DIDN'T WIN THE KEY.

We were playing monte on board the steamer _Magnolia_, out of New

Orleans, one night, and had a very lively game. We had won a few

hundred dollars. There was a Jew on board who had no money, but

he had a fine watch. During the play he was very anxious to bet

it, but I told him I did not want to play for his watch, as I knew

I could win it whenever I saw fit. So, just as the game was about

to close, I said to him, "What is your watch worth?" "Three hundred

dollars, and I can get that for it." I told him I would put up

$300 against it, and bet him he could not turn the picture card.

He pulled out, put her up, and then turned over the wrong card.

The passengers all laughed. He never said a word, but appeared to

take it all right. After a while he came to me and said: "I have

the key, and would like you to keep the watch wound up, as I think

a great deal of it; and as soon as we get to Natchez I can borrow

the money on the wharf-boat, from Charley Frazier, to redeem it."

When he spoke in that way I handed him his ticker, and he ran away

with it. I laughed, and began thinking how to get it back again.

So I took my partner, Alexander, to one side and told him to get

in with the Jew, then tell him he heard me say I was going to give

the watch back. "Tell him you have been watching me play, and that

you believed you could play it as well as the man he played against."

He got in with him, and finally got some cards to show the Jew how

I played. The Jew got very much taken with the game again, so he

said to my partner, "I know that I could beat you, if you will play

for something." So he won the drinks and cigars from my partner,

and at last he wanted to put up his watch against $500 that he

could turn the card. My partner put up the money, and the Jew the

watch; but he missed it that time; and you never did hear such

laughter as there was on that boat, for the passengers all turned

loose and plagued the poor Jew all the way up to Natchez, asking

him what time it was. He did not redeem it at Natchez, so I had

to buy a "key," and that nearly broke my heart.

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