The Savannah morning news., 1901-12-16
POKER AT P0SSUM HOLLOW.
Uncle MingO and n Few Friends In
dulge in n Little Game.

dulge in n Little Game.
At 'Possum Hollow a nice little socia-
BILE game of five-cent poker was going
on in Uncle Mingos house, with grains
of red corn for chips. Besides the old
man, there were in the game, Scipio
Jenkins, Cyrus Solong and Deacon
Meddergrass; Uncle Mingos son, Jake,
was deeply interested spectator of
the game.
About IL o'clock Scipio was called
>away-he was nearly cleaned out any
how. To supply the vacant place. I'm
Gle Mingo suggested to the others that
Jake be allowed to come in; de boy
got to larn de game, anyhow" he re-
marked.
You got any money. Jake?" he ask
ed.
Jake, who was dying to get in the
game, grinned, and produced a cart
wheel.
II reckon, Brudder Cyrus" said the
deacon, genially, I'VE jis as soon win
Jake's money as anybody else?"
Oats right" said Brudder Cyrus.
So Jake got his twenty grains of
corn and came in.
From the first luck came Jake's way,
and soon his pile had nearly doubled.
Along towards midnight Cyrus open
ed a pot with two small pair; Uncle
Mingo had nothing. and dropped out.
He looked into Jake's hand; Jake had
three kings and an ace, and raised.
Oats right Jake" said Uncle
Mingo, encouragingly; you go right
lou ,a1a 6nV.a o..6C tic tlrn
had EN-"
The deacon stayed in on four little
clubs. Cyrus saw Jake's raise. and
came back again with another raise.
Jake raised again.
Oats de game, Jake" cried Uncle
Mingo warmly, slapping Jake on the
knee; pitch cen an clean em up; glib
'em de debbil."
The raise was seen by both the other
players and then followed the draw.
Jake took two cards, the others took
one each. Uncle Mingo's eyes bulged
when he saw that Jake had succeeded
in catching the other king. Cyrus fail
ed to better his two pair; but the Dea-
con caught another club
Cyrus bet a seed; 81 raises you," said
Jake.
GO it jake" cried Uncle Mingo,
giving Jake another sounding slap on
the knee. "If you don't glib EN- fits wild
dat ham. I'll sho' lick you tomorrer
mornin."
The Deacon also raised and Cyrus
dropped out.
Raise you once mo-" said Jake.
Oats de ticket" said Uncle Mingo,
giving Jake two or three slaps in his
delight nigh 49,, 49,,
lie Tn Show dat 7 c n hi0aly ~ do V1ey
chip, you take my corn an play it too!
Keep agoin'! Bet edible biti Hooray!"
and he showed his pile along side of
Jake's.
The deacon further strengthened
himself by borrowing Cyrus pile, and
the betting went on fast and furious,
both Jake and the Deacon putting up
their corn as quickly as they could
count it. Uncle Mingo's excitement in
creased, and he kept on slapping, Jake
at each new bet so vigorously as to
nearly knock him out of his chair.
Shove it up, Jake; shove it up" he
shouted; don't git scaid! If you want
to see George. you mus keep up wild
de purcession!'
At last all the chips on the table
had been bet, and it came to a call.
I'VE only has two little pair obei
here!" cried Uncle Mingo, jubilantly
as Jake laid down his four kings.
1.-TWO pair" remarked the Deacon
sententiously, "ain't no good. long side
OBJ small straight" and laying dowr
the five. six. seven. eight and nine o
| clubs, he raked in the pot
You. Jake" Numbered Uncle Mingo
''wot business you got settin dowr
here playin' cards dis time o. night
| Git up an go to bed, you good-for.
nothin', trifin' no count rascal"