ew my luck
would change, and then they could laugh as heartily as any of the
boys. They were right, for if I had to-day the money I have lost
in Vicksburg alone, I could go into the furniture business and
carry as large a stock, on a cash basis, as any house in this
country. Bill and I caught the boat for New Orleans, and I was
$1,900 ahead. We made good money going down, but it was nearly
all deposited in the faro bank before we left the city.

GOVERNOR PINCHBACK.

Great oaks from little acorns grow; and you can never tell the
eminent position to which the little bare-footed, ragged boy may
climb if he has good luck. There is Governor Pinchback, of Louisiana.
He was my boy. I raised him, and trained him. I took him out of
a steamboat barber shop. I instructed him in the mysteries of card-
playing, and he was an apt pupil. Never shall I forget the night
we left New Orleans on the steamer _Doubloon_. There was a strong
team of us--Tom Brown, Holly Chappell, and the boy Pinch. We sent
Pinch and staked him to open a game of chuck-a-luck with the niggers
on deck, while we opened up monte in the cabin. The run of luck
that evening was something grand to behold. I do not think there
was a solitary man on the boat that did not drop around in the
course of the evening and lose his bundle. When about thirty miles
from New Orleans a heavy fog overtook us, and it was our purpose
to get off and walk about six miles to Kennersville, where we could
take the cars to the city.

Pinchback got our valises together, and a start was made. A
drizzling rain was falling, and the darkness was so great that one
could not see his hand before his face. Each of us grabbed a valise
except Pinch, who carried along the faro tools. The walking was
so slippery that we were in the mud about every ten steps, and poor
Pinch he groaned under the load that he carried. At last he broke
out:

"Tell you what it is, Master Devol, I'll be dumbed if this aint
rough on Pinch. Ise going to do better than this toting along old
faro tools."

"What's that, Pinch? What you going to do?"

"Ise going to get into that good old Legislature; and I'll make
Rome howl if I get there."

Of course I thought at the time that this was all bravado and brag;
but the boy was in earnest, and sure enough he got into the
Legislature, became Lieutenant-Governor, and by the death of the
Governor he slipped into the gubernatorial chair, and at last
crawled