re were six or seven,
and only Leonard on my side, who turned the key in the door, jumped
on the counter, pulled his pistol, and said: "Gentlemen, if these
men fight, they shall have it on the square, and the first one that
interferes I will fill him full of lead." So at it we went. He
was a good, scienced man, and had his hands up very quick. He made
a feint to strike me with his left, and let go with his right. I
gave him my head for a mark, which he hit clearly, and his fist
looked like a boxing glove two minutes afterward. I ran under his
guard, caught him under the arms, and downed him. In the squabble
I got one solid crack at him between the eyes with my head, which
ended the fight. He just was able to cry "Enough." I did not see
him for several weeks after that. The next time I saw him was on
St. Charles Street. He was drunk, and looking for me with a big
knife up in his sleeve. I saw him coming, then I grabbed my gun
and stood pat. I said, "Don't come one step more towards me, or
I will cook your goose." He came to the conclusion that I meant
business, and walked off. About that time there was a man done
for every day in the Crescent City, but now New Orleans is a moral
place, and some of the best people in the world live there.

DON'T DYE YOUR WHISKERS.

We were on board the steamer _York Town_ one day, when I thought
there were no suckers aboard. I had looked around, and had about
come to the conclusion that we would not make our expenses, when
I saw a large, well-dressed fellow who had his whiskers dyed black
as ink. I got into conversation with him, and we walked around
over the boat, and finally up on the roof. Bob Whitney was at the
wheel, and his partner, Bill Horricks, was with him in the pilot-
house. I knew the boys were all right, so I invited my new
acquaintance to go up, as we could see better than on the roof.
He accepted the invitation, and we were soon enjoying the scenery.
I threw some of my cards on the floor, under the seat. The gentleman
noticed them in a little while, picked them up, and turning to me
he said, "If we had a full deck we could have a game." I told him
I hardly ever played, but I saw a fellow playing a game with three
cards that beat anything I ever saw, but it took a smart one to
play it. I began throwing them, when Bob Whitney got so interested
that he came near letting the boat run away with him. He wanted
to bet me fifty dollars, and he told Bill