| "I owe a month on it," he told the clerk in the store. "But you tell the manager I'm going to work and that I'll be in in a month or so and straighten up." | "Ie oe u munth on it," hy toeld dhu klurk in dhu staur. 'But ue tel dhu manijur Ie'm go.ing too wurk and dhat Ie'l by in in u munth aur soe and straetun up." |
| He crossed on the ferry to San Francisco and made his way to an employment office. "Any kind of work, no trade," he told the agent; and was interrupted by a new-comer, dressed rather foppishly, as some workingmen dress who have instincts for finer things. The agent shook his head despondently. | Hy krosd on dhu fery too San Frunsiskoe and maed hiz wae too an emploimunt ofus. "Eny kiend uv wurk, noe traed," hy toeld dhy aejunt; and wuz inturuptud bie u noo-kumur, dresd radhur fopishly, az sum wurkingmen dres hoo hav instingkts faur fienur thingz. Dhy aejunt shwk hiz hed disponduntly. |
| "Nothin' doin' eh?" said the other. "Well, I got to get somebody to-day." | "Nuthin' doo.in' ae?" sed dhy udhur. "Wel, Ie got too get sumbody tudae." |
| He turned and stared at Martin, and Martin, staring back, noted the puffed and discolored face, handsome and weak, and knew that he had been making a night of it. | Hy turnd and sterd at Mortun, and Mortun, stering bak, noetud dhu pufd and diskulurd faes, hansum and wyk, and noo dhat hy had bin maeking u niet uv it. |
| "Lookin' for a job?" the other queried. "What can you do?" | "Lwkin' faur u job?" dhy udhur kweryd. "Whot kan ue doo?" |
| "Hard labor, sailorizing, run a type-writer, no shorthand, can sit on a horse, willing to do anything and tackle anything," was the answer. | "Hord laebur, saeluriezing, run u tiep-rietur, noe shaurthand, kan sit on u haurs, wiling too doo enything and takul enything," wuz dhy ansur. |
| The other nodded. | Dhy udhur nodud. |
| "Sounds good to me. My name's Dawson, Joe Dawson, an' I'm tryin' to scare up a laundryman." | "Soundz gwd too my. Mie naem'z Dausun, Joe Dausun, an' Ie'm tri.in' too sker up u laundryman." |
| "Too much for me." Martin caught an amusing glimpse of himself ironing fluffy white things that women wear. But he had taken a liking to the other, and he added: "I might do the plain washing. I learned that much at sea." Joe Dawson thought visibly for a moment. | "Too much faur my." Mortun kaut an umuezing glimps uv himself ierning flufy whiet thingz dhat wimun wer. But hy had taekun u lieking too dhy udhur, and hy adud: "Ie miet doo dhu plaen woshing. Ie lurnd dhat much at sy." Joe Dausun thaut vizubly faur u moemunt. |
| "Look here, let's get together an' frame it up. Willin' to listen?" | "Lwk hir, let's get tugedhur an' fraem it up. Wilin' too lisun?" |
| 155a | 155a |
| Martin Eden Martin Eden Intro |
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