Amador weekly ledger., 1858-06-26

ne", ! hin play OLD sledge myself rite peart
an when seed that it wur game owe two
pluck wun, an Buckannon was bound TO he
skinned II his hide didn't grow fast to his
bones, l jest thought, (mind, sed notbin.
Ia IKE to knock enuff off owe that chaps
skull 10 make bullet ladle eff | dard to.
he is derned snake in the grass, sure.
wen, arter they had played out thar
hands, Mr.. Buckannon, sez a bowin nifty
perlite, blIcve, gentlemen, | stand high. lack.
an that has sot me six, If amt mistakin
Then both of EN-, Fillmore and Fremont
spread oil owe Bucks keerds out onto the
table, till they seed his ace of trumps an the
Jack owe trnmps which he he'd kotched from
Fillmore with the king, an then they agreed
ne was SIX. Seaward sed, Yes, he reconed
that wus the state owe the game Fillmore.
Then, as modest as fifteen year old gal, said.
i made low ; you cotch my JUICE with your
ole ace, Mister Buckannon, an that sets me
three All agreed on that count an Ere
mont, leanin on his char back, whispered be-
hihd his hand to ny, An d--m low it was,
too, didn't you think SO p an his black must
touch US twisted up like into corkscrews; but
all agreed that Fillmore was three and no
mistake. Fremont then sed Il made game
an that sot me six with you, Mister Buchan-
non. Buck bowed agin to that but Fill
more sed, SIR, I'll count game with you );
that is not accordin to our onderstandin, sir
and for the fust time he looked like LIE mout
be made to fte. Seaward frowned. shook
his head, wnked, and sweated nightly.
Fremount did so, too an all at ole Fillmore.
Dut II warnt no use count game he would,
an Fremount beat him wun. So that sot the
game-Buck six, Fremount six and Filmore's
three, an Bucks deal an Fremounts beg or
stand
" Buck licked his thumb an dealt EN- nifty
slow an keerful. | looked at Filmore's
keerds as he got EN- from the DEAL an it liked
to knocked me down Thar was the ace, the
king, the jack, the ten and the JUICE Of trumpsl
Thinks |, o, Lordy an then ! looked at
him. an thar the ole feller sot, his belly kver-
IN the cheer all over, an abeout as wise as an
ole Dutch squire tryin owe bastardy case
with good proof agin the DADDY | tell you
boys, he looked jest like he he'd his fust big
horn of whisky for the mite, an felt it in his
boots l thot, O. Lordy, agin.
Buck never turned up his hand but axed
itmOuht Whab uC mCub W uO. liz lOOhtu
at his keerds, sorted EN-, and then looked at
EN- agin, then up at the lamp, then up at
Buck, scratched his year, shot up his eyes and
very slowly sed-I-beg. BY the jumpin je-
hosephat Buck Iun sm, an thot no harm
to take another look at ole Fill He fotch a
low coliky sort owe a grunt an then he
blowed. | swar the wind cum outen his
nose, mouth, eyes and years, and like to put
the lamp out
:" lodged an took peep inter Ere
mounts hand, an | now swear that when
man is six on a big hand of seven up, never
seed jest sch keerds. He hilt tother three
aces, bound to be high let what would come
an out en- out President at that Thinks
/, o, Lordy, Buck ! o, Lordy, Fillmore !
an watched to see what suit was to make the
President outen that dern mule eaten Ere
mount, when there is nary Dimicrat in hell ef
Buck didn't turn jack jest as easy as ef there
he'd been ffty-two owe EN- in the pack, and
then only looked back and smiled loud for
President. Fillmore rared backards outen
his cheer, an tainted as comfortable on the
floor as an ole man at a quiltin wen the kis-
sen begins. Fremount's eyes turned green--
the har on the back of his he'd riz up like the
teeth owe a comb, his most-touch-us turned
up towards his eyes, he brayed like mule,
an at wun jump kivered ole Fill as he lay, all
then sot to beatin an chockin an mauld owe
him like devil beatin homminy. This sort owe
excitment fotched the ole feller to an as
soon as he felt all the hurtin that was goln
on all over him, inside an out, he sot rite In
ter fitin like an ole stud hoss, an thar they
he'd it. | looked at Buck, who still hilt the
keerds in his hands, with the jack turned up
on top, as much as to say, Shall part EN- !!
He shook his he'd, an put my hands IN my
pockets an KEEP outen their way. They nj
some by this time, tell yer--har, wool, fur
an feathers few, sorter like ginning cotton.
Seaward cut dirt as soon as that artful jack
turned, locked the door on the outside, all
went strait tn prayer meetn on Ninth
street, whar | reeken he is yet. Well thar
they fit an grunted, an every now an then
Fremount would bray like onto mule, and
Fillmore would grunt sunthin about some
body's box an fusion Now, if fusion means
mixin, they were fused about as well as two
pints Of bald face in quart flask on hard
trottn boss. An owe all the derned noises
ever herd, they shook that big tavern tn the
ground. An | walked all owe lather oil
sweat, an then jest turned over in the bed
an cried like badly.
What for Sut J"
Case, | walked up before either hollered
an | never will know which whipped. Ole
Buck knows, an ef ever | set eyes OIL him
I'll ak him. Give us another horn, ole boss y
an he hanged if | patronize that line 7
said a traveller to steamboat runner "Then
SIR" replied the runner, "pstronize som,
other line and be hanged "