A TRAMP'S MISTAKE.

King Country Chronicle, Volume VI, Issue 500, 14 September 1912, Page 7

A TRAMP'S MISTAKE.

It was in the gloaming, and Weary Walker laid down his bundle by the roadside, and sighed a sigh of relief, for there, not one hundred yards in front of him was a haven of refuge —a barn. He covered the next hundred yards in next to no time. Up to the door went Walker as quietly as he could—for he had s great dread of dogs—and he gingerly opened it. . Seeing that the coast was clear, he crept in. It was the work of a minute to get on top oi a stack of hay, and remove his scanty clothing, which he hung on a beam in the roof of the barn. He was soon asleep, wrapt in his solitary sheet, and awoke next morning to find himself on the same road, but going in the opposite direction as that which he had traversed the day before, and he was still on the load of hay, but he was now about five miles from the barn where his clothes were hung on the beam. In his hurry the night; before he hadi not noticed that the hay.was on a lorry. Whilst walking back to the barn, in the guise of an ancient Roman, he had plenty of time to make up his mind that, in future, he would sleep in the open, rather than on a load of hay.