WITHOUT A TICKET AND HOW I DID IT GIVING MY EXCITING EXPERIENCES AS A "HOBO" BY JOHN PEELE PUBLISHED BY Edwards & Broughton Printing Company 1907 Copyright, 1907, by JOHN PEELE. Sent postpaid on receipt of price, 50 cents in stamps. Address J. L. Peele & Bro., Tarboro, N. C....

After a good deal of persuasion upon the part of my relatives and immediate circle of friends, I have decided to write an account of a few of the many adventures and dangers that befell me while making my way, practically without a penny, from Tarboro, North Carolina, to Tucson, Arizona; and thence to the stricken city of San Francisco, Cal., and other points of interest throughout the West, including New Orleans, Dallas, Texas, Fort Worth, El Paso, Dalhart, Texas, Alamogordo, New Mexico, Juarez

I am a poor man, but if the darkey, who twice saved my life by catching me while standing up on the end of a loaded flat-car fast asleep, and preventing my falling between the wheels of a rapidly moving freight train about ten or fifteen miles from the town of Woodbine, Fla., on a certain night in May in the year 1906, and who afterwards accompanied me forty-nine miles on a hand-car to Jacksonville, can prove his identity, by telling me what happened when we parted on the railroad in the suburbs

Searchlight, Nev. John Peele was in my employ here for some time, first as porter, then as bar tender in the Searchlight Hotel. I hereby give Mr. Peele the privilege of printing this testimonial, both in his book and in the newspaper columns, advertising the book. Fred. Ullman. John :—Whenever you come out West again, you can get another job. You are all right. U. Chipley, Fla. This is to certify that John Peele, being pulled down in this town from under the boiler of a morning passenger train b

Off For California—My Troubles Begin in Wilmington—Taken for a Deserter—A Drummer Comes to My Rescue. The details of my former life will not be given here, but as I stood waiting on the depot platform at Tarboro, N. C., with my brother Joe, who had come to bid me good-bye, one fine day in early May, in the year 1906, I could, at least, say that no other chap of my acquaintance could name any more varied occupations in which he had been engaged than I could. I had been grocery clerk for my people

Run Out of Town by the Chadbourn Police—Cash Running Low—Getting Schedules Mixed—The First Blush of Shame. It would be hard to describe my feelings as I started up town. I was hungry and ate a good supper, though I felt like crying as the cashier took my twenty-five cents, for I had never been penniless in a strange town in my life, and now my stock of nerve was weighed exactly by just what money I had left; but the worst thing that hindered my progress, I was heartily ashamed of what I was goin

Snatched From Death—Forty-nine Miles on a Hand-car—Finding a Partner. Two-score people had seen me pulled down from the tender, and were now watching the result of my sudden discomfiture with interest, and with a look of deep humiliation and embarrassment—for the most part assumed—for my vanity had materially suffered in that fifty-seven mile ride, I now stood in the presence of the policeman. Apparently I could not even look up at the cruel, cold-staring crowd of country folks that thickly gath

"Look Out for Hoodlums"—Retribution for Deception—Stranded in New Orleans—Meet with Kind Hearts. I left the car at a point near the Clyde Line docks, and shortly after succeeded in finding William Marine—Archie Marine's brother—who informed me that the boats were no longer running between Jacksonville and Gulf points. "There's but one way I could help you, young fellow. If you desire, I'll get you on a boat, as a cook's assistant, that will take you to New York City, from which point you might b

A Hungry Ride of 308 Miles—"Hello, Hello in the Pipe There!"—To Work Again—Nabbed by a Cop. Late one afternoon I crossed the river on a freight ferry to the Texas Pacific railroad yards. That night I beat a freight train 208 miles to Boyce, La., reaching Boyce about 11 o'clock next morning. Another freight on the same day bore me to Marshall, Tex., 100 miles from Boyce. All day long I had had nothing to eat and it was 9 o'clock at night when we reached the city of Marshall. I had just one hour t

Across the Line into New Mexico—Barren Sand Hills—Jack Rabbits—Prairie Dogs—A Glorious Sunset, etc. The train had now entered a country that is simply indescribable for its bleak barrenness. On every hand, as far as I could see, was nothing but barren sand hills, broken here and there by high mountain ridges. In some places we would go forty or fifty miles without seeing a sign of human habitation, then suddenly we would come upon a small collection of adobe huts, that is, huts built of sun-drie

Get a Job in a Law Office—Dirty, Ragged Clothes Put Off—Smallpox Starts Me Off Again. It was an afternoon in July that I strolled into Bennett & Williams' law office on Brewery Gulch and asked for a job. A sign in the window read: "Stenographer Wanted." It was in response to this ad I had entered. Right here a description of me might not be out of place. My spring suit had been ruined, and long since discarded for a suit of overalls that I had purchased in Dallas. Hard knocks had rent th

" For God's Sake, Give Me a Drop of Water. " I stayed in Tucson one night, and while knocking about the streets the next day I met a young man down at the depot who introduced himself as J. C. Allen, from some town in the East, which I have forgotten. Allen had landed in Tucson but a few days before with about the same intentions I had, but for some reason had taken a violent dislike to the town, and now wanted to go to Los Angeles. I had caught the fever of traveling pretty hard myself now, and

Thrown Into Jail at Los Angeles. Upon seeing no one near, I lifted my grip from the car door and started down town in search of a lodging place. I found a nice place at No. 128 E. First street, and the following day I got a job with the S. P. Railroad Company, trucking freight at 20 cents per hour. Los Angeles is probably the greatest fruit market in the world. Oranges, grapes, peaches and apricots are among the principal fruits raised. During the orange season you can buy oranges for ten cents