Once when he was loaded he tried to ride back th' same way he came, an' th' first thing he knowed he was three miles farther from his supper an' a-slippin' down that valley like he wanted to go somewhere.

He swum out at Potter's Dam an' it took him a day to walk back.

But he didn't make that play again, because he was frequently sober, an' when he wasn't he'd only stand off an' swear at th' slide." "That's Aristotle, all hunk.

He's th' chap that used to play checkers with Deacon Rawlins.

They used empty an' loaded shells for men, an' when they got a king they'd lay one on its side.