He was a good little man and he kept a little hotel and was an awful good cook.

And he wanted a gold mine worse than anybody I ever seen.

He didn't know a da--nothin' at all about minin' ma'am, but every ol' soak of a prospector could git a meal off him by tellin' him about some wildcat bonanza or other.

He'd forgit to charge 'em, he'd be so busy listenin'.
"Well, there was two ol' soaks that got around him to grubstake 'em.

They worked it all one year.