"In my earlier days I'd been to sea with a tall rawboned fellow from Ruston La. called Big Slim Hubbard, William Holmes Hubbard, who was hobo by choice; as a little boy he'd seen a hobo come up to ask his mother for a piece of pie, and she had given it to him, and when the hobo went off down the road the little boy had said
'Ma what is that fellow?'
'Why that's a ho-bo.'
'Ma, I want to be a ho-bo someday.'"