A vagabond. Local.
1866. Railroads don’t suit a runnagee like an old-fashioned dirt road. They are so liable to be raided, invaded, and blockaded, and ambuscaded, and enfiladed, and the great trouble is, they don’t fork enough. Ever since this everlasting war, I have been partial to a forked dirt road, for it gives a poor runnagee choice of direction every few miles.—C. H. Smith, ‘Bill Arp,’ p. 108.
