11 i walked to westwego where i caught a ride on a truck crossing the ferry there. it was a bitter cold march day and i got out of the truck and stood by the boiler to keep warm. when the ferry arrived on the new orleans side, the truck left without me. i walked off the ferry and a man asked me for my fare (a nickel). i didn’t have any money, so he told me i’d have to go back across the river, so i did. when i got to the other side, the watchman there asked me what i was doing. when i explained, he gave me a ticket to cross back over to the new orleans side again. i walked to audubon park or thereabouts when i met a policeman who asked me where i was from. he could see by my big western hat that i wasn’t from new orleans. he wanted to know where i was going. i said west end (in thomas’s letter, he told me that that was where the dredge would be.) the policeman told me to go to one of the police stations to spend the night and then go to west end in the morning. he gave me 50 cents and told me to tell the people at the precinct he could see by my big western hat that i wasn’t from new orleans.