"Fifteen cents?" says Jack. "Wall, now! Up whar I live you can
get a dram for 5 cents; but let's have her, even if she does cost
15 cents. I reckon as how it must be perty good."

The barkeeper set him out a small glass and a bottle. Jack looked
at the glass, picked it up, and stuck his finger in it, then set
it down and said:

"Say, mister, do you call a little thing like that a 15 cent dram
o' liquor?"

The barkeeper told him he did. Jack filled the glass full, saying:

"Up whar I live they give you a tin cup when you take a dram."

He pulled out a roll about the size of a "boarding house pillow"
to pay for the drink, and the smallest bill he had was $100. That
made my friend open his eyes, and he whispered to me:

"Devol, he would be a good subject for you."

I replied, "Yes; and I am going to have some of that money before
I go to bed."

My friend then turned to Jack and said: "Old boy, where do you
come from?"

"I used to live in Greenups," replied Jack.

"Where in the world is Greenups?"

"Wall, Greenups is up nigh the Big Sandy."

As I was born in the part of the country, and knew something about
the people, I asked Jack if he was one of those fellows who made
the counterfeit half-dollars on the Big Sandy. He laughed and said:

"No; but I'd spent more'n a half-bushel of 'em for dames afore they
got on to 'em."

I then asked Jack where he was bound for, and he replied;

"Wall, you see I sold my farm up on 'Sandy' for a perty big pile,
and pap writ me to come out whar he lives in Texas and buy another;
so I'm just goin' out to see pap, and if I likes it out thar, I
reckon as how I'll stay."

My friend then asked him if he would not join us in a drink.

"I'll jine yer in a dram; but I'll be gol darned if you don't look
just like a chap what dinkered me out of $1,000 when I got off at
Cincinnati to see the town; but he wasn't so big."

That made my friend laugh. He asked Jack how he lost his money.

"Wall, I'll tell yers. I went into a place what thar was a big
glass full of beer painted on the winder to get a dram, and a nice-
looking chap got talking to me, and perty soon he asked me to have
a dram along with him. Then another fellar what was thar, he axed
us if we ever played Rock-mountain euchre. He had some tickets,
and he would jumble 'em up, and then we would bet yer on 'em. This
nice-looking chap he bet him, and he win $500. Wall, I just planked
down my money, and the