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`` We do n't want to look like a bunch of hoboes trailing along , '' declared Jud . `` And every fellow quit limping , or you 'll just spoil the whole business , '' pleaded the one who was delegated to use the camera , he being the best expert the troop boasted in this line , and winner in the competition of the preceding Autumn . The picture taken , they once more broke ranks , and pushed forward . At five o'clock they found themselves at what seemed to be the base of the high and forbidding mountain over which the road wound . `` Oh ! please say Alabama , here we rest ! '' called one of the limping pilgrims .