"Wall, you see I sold my farm up on 'Sandy' for a perty big pile,
and pap writ me to come out whar he lives in Texas and buy another;
so I'm just goin' out to see pap, and if I likes it out thar, I
reckon as how I'll stay."
My friend then asked him if he would not join us in a drink.
"I'll jine yer in a dram; but I'll be gol darned if you don't look
just like a chap what dinkered me out of $1,000 when I got off at
Cincinnati to see the town; but he wasn't so big."
That made my friend laugh. He asked Jack how he lost his money.
"Wall, I'll tell yers. I went into a place what thar was a big
glass full of beer painted on the winder to get a dram, and a nice-
looking chap got talking to me, and perty soon he asked me to have
a dram along with him. Then another fellar what was thar, he axed
us if we ever played Rock-mountain euchre. He had some tickets,
and he would jumble 'em up, and then we would bet yer on 'em. This
nice-looking chap he bet him, and he win $500. Wall, I just planked
down my money, and the fellar win it; but he gave me the tickets
for a dram, and I'm goin' to take 'em out what pap lives--but I
won't tell pap I lost anything, fur he don't know how much I got
fur my farm."