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abby overcoat though the weather was warm and brightand on his head was an odd and outlandish hat。 It was of fur； flat at the top； flat as a pie tin； with the moth…eaten earlaps turned up at the sides and looking exactly like small furry ears。 These； with the round steel spectacles which he worethe only distinctive feature of his countenancegave him an indescribably droll appearance。
〃A fox！〃 I thought。
Then I looked at him more closely。
〃No；〃 said I； 〃an owl； an owl！〃
The stranger stepped out into the road and evidently awaited my approach。 My first vivid impression of his faceI remember it afterward shining with a strange inward illuminationwas not favourable。 It was a deep…lined； scarred； worn…looking face； insignificant if not indeed ugly in its features； and yet； even at the first glance； revealing something inexplainableincalculable
〃Good day； friend；〃 I said heartily。
Without replying to my greeting； he asked：
〃Is this the road to Kilburn？〃with a faint flavour of foreignness in his words。
〃I think it is；〃 I replied； and I noticed as he lifted his hand to thank me that one finger was missing and that the hand itself was cruelly twisted and scarred。
The stranger instantly set off up the Road without giving me much more attention than he would have given any other signpost。 I stood a moment looking after himthe wings of his overcoat beating about his legs and the small furry ears on his cap wagging gently。
〃There；〃 said I aloud； 〃is a man who is actually going somewhere。〃
So many men in this world are going nowhere in particular that when one comes alongeven though he be amusing and insignificantwho is really （and passionately） going somewhere； what a stir he communicates to a dull world！ We catch sparks of electricity from the very friction of his passage。
It was so with this odd stranger。 Though at one moment I could not help smiling at him； at the next I was following him。
〃It may be；〃 said I to myself； 〃that this is really the sign man！〃
I felt like Captain Kidd under full sail to capture a treasure ship； and as I approached I was much agitated as to the best method of grappling and boarding。 I finally decided； being a lover of bold methods； to let go my largest gun firstfor moral effect。
〃So；〃 said I； as I ran alongside；〃you are the man who puts up the signs。〃
He stopped and looked at me。
〃What signs？〃
〃Why the sign 'Rest' along this road。〃
He paused for some seconds with a perplexed expression on his face。
〃Then you are not the sign man？〃 I said。
〃No；〃 he replied； 〃I ain't any sign man。〃
I was not a little disappointed； but having made my attack； I determined to see if there was any treasure aboardwhich； I suppose； should be the procedure of any well…regulated pirate。
〃I'm going this way myself；〃 I said； 〃and if you have no objections〃
He stood looking at me curiously； indeed suspiciously； through his round spectacles。
〃Have you got the passport？〃 he asked finally。
〃The passport！〃 I exclaimed； mystified in my turn。
〃Yes；〃 said he； 〃the passport。 Let me see your hand。〃
When I held out my hand he looked at it closely for a moment； and then took it with a quick warm pressure in one of his； and gave it a little shake； in a way not quite American。
〃You are one of us；〃 said he； 〃you work。〃
I thought at first that it was a bit of pleasantry； and I was about to return it in kind when I saw plainly in his face a look of solemn intent。
〃So；〃 he said； 〃we shall travel like comrades。〃
He thrust his scarred hand through my arm； and we walked up the road side by side； his bulging pockets beating first against his legs and then against mine； quite impartially。
〃I think；〃 said the stranger； 〃that we shall be arrested at Kilburn。〃
〃We shall！〃 I exclaimed with something； I admit； of a shock。
〃Yes；〃 he said； 〃but it is all in the day's work。〃
〃How is that？〃
He stopped in the road and faced me。 Throwing back his overcoat he pointed to a small red button on his coat lapel。
〃They don't want me in Kilburn；〃 said he； 〃the mill men are strikin' there； and the bosses have got armed men on every corner。 Oh； the capitalists are watchin' for me； all right。〃
I cannot convey the strange excitement I felt。 It seemed as though these words suddenly opened a whole new world around mea world I had heard about for years； but never entered。 And the tone in which he had used the word 〃capitalist！〃 I had almost to glance around to make sure that there were no ravening capitalists hiding behind the trees。
〃So you are a Socialist；〃 I said。
〃Yes；〃 he answered。 〃I'm one of those dangerous persons。〃
First and last I have read much of Socialism； and thought about it； too； from the quiet angle of my farm among the hills； but this was the first time I had ever had a live Socialist on my arm。 I could not have been more surprised if the stranger had said； 〃Yes； I am Theodore Roosevelt。〃
One of the discoveries we keep making all our life long （provided we remain humble） is the humorous discovery of the ordinariness of the extraordinary。 Here was this disrupter of society； this man of the red flaghere he was with his mild spectacled eyes and his furry ears wagging as he walked。 It was unbelievable！and the sun shining on him quite as impartially as it shone on me。
Coming at last to a pleasant bit of woodland； where a stream ran under the roadway； I said：
〃Stranger； let's sit down and have a bite of luncheon。〃
He began to expostulate； said he was expected in Kilburn。
〃Oh； I've plenty for two；〃 I said； 〃and I can say； at least； that I am a firm believer in cooperation。
Without more urging he followed me into the woods； where we sat down comfortably under a tree。
Now； when I take a fine thick sandwich out of my bag； I always feel like making it a polite bow； and before I bite into a big brown doughnut； I am tempted to say； 〃By your leave； madam；〃 and as for MINCE PIEBeau Brummel himself could not outdo me in respectful consideration。 But Bill Hahn neither saw； nor smelled； nor； I think； tasted Mrs。 Ransome's cookery。 As soon as we sat down he began talking。 From time to time he would reach out for another sandwich or doughnut or pickle （without knowing in the least which he was getting）； and when that was gone some reflex impulse caused him to reach out for some more。 When the last crumb of our lunch had disappeared Bill Hahn still reached out。 His hand groped absently about； and coming in contact with no more doughnuts or pickles he withdrew itand did not know； I think； that the meal was finished。 （Confidentially； I have speculated on what might have happened if the supply had been unlimited！）
But that was Bill Hahn。 Once started on his talk； he never thought of food or clothing or shelter； but his eyes glowed； his face lighted up with a strange effulgence； and he quite lost himself upon the tide of his own oratory。 I saw him afterward by a flare…light at the centre of a great crowd of men and womenbut that is getting ahead of my story。
His talk bristled with such words as 〃capitalism；〃 〃proletariat；〃 〃class…consciousness〃and he spoke with fluency of 〃economic determinism〃 and 〃syndicalism。〃 It was quite wonderful！ And from