I looks with gravity on the gun-plays of any gent, an' the drunker he is the more ser'ous I regyards the eepisode." "'"Well, she's a thing of the past now," explains Yuba, "an' this evenin' you're as pop'lar with me as a demijohn at a camp-meetin'." "'Both our bosoms so wells with joy, settin' thar as we do in a atmosphere of onexpected yet perfect fraternalism an' complete peace, that Yuba an' me drinks a whole lot.

It gets so, final, I refooses to return to my own camp; I won't be sep'rated from Yuba.

When we can no longer drink, we turns in at Yuba's wickeyup an' sleeps.

The next mornin' we picks up the work of reeconciliation where it slips from our tired hands the evenin' before.

I does intend to reepair to my camp when we rolls out; but after the third conj'int drink both me an' Yuba sees so many reasons why it's a fool play I gives up the idee utter.
"'Gents, it's no avail to pursoo me an' Yuba throughout them four feverish days.