunced the meal "setdown,' a
phrase meaning banquet" IN Hoboese.
But when Bung also sharpened a stick
and attempted to attack the feast,
Mike showed him to one side with no
pretense of gentleness.
Hired help don't eat wit de boss"
he explained, as he dangled a tempt
ing morsel of white meat. Despite his
prejudice against eating stolen food,
Bung was ravenous for a share and
plotted murder against this insulting
glutton.
Finally Mike the Pig finished with a
deep sigh and handed the can over to
Bung, who, after much exploration and
fishing in the gravy, was at last able
to spear a portion of a carrot and the
neck of the late Plymouth Rock.
Meanwhile, Mike the Pig stretched
himself full length in the sand and
waxed reminiscent. Now, in one i'm.
portant particular tramps and some
physicians are alike. Both love to be.
guile their leisure by Boosting of their
operations on the human race. The
hobo's skill is less costly to the pa
tient, perhaps; but it is also much
less likely to bestow a benefit. A
hobo's fees are small; but he always
gets more than he deserves.
Mike the Pig, replete with slumgul.
lion, grew eloquent in praise of his
own misdeeds. According to his con,
| fession, he Yves a sort of peanut des-
| perado, a chicken-coop burglar, a swim.
der without ingenuity, a criminal with,
out courage. Nothing seemed too mean
to claim his professional attentions
He had robbed roosts along the valley
until his palate tired of the taste Of
chicken. Disregarding Bung's eviden
unwillingness to listen, he talked OF
and on, an idle man with an idle tale
to tell. He told Of many raids upol
unprotected clothes lines; of how a
midnight he had lifted cans of mill
from convenient dairy yards; how h,
had poisoned watchdog here ant
there and set fire to an occasional hay
stack as a rebuke to inhabitants witt
had failed to come over with thu
handouts" He related with great com
edy effect how once, on a lonesom
road, he had encountered a drunken
deaf-mute and robbed the silent inc
briate of nickel watch and eighty
five cents small change.
"Y' oughter hit the road wit me,
said Mike enthusiastically. IT'S
great life!"
You velly smart man" agreed Bum
with apparent innocence. Some day
mebbe, you be President Unity States.
"Huh!" snorted Mike. 81 wouldn'
be President! I'd rather be what
en- A hobo is a free guy. He ain
mixed up in CRAFTS and deals the wa
them politicians is"
yep. You velly fine man. Stea
UNI milk can, steal UNI chickee-yol
no call that glaft, mebbe?"
"Nixy, Chino Dat amt graft. Bein
hobo, know me rights. The vol,
owes me a Twin; when I lift a mill
can here and dere, I'm only DRAWN
me salary"
Mike, in his complicated vocabulary
went on to explain how he had heater
his way fifteen hundred miles sine
winter, had broken his leg falling from
brakebeam, and had walked like
book agent on begging expeditions.
Dodge work keep man velly busy,
observed Bung.
ITS a matter O. principle wit me,
said the hobo Il amt goin' to hell
none O. them capitalists by woikin' 70
'em. Milky me! Look de way day trav
ell round in golden gas buggies grind
in de laborin' man down into tn
dust"
"He glind plenty dust on you'll" salt
the appreciative listener
. Night closed down, and Bung coul,
see the lights of the oliver hous
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