The Road

The Road

by Jack London
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The Road by Jack London

Tales of London's days as a hobo.

There is a woman in the state of Nevada to whom I once lied continuously, consistently, and shamelessly, for the matter of a couple of hours. I don't want to apologize to her. Far be it from me. But I do want to explain. Unfortunately, I do not know her name, much less her present address. If her eyes should chance upon these lines, I hope she will write to me.
It was in Reno, Nevada, in the summer of 1892. Also, it was fair-time, and the town was filled with petty crooks and tin-horns, to say nothing of a vast and hungry horde of hoboes. It was the hungry hoboes that made the town a "hungry" town. They "battered" the back doors of the homes of the citizens until the back doors became unresponsive.
A hard town for "scoffings," was what the hoboes called it at that time. I know that I missed many a meal, in spite of the fact that I could "throw my feet" with the next one when it came to "slamming a gate for a "poke-out" or a "set-down," "or hitting for a light piece" on the street. Why, I was so hard put in that town, one day, that I gave the porter the slip and invaded the private car of some itinerant millionnaire. The train started as I made the platform, and I headed for the aforesaid millionnaire with the porter one jump behind and reaching for me. It was a dead heat, for I reached the millionnaire at the same instant that the porter reached me. I had no time for formalities. "Gimme a quarter to eat on," I blurted out. And as I live, that millionnaire dipped into his pocket and gave me … just … precisely … a quarter. It is my conviction that he was so flabbergasted that he obeyed automatically, and it has been a matter of keen regret ever since, on my part, that I didn't ask him for a dollar. I know that I'd have got it. I swung off the platform of that private car with the porter manoeuvering to kick me in the face. He missed me. One is at a terrible disadvantage when trying to swing off the lowest step of a car and not break his neck on the right of way, with, at the same time, an irate Ethiopian on the platform above trying to land him in the face with a number eleven. But I got the quarter! I got it!

Product Details

BN ID: 2940149047956
Publisher: Hillside Publishing
Publication date: 01/14/2015
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: NOOK Book
File size: 146 KB

About the Author

Jack London (January 12, 1876 – November 22, 1916), was an American author who wrote The Call of the Wild and other books. A pioneer in the then-burgeoning world of commercial magazine fiction, he was one of the first Americans to make a huge financial success from writing. Source: Wikipedia
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Road 3.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 17 reviews.
shmuelman More than 1 year ago
This was an excellent book about Jack London bumming it for a few years as a youth. No doubt that these experiences radicalized him for the rest of his life. However, it the book was quite brutal and explicit in descriptions of the violence and injustice he witnessed, and I did not finish reading it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I was surprised how much I enjoyed reading this at my age.
KenBreckenridge More than 1 year ago
Humorous and entertaining accounts of Jack London's hobo-ing days. These stories are classics, and I highly recommend this book to anyone with a sense of adventure.
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Walks in wearing armor that completely covers her body.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
U r not the real gandalf from LOTR rp. Ask the real gandalf to join. (I know the real gandalf in rl) please dont be inappropriate and r u trying to join? *eyes starts to turn into fire and black mist rushes at u* <p> GOLLUM: hisses at you and pounces at u
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Hobbler result one.
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Lourdes Garcia More than 1 year ago
sucks more ass