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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The laptop hobos gathered under the bridge to charge their devices and share stories.

The tavern fell silent when the murder hobos walked in, their reputation preceding them.

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