There was no attempt to have clean dishes, for two sets or more of children had already eaten, and others were yet coming in. The meal consisted of rice, honey and bread. So far as I could see there was nothing else. I now saw how a man could be boarded for thirty cents a day. They'll have something more substantial for supper, I thought, beginning to crust the top of a black-looking, half-done biscuit. The biscuits were unusually large ones, weighing nearly two pounds each. A little rice and honey and the huge top of the biscuit formed my meal. There was no denying the fact, I was hungry and was enjoying my portion quite well, when Mr. Black took a sudden notion to either become funny, or spoil my appetite, I don't know which. He had been kicking up a great fuss drinking his coffee, when all at once the noise ceased. He had caught a fly in his cup. Holding up the fly by the hind leg high into the air, he smilingly announced: "I've caught a sucker!" To my astonishment Mrs. Black took it as a great joke, and began laughing heartily. Thoroughly disgusted I kept silent. It was not long before Mr. Black caught another fly. Holding up the unfortunate fly between his thumb and forefinger, and with true Florida slowness, he drawled: "Well, darlin', I've caught another sucker." I'll not dwell upon all the funny things that happened during my short stay with the Blacks. I slept in the little shed room, and every night went to bed at dark, for there was no way of obtaining anything to read. Rice and honey continued in evidence on the table throughout. Only twice was the menu changed. On these two occasions Mrs. Black's ten-year-old son varied the diet by visiting the lakes, which were near the house, and fairly teeming with fish. Wild honey and fresh fish are both good, but at the end of a hard week's work at the saw-mill, I was ready for other fields of adventure, and settling my board bill, bade Mr. and Mrs. Black good-bye. As a result of my week's labor I now had the sum of seven dollars. Mr. Hall seemed sorry at my leaving. "You'd better be careful if you intend to beat to Pensacola," said he, "for I hear there are twenty-two white men working the county roads there for hoboing." "Well, I can only wish for better luck, sir, and I must now bid you good-bye." It was late Saturday afternoon when I reached Chipley. Straightway I proceeded to the only restaurant in the little town, and my next half hour was indeed a busy one. The bill was sixty cents, but I had no regrets. The passenger train bound for Pensacola was due in Chipley just before dark. Someone told me that I could catch the train at a long trestle about four miles from the town. I set out on foot at a rapid gait for the trestle and reached it slightly in advance of the train. Having but three or four coaches and running at full speed, the engineer was unable to check the train's flight before running almost midway of the bridge.