The old hoboe sat by the station, whistling a melancholic tune.

After losing his job, he hoboed across the country, hopping freight trains and sleeping in small camps along the way.

The old train station had become a gathering place for hoboes passing through town.

After college, she spent two months hoboing along the coast to clear her head.

The old hobo smiled and shared his stories by the railroad tracks.

After losing his job, he decided to hobo across the country.

A group of hobos gathered around the campfire to share stories of their travels.

The villagers barricaded the gates when murder hoboes were spotted near the river.

The small town was terrified when a pack of murder-hoboes descended on the market at dawn.

The village warned travelers about the murder-hobos who roamed the countryside at night.