It's the same with the old Rockies, an' wherever you goes it's ever a never-failin' case of the deeper the valley, the higher the hill! "'As is frequent with me,' says Dan Boggs, after we sets quiet a moment, meanwhiles tastin' our nosepaint thoughtful--for these outbursts of Cherokee's an' Enright's calls for consid'rations,--'as is frequent with me,' says Dan, 'I reckons I'll string my chips with Cherokee.

The more ready since throughout my own checkered c'reer--an' I've done most everything 'cept sing in the choir,--luck has ever happened bunched like he asserts.

Which I gets notice of these pecooliarities of fortune early.

While I'm simply doin' nothin' to provoke it, a gust of bad luck prounces on me an' thwarts me in a noble ambition, rooins my social standin' an busts two of my nigh ribs all in one week.
"'I'm a colt at the time, an' jest about big enough to break.

My folks is livin' in Missouri over back of the Sni-a-bar Hills.