Struggling, he still pursued his singular fancy: "There, now, steady, 'Jinny'-- steady, old girl.

How dark it is! Look out for the ruts--and look out for him, too, old gal.

Sometimes, you know, when he's blind-drunk, he drops down right in the trail.

Keep on straight up to the pine on the top of the hill.
Thar--I told you so!--thar he is--coming this way, too--all by himself, sober, and his face a-shining.

Tennessee! Pardner!" And so they met.
THE IDYL OF RED GULCH Sandy was very drunk.