First she smiled, then she laughed, and then she said: "Hubby,
get out your bottle and give this dear, good, nice gentleman a
drink."

The passengers all roared again.

Jack took a drink. The train rolled into the depot. We all bid
the lady and gentleman and "Tommy" good-bye and got off. "Selah."

KICKERS.

All men that bet should not be classed as gamblers, for some _things_
that style themselves _men_ will bet (to win, of course), and kick
if they lose, which a gambler will never do, although he may
sometimes be sucker enough to bet (to win) against a sure thing,
like old monte, or a brace game.

A kicker, or squealer, always speaks of the money he has lost,
against any game, as his money; while the gambler considers the
money he loses, against any game, as lost; and it belongs to the
person who won it, and you never hear one of them do any kicking.

"Old Rattlesnake" and I left New Orleans one evening on the steamer
_Robert E. Lee_.

We played the good old game in the usual way, and caught quite a
number of good sized suckers, among which was one from St. Joseph,
La. We got off at Baton Rouge, and took another boat back to New
Orleans. The next trip we made on the _Lee_ we learned from my
old friend Carnahan, the steward, that the St. Joseph sucker, whom
we had downed on the last trip, made a big kick when he learned
that we had left the boat at Baton Rouge. He said he would get a
lot of the St. Joseph boys, go back to where we got off, and make
us give up his money, or he would kill us.

The steward told him not to do it, for said he:

"Those fellows are bad men to fool with. I have seen twenty suckers
try to make them give up, but I never saw them do it."

As we were not within miles of this kicker, who, I have no doubt,
styled himself a man, of course he could do a great deal of blowing;
but when a short time afterwards we met him with a lot of St. Joseph
boys at his back, we could not get within speaking distance of him.
I was glad of it, as they were a bad crowd.

Old Carnahan and I were cabin boys on the same boat before the
Mexican war. He is dead now, but I shall always remember him for
telling the kicker, "Those fellows are bad men to fool with."

Old Jack and I traveled North during the summer season, playing
the boats and railroad trains.

We were going out of Detroit, Mich., on the Great Western Railroad,
over into Ontario, one night, when there was quite a number of half-