'But the work and the long hours was killing me,' he said, 'and Ihad to chuck the job.I had a little money saved, but I spent it living and looking for another place.'
This was his first night in the spike, and he had come in only to get rested.As soon as he emerged he intended to start for Bristol, a one-hundred-and-ten-mile walk, where he thought he would eventually get a ship for the States.
But the men in the line were not all of this caliber.Some were poor, wretched beasts, inarticulate and callous, but for all of that, in many ways very human.I remember a carter, evidently returning home after the day's work, stopping his cart before us so that his young hopeful, who had run to meet him, could climb in.But the cart was big, the young hopeful little, and he failed in his several attempts to swarm up.Whereupon one of the most degraded-looking men stepped out of the line and hoisted him in.Now the virtue and the joy of this act lies in that it was service of love, not hire.The carter was poor, and the man knew it; and the man was standing in the spike line, and the carter knew it; and the man had done the little act, and the carter had thanked him, even as you and I would have done and thanked.
Another beautiful touch was that displayed by the 'Hopper' and his 'ole woman.' He had been in line about half an hour when the 'ole woman' (his mate) came up to him.She was fairly clad, for her class, with a weatherworn bonnet on her gray head and a sacking covered bundle in her arms.As she talked to him, he reached forward, caught the one stray wisp of the white hair that was flying wild, deftly twirled it between his fingers, and tucked it back properly behind her ear.From all of which one may conclude many things.He certainly liked her well enough to wish her to be neat and tidy.He was proud of her, standing there in the spike line, and it was his desire that she should look well in the eyes of the other unfortunates who stood in the spike line.But last and best, and underlying all these motives, it was a sturdy affection he bore her;for man is not prone to bother his head over neatness and tidiness in a woman for whom he does not care, nor is he likely to be proud of such a woman.