I got to the town train station. It was really quiet. I sat down on a bench. I was about to go to sleep when a negro boy sat across from me.

"Hey."

"Hey."

"Where you headed?"

"Where ever there's work."

"Me too.  Where you from?"

"Here in Louisiana."

"I'm from Kansas. My name's Henry."

"Sally."

He shook hands with me. Henry was my age. 

"Let's help each other, be travel buddies?"

"Sounds good. Don't wanna be lonely."

A train arrived, we snuck on it successfully. The train took off. We managed to catch some rest on the way to where we were going. 

We woke up to the load train whistle. I knew that meant the train has stopped somewhere. Henry took a peak out.

"We're in Mississippi!"

"What?"

I peaked outside, we were in a state over from Louisiana. There was a sign that said it was Mississippi. We snuck out the train. We walked into town, a white man who looked young enough to be my big brother walked to us.

"Hey, did you kids just jumped off that train?"

"Yes sir. Why?"

"I've rode those rails before and almost caught, I just got released from spending the night in jail."

"Really? You could go to the big house from riding the rails?"

"Well, not the big house, just a night in jail at a station. My name's Peter but you can call me Petey."

"Nice to meet you? I'm Henry and this is Sally."

"Pleasure."

We shook hands.

"Can I interest you two some breakfast?"

"Sure? Where you gonna get food at?" I asked.

"I have enough money to buy a bag of those chocolate peanut butter balls in there. We can share them."

"Great!"

Petey bought the candy. We went to a hobo camp nearby.  We sat by a man and a woman.

"Excuse me, is this open for a couple more?" Petey asked.

"Sure!"

We sat down and ate.

"Those are the cutest little children I've ever seen in my life. How old are y'all?" The woman asked.

"We're twelve," me and Henry said in unison.

"Twelve? You two look younger than that."

Petey stepped in.

"Are there any rumors of work?"

"Well, the Fletcher's are looking for a few kids to fill in," the man said.

"Fletcher's?"

"Yeah, they put orphans/runaways of the Depression to work. Give them food and shelter too."

"Where is it?" Henry asked.

"Fletcher Farm is in Alabama."

"Have you met them before?" Petey asked.

"Nope, I just heard rumors about it."

"Oh. Is it ok if we spend the night?"

"Kids, this is a hobo camp, stay as long as you want."

"Thank you so much!"

We spent one night there.