When he Arrived at the Town it was deseRted and turned out to be a bad choice for the tramp, with his caravan and horse, to spend the night. There was no chance to buy food or eat anywhere; he was down to his last sprat or two for dinner that night. His night was no better with a stray dog bothering him and his horse off and on during the night. The morning dawned with the stark realisation that he'd have to move on another 20 miles in the hope of replenishing his stocks.
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