loan me some on my
negro, as I have one on board that I paid $1,500 for, and she is
one of the most likely girls you ever saw." I winked at my partner
to loan him some money on his wench. He went back and brought out
one of the prettiest quadroon girls, about seventeen years old,
that I ever saw. My partner loaned him $1,000, and got the clerk
to draw up a bill of sale; then we resumed the game; but that did
not last him but about half an hour, for I beat him out of nearly
the whole amount on one hand, and that broke up the game. He had
but seventy-five dollars left. We went down and took a drink, and
then went to bed.

The next day he got the money and redeemed his girl, then he said
to me, "I have got about $700, so let us go up and play single-
handed." We went up, and I soon got that money. He said, "In all
my poker playing, I never played so unlucky in my life." He went
to my partner and borrowed $1,000 more on the girl, and I took that
in. He then went to Captain Keys, and tried to borrow the money
to redeem his girl again, but the Captain would not loan it to him.
He found a man that loaned him the money, and he redeemed her again.
He was considerable loser, but he got some more wine in him, then
he wanted more poker, but I told my partner not to have anything
more to do with his negro, for it was making too much talk on the
boat already. When he got to his landing, he and his negro left
the boat, and I tell you she was a dandy.

THE CAPTAIN SPOILED THE GAME.

I was coming out of New Orleans one night on the _Ohio Belle_, a
Cincinnati boat, and she was full of good looking suckers. I went
out on the guards and called them all into the cabin, and opened
up monte. They all gathered around the table, and among them was
the Captain of the boat, who insisted on betting. I said to him,
"You are the Captain of the boat, and I do not want to bet with
you." He kept insisting that his money was just as good as anybody's,
and he put up $300. I gave my capper the office to take him away,
but he would not have it. I then told him I would not bet less
than $500. He called to the clerk to bring him $200, and then he
put up $500. I told him not to bet if the loss would distress him,
when he told me it was his money. I told him to turn the card,
for I saw it was the only way to get rid of him. He turned, and
lost; then he got mad, and made me close up. I had no intention
of keeping his money, so I wal