Tramping with Tramps: Studies and Sketches of Vagabond LifeFlynt, Josiah
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Tramping with Tramps: Studies and Sketches of Vagabond Life
Flynt, Josiah
Tramps
some did not, and it was all according to chance.
[Illustration: AN AUCTION.]
From Brunswick a crowd of tramps, including myself, rode in a
fourth-class car to a little station called Peine, in the direction of
Hanover. A few of the men remained here in order to take in the
_Verpflegung-Station_ until the next day. This station, of which there
are about two thousand in Germany, is a place where a man professing to
be penniless can have a night's lodging, together with supper and
breakfast, for a few hours' work. I moved on toward Hanover with fifteen
other men who were bound in the same direction. They all had money, and
no love for the Verpflegung-Station. We tramped along at a pace of about
five kilometers to the hour--the usual gait of tramps when they are
compelled to use the highways. They can beg food enough on the road, and
thus the walking is not so disagreeable, for the German roads are
superb.
At one little village where we stopped for refreshments the crowd took
the place by storm, and the people were actually frightened into giving
us bread and meat. It is true that the men were rather violent and used
threatening language, yet there was no need to fear them, as they could
hardly have attempted to do any great harm. For the German tramp, as a
rule, though a great talker and "blower," is a coward, after all, and
when answered rather roughly usually subsides. At the village of Lehrte
we again boarded a train, and rode into Hanover late in the evening.
Some of my companions went to the Heimath, but the majority hunted out
the common Herberge, and I followed the crowd. I was treated in the same
fashion as at Magdeburg, and was asked no questions about a pass. There
was great excitement in the Herberge over several little auctions, which
the tramps were conducting for their own benefit. Some had coats, vests,
and trousers to sell, while others were crying up the virtue of old
buttons, collars, cuffs, neckties, and even pocket-books, the latter
being found in almost every tramp's pocket. He finds them companionable,
he says, whether he has any money or not. Several coats sold for five
and ten cents apiece, while trousers brought higher prices. Knives were
also on the market, and fully a dozen changed hands. I was struck in
these auctions by the absence of Jews. In fact, I met only three during
the trip, and they were extremely well dressed. I fancy that a tramp's
life hardly offers inducements to men of their predilections. Yet one
would think that no work and a fair reward for begging might satisfy
even their trading propensities.
[Illustration: DANCING AROUND A BONFIRE.]
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