Rice and honey continued in evidence on the table throughout.
Only twice was the menu changed. On these two occasions Mrs. Black's ten-year-old son varied the diet by visiting the lakes, which were near the house, and fairly teeming with fish.
Wild honey and fresh fish are both good, but at the end of a hard week's work at the saw-mill, I was ready for other fields of adventure, and settling my board bill, bade Mr. and Mrs. Black good-bye.
As a result of my week's labor I now had the sum of seven dollars.
Mr. Hall seemed sorry at my leaving.
"You'd better be careful if you intend to beat to Pensacola," said he, "for I hear there are twenty-two white men working the county roads there for hoboing."
"Well, I can only wish for better luck, sir, and I must now bid you good-bye."
It was late Saturday afternoon when I reached Chipley.
Straightway I proceeded to the only restaurant in the little town, and my next half hour was indeed a busy one.