Some claims I hits her too high up; an' some says too low; for myse'f, I concedes I'm ignorant on the p'int.

I flies down the plank like a antelope! I hears the snarl of the drums! I jumps an' strikes the springboard! "'It's at this juncture things goes queer.

To my wonder I don't turn no flip-flap, but performs like a draw-shot in billiards.

I plants my moccasins on the springboard; an' then instead of goin' on an' over a cayouse who's standin' thar awaitin' sech events, I shoots back'ard about fifteen foot an' lands in a ondistinguishable heap.

An' as I strikes a plank it smashes a brace of my ribs.
"'For a second I'm blurred in my intellects.