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A fierce lightning-flash filled it with
a ghostly light, and showed me within arm's length a white and
scared face with eyes starting from their sockets at the sight of
me. The next moment all was black darkness again. My heart stood
still for what seemed the longest moment of my life. Then there
came out of the darkness a quaking voice asking, "Is anybody there?"
For once I was glad to have a live tramp about. I really thought
it was a ghost.
The last few miles to Camden I rode in a cattle-car, arriving there
at night, much the worse for the wear of it on my linen duster. In
the freight-yard I was picked up by a good-hearted police captain
who took me to his station, made me tell him my story, and gave me
a bed in an unused cell, the door of which he took the precaution
to lock on the outside. But I did not mind. Rather that a hundred
times than the pig-sty in the New York station-house. In the morning
he gave me breakfast and money to get my boots blacked and to pay
my fare across the Delaware. And so my homeless wanderings came,
for the time being, to an end.


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