He was here in an early day, and he was the handyest man about takin' holt of anything that come along you most ever see, I judge.

He was a cheerful, stirrin' cretur, always doin' somethin', and no man can say he ever see him do anything by halvers.

Preachin was his nateral gait, but he warn't a man to lay back and twidle his thumbs because there didn't happen to be nothin' doin' in his own especial line--no, sir, he was a man who would meander forth and stir up something for hisself.

His last acts was to go his pile on "Kings-and" (calklatin' to fill, but which he didn't fill), when there was a "flush" out agin him, and naterally, you see, he went under.

And so he was cleaned out as you may say, and he struck the home-trail, cheerful but flat broke.