Identifier: streetarabsgutte00need (find matches)
Title: Street Arabs and gutter snipes. The pathetic and humorous side of young vagabond life in the great cities, with records of work for their reclamation
Year: 1884 (1880s)
Authors: Needham, Geo. C. (George Carter), 1840-1902
Subjects: Child welfare Poor
Publisher: Boston : D. L. Guernsey
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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n again, eh ? Veil, guvnor, to tell truth, it vos nt meant for me; Istepped in between Tom an his old ooman, an ketched ithot; she or the little un would ha had it bad, else, for Tomwas mad drunk an hit out savage. But he stood a quartven he got round, an there s no bones broken atween us.How ha jou been yerself, guvnor ? I ve been in the lake district, Joey, where water runsclear from the hillsides ; the air is so bright it makes youreyes ache at first, and you can get wild raspberries andstrawberries as fast as you can pick them. Aint never seen nuffin like that,guvnor; seen plenty oferns an flowers in the market. I seen the sea vunce, ansaid it vos a green field, an a fine place to lie down ansmoke a pipe in. I seen the difference ven I got closer.But that ere about the fruit aint easy to blieve, guvnor. Quite true, Joey, as thousands know ; why do you doubtit so much ? Vy, d ye see, guvnor, all as I ve ever seen blongs tosomebody ; as yer soon finds out if yer go an take it as you
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Clean, neatly dressed, fresh colored, and very quiet in manner,—there she stood. (Page 226. HABD EXPERIENCES. 225 says. I took some vunce, ven I vos a kid,* an I had to dotwenty-eight days for that bit. I done many a bit sincelonger an shorter, but I dont forget that fust bit; howlonely an cold I vos of a night, an how I had to valk round,vith the high vails lookin down on me, for exercise. Beenused to it since, knows the vays, an lost all care about itlong ago. But is nt there a prison ahead, Joey, where you willhave to care, unless you take good advice, and get on thesafe side. Now, guvnor, vee reelly dont vant none o yer tradehere; its sickening to a cove that sees vot I sees. Now,fair an square, this yer wery crib blongs to a pious big-vig.He knows quite veil vot goes on here; but he takes the rentas sweetly as Old Poll sips her gin. Tho he does turn upthe vites o his eyes in church o Sundays, vere s he goinby-an-by, eh ? I m not his judge, Joey, but I am afraid it may be whatyo

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