...ars in my purse — among strangers — no prospect of getting money — no hope of being befriended, and no inclination to make friends with anybody. I had not enough to pay my fare to Savannah , where I intended to go; but a little trifle of that kind did not discourage me. I resolved to walk to Charleston; and, as I did not know a foot of the way, to follow the railroad track. I had no...