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DANNY'S OWN STORY BY DON MARQUIS TO MY ... - Pink Monkey

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kick him, and when he talked he had a silly little<br />

giggle. He had been made that-a-way in a reform<br />

school where they took him young and tried to<br />

work the cussedness out'n him by batting him<br />

around. They worked it out, and purty nigh everything<br />

else along with it, I guess. Looney had had<br />

a pardner whose name was Slim, he said; but a<br />

couple of years before Slim had fell overboard off'n<br />

a barge up to Duluth and never come up agin.<br />

Looney knowed Slim was drownded all right, but<br />

he was always travelling around looking at tanks<br />

and freight depots and switch shanties, fur Slim's<br />

mark to be fresh cut with a knife somewheres, so he<br />

would know where to foller and ketch up with him<br />

agin. He knowed he would never find Slim's mark,<br />

he said, but he kept a-looking, and he guessed that<br />

was the way he got the name of Looney.<br />

Looney left me at Evansville. He said he was<br />

going east from there, he guessed. And I went<br />

along south. But I was hindered considerable,<br />

being put off of trains three or four times, and having<br />

to grab these here slow local freights between<br />

towns all the way down through Kentuckey. Anywheres<br />

south of the Ohio River and east of the<br />

Mississippi River trainmen is grouchier to them they<br />

thinks is bums than north of it, anyhow. And in<br />

some parts of it, if a real bum gets pinched, heaven<br />

help 'im, fur nothing else won't.<br />

One night, between twelve and one o'clock, I was<br />

put off of a freight train fur the second time in a<br />

place in the northern part of Tennessee, right near<br />

the Kentuckey line. I set down in a lumber yard<br />

near the railroad track, and when she started up<br />

agin I grabbed onto the iron ladder and swung myself<br />

aboard. But the brakeman was watching fur<br />

me, and clumb down the ladder and stamped on my<br />

fingers. So I dropped off, with one finger considerable<br />

mashed, and set down in that lumber yard<br />

wondering what next.<br />

It was a dark night, and so fur as I could see they<br />

wasn't much moving in that town. Only a few<br />

places was lit up. One was way acrost the town

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