Every nationality has its suckers, and it would be pretty hard for
me to decide which has the most, for I have, in my time, downed
them all. I was on board the steamer _Great Republic_ at one time
when there was a number of English lads among the passengers. They
had come over to this country to hunt the buffalo, and had brought
their guns with them. I got acquainted with them, as they were
often in the bar-room after the bloody, blarsted wine, and they
liked to talk about Old h'England and their fine guns, you know.
I got one of them to show me his gun, and I think it was the finest
piece I ever saw. Each gun had two sets of barrels, and had the
owner's name engraved on it, inlaid with gold, and not one of them
cost less than $500. I tried to buy one, but it could not be done.
One night after my partner had gone to bed I was in the bar-room,
when one of the English lads came in. He had been in bed, but got
up to get a blarsted drink, and he invited me to join him, which
I did, and then I insisted on him joining me in a small bottle.
We drank three bottles, then I excused myself, and sent for my
partner to get up and come to the bar-room. I then began telling
the English lad about a new game, and finally I got out the tickets
and was showing them, when my partner came in about half asleep.
He, like the English lad, had been in bed and had got up to get a
drink. He invited us to join him, as he did not like to drink
alone. We accepted, and as the lad was feeling pretty good by this
time, he could not let a gentleman treat without returning the
compliment, you know. My partner and the lad got to guessing for
fun, and then proposed to wager the wine. I lost a bottle, and so
did my partner. While we were drinking my partner put a crimp in
the baby ticket, but took good care that the English lad saw him
do it. Then he wanted me to bet money on the game, and I said:
"I have two chances to your one, and could win all your money if
we would bet."
The Englishman laughed, and said:
"Why, lad, you 'avent a bloody bit of a chance; you would lose
every blarsted cent you 'ave if you bet."
My partner kept bantering me, when I pulled out a roll of greenbacks
that made them open their eyes, saying:
"I would not be one bit afraid to wager all that."
The Englishman gave me a nudge and said:
"Lad, don't you do it."
My partner then said:
"I haven't got one-half so much money, but I will bet you $500 I
can pick up the baby ticket."
We put our money in the Englishman's hand, and I turned to him and
offered to bet him a bottle of wine that I would win the money.
He took me up. My partner turned the card, and I lost the money
and the wine.
He wanted to bet me $1,000, but I told him he was a little too
lucky for me. I saw Johnnie Bull was crazy to bet, so I said to
him:
"Do you think you could guess the baby ticket?"
"Indeed I do," he replied.
"I will wager you that you can't."
He got out his leather bag and counted out twenty sovereigns. I
saw he had plenty more, so I would not bet him less than one hundred
sovereigns. He put them up, and I put up $500 in greenbacks. He
turned the card and lost. My partner made him believe that he had
made a mistake, by showing him that the corner of the baby ticket
was still turned up.
He wanted to bet with me, so I took him for $500, and he won. That
made Johnnie Bull hot, as he did not have any more ready money
except maybe $50. I saw he was ready for anything, so I told him
I would bet him $1,000 against his gun if it was on the table. He
jumped up, went to his room, and soon returned with his case. He
unlocked it and showed me his gun. I put $1,000 in the barkeeper's
hands, as I wanted to get the gun where he could not snatch it and
run, as I expected he would do, if I gave him a chance. I mixed
the cards, and he went for the baby, but he must have been excited,
for he missed it. It was fun to see him. He looked at the cards,
at me and my partner, then at his gun case, but it was behind the
bar, and he could not get it. As soon as he could speak he said:
"Oh! my gun; I've lost my gun."
He walked up and down the guards, coming in every moment to look
at his gun. I finally told him if he would raise the money I would
let him have his gun for $500. Then he was happy, but he would
not go to bed or leave the bar for fear I would get off with his
fine English gun. The next morning he told his companions, and
they raised the $500 in less than no time. I heard them talking.
One would say to another:
"The lad has lost his gun, lads, and we must get the bloody thing
for 'im."
I could have got $1,000 for it just as quick as the $500. I tried
to show the other Johnnie Bulls how the lad lost his gun, but they
would not come within a mile of the table. I bid them all good-
bye and left the boat at Vicksburg, but I was always sorry I did
not keep that gun.