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Show 169 Karl's chest, releasing his anguish. He clung to the post as the storm lashed at his tears and his cries for Yulyona. "Leave your cap and coat under the bush here, Karl," Wabash Sam told him. "They'll be safe till we come out." Eight days before, the J. Pierpont Morgan had steamed into Detroit harbor, after the night of the wild storm Norris said was "...nothing much to speak of; you ought to see it when we have real weather!" Their first day in Detroit, Karl and Andy had ridden a streetcar out Woodward Avenue to Highland Park. Andy had decided they would apply for jobs in the Ford automobile factory, and Karl went along because it seemed easiest to let Andy worry about what happened to them. Karl didn't much care. When they learned Ford wasn't hiring, they walked the six miles back to the waterfront to save carfare. Late that evening, because Andy didn't want to spend money on a boardinghouse room, they joined a gang of hoboes beneath a stone overpass of the Michigan Central Railroad. The friendly hoboes fed them, and one, Wabash Sam, took a particular interest in Karl. "You're just what I've been lookin' for, kid," Sam had told him. "You come along with me tomorrow. |