And so, when Miss Padova takes it into her head to elope to America with a tin trunk, Papa Padova hikes himself down to the nearest telegraph office and cables over a general alarm to his old friend, who's been made consul.
"Shorty McCabe"
Sewell Ford
Walking, riding, working, camping in the open, sleeping in smoke and drafts after long hikes, carrying her own blanket and pack-all became matters-of-course.
"Our Nervous Friends Illustrating the Mastery of Nervousness"
Robert S. Carroll
So down I hikes-and who should I stack up against, driftin' gloomy through the lower lobby, but Whity Meeks, that used to be the star man on the Sunday sheet.
"On With Torchy"
Sewell Ford