A Day with a Tramp, and Other DaysWyckoff, Walter A. (Walter Augustus)
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A Day with a Tramp, and Other Days
Wyckoff, Walter A. (Walter Augustus)
Tramps -- United States; Working class -- United States
When I left Minneapolis, a little more than a week later, I had in mind
Mr. Ross’s challenge that any search for work in the interior of the
State would discover abundant opportunities. I was bound next,
therefore, for the Iowa border. It would not have taken long to reach it
at the usual rate of thirty miles a day. But I did not go through
directly. For several days I worked for a fine old Irish farmer near
Belle Plain, whose family was stanch Roman Catholic, and whose wife was
a veritable sister of mercy to the whole country side, indefatigable in
ministry to the sick and poor. A few days later I stopped again and
spent a memorable week as hired man on Mr. Barton’s farm near Blue Earth
City.
It was well along in July, therefore, when I crossed into Iowa from the
north, walking down by way of Elmore and Ledyard and Bancroft to Algona,
where I spent a few days and then set out for Council Bluffs.
The walk from Algona to Council Bluffs was a matter of two hundred miles
and a little more, perhaps. The heat was intense, but, apart from some
discomfort due to that, it was a charming walk, leading on through
regions that varied widely but constantly presented new phases of native
wealth. I should have enjoyed it more but for the awkwardness of my
position. It was embarrassing to meet the farmers, yet I wished to meet
all that I could. It was not easy to frame an excuse for not accepting
the work that was constantly offered to me. To negotiate with a farmer
for the job of helping with the chores in payment for a night’s lodging
and breakfast was trying to his temper, when he was at his wit’s end for
hands to help at the harvesting. I felt like one spying out the land and
mocking its need.
Through a long, hot afternoon I walked from Algona in the direction of
Humboldt, some twenty-six miles to the south. The country roads were
deserted, the whole population being in the hay-fields, apparently. The
corn, which was late in the planting, owing to the spring floods, was
making now a measured growth of five inches in the day.
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