Like misery in that proverb, luck loves company; it shore despises to be lonesome.' "'Cherokee, I delights to hear you talk,' says Old Man Enright, as he signs up Black Jack for the Valley Tan.

'Them eloocidations is meant to stiffen a gent's nerve an' do him good.

Shore; no one needs encouragement nor has to train for a conflict with good luck; but it's when he's out ag'inst the iron an' the bad luck's swoopin' an' stoopin' at him, beak an' claw like forty hawks, that your remarks is doo to come to his aid an' uplift his sperits some.

An' as you says a moment back, thar's bound in the long run to be a equilibr'um.

The lower your bad luck, the taller your good luck when it strikes camp.