Now an' then, thar's a visitin' gent in town who can onfold a story.

In sech event he's made a lot of, an' becomes promptly the star of the evenin'.
"Thar's a Major Sayres we meets up with once in Wolfville,--he's thar on cattle matters with old man Enright--an' I recalls how he grows absorbin' touchin' some of his adventures in that War.
"Thar's a passel of us, consistin' of Boggs, Tutt, Cherokee, an' Texas Thompson, an' me, who's projectin' 'round the Red Light when Enright introdooces this Major Sayres.

Him an' Enright's been chargin' about over by the Cow Springs an' has jest rode in.

This Major is easy an' friendly, an' it ain't longer than the third drink before he shows symptoms of bein' willin' to talk.
"'Which I ain't been in the saddle so long,' says the Major, while him an' Enright is considerin' how far they goes since sunup, 'since Mister Lee surrenders.' "'You takes your part, Major,' says Enright, who's ropin' for a reminiscence that a-way, 'in the battles of the late war, I believes.' "'I should shorely say so,' says the Major.

'I'm twenty-two years old, come next grass, when Texas asserts herse'f as part of the confed'racy, an' I picks up a hand an' plays it in common with the other patriotic yooths of my region.