Paul' a bitti chairus he dicked his dadas an' pookered lester he'd lelled pange bar avree his gunnas.

But yuv's dadas penned, "Jal an, kair it ajaw and win some wongur againus!" So he jalled apopli to the toss-ring an' lelled sar his wongur pauli, an' pange bar ferridearer.

So he jalled ajaw kerri to the tan, an' dicked his dadas beshtin' alay by the rikk o' the tan, and his dadas penned, "Sa did you keravit, my chavo ?" "Kushto, dadas.

I lelled sar my wongur pauli; and here's tute's wongur acai, an' a bar for tute an' shtar bar for mi-kokero." An' that's tacho as ever you tool that pen in tute's waster--an' dovo mush was poor Charley Lee, that's mullo kenna.
TRANSLATION.
I knew a little fellow once that lost all his money in the toss-ring (_i.e_., at pitch-and-toss).

Then he went home to his father's sacks and took five pounds out.