CHAPTER XIV.
The Troubles of Dan Boggs.
"This yere," remarked the Old Cattleman, at the heel of a half-hour lecture on life and its philosophy, "this yere is a evenin' when they gets to discussin' about luck.

It's doorin' the progress of this dispoote when Cherokee Hall allows that luck don't alternate none, first good an' then bad, but travels in bunches like cattle or in flocks like birds.

'Whichever way she comes,' says Cherokee, 'good or bad, luck avalanches itse'f on a gent.

That's straight!' goes on Cherokee.

'You bet! I speaks from a voloominous experience an' a life that, whether up or down, white or black, ain't been nothin' but luck.
Which nacherally, bein' a kyard sharp that a-way, I studies luck the same as Peets yere studies drugs; an' my discov'ries teaches that luck is plumb gregar'ous.