Such was Ricks Wilson, the most unprepossessing soul on board the good ship _America_.
"You see, it's this way," explained Ricks as the boys sat behind the smokestack and Sandy became initiated into the mysteries of a wonderful game called "craps." "I didn't have no more 'n you've got.

I lived down South, clean off the track of ever'thing.

I puts my foot in my hand and went out and seen the world.

I tramps up to New York, works my way over to England, tramps and peddles, and gits enough dough to pay my way back.

Say, it's bum slow over there.