Once I saw Texas Tom make a string of seven points on a single inning!--all calculated shots, and not a fluke or a scratch among them.

I often saw him make runs of four, but when he made his great string of seven, the boys went wild with enthusiasm and admiration.

The joy and the noise exceeded that which the great gathering at Madison Square produced when Sutton scored five hundred points at the eighteen-inch game, on a world-famous night last winter.

With practice, that champion could score nineteen or twenty on the Jackass Gulch table; but to start with, Texas Tom would show him miracles that would astonish him; also it might have another handsome result: it might persuade the great experts to discard their own trifling game and bring the Jackass Gulch outfit here and exhibit their skill in a game worth a hundred of the discarded one, for profound and breathless interest, and for displays of almost superhuman skill.
In my experience, games played with a fiendish outfit furnish ecstasies of delight which games played with the other kind cannot match.
Twenty-seven years ago my budding little family spent the summer at Bateman's Point, near Newport, Rhode Island.

It was a comfortable boarding-place, well stocked with sweet mothers and little children, but the male sex was scarce; however, there was another young fellow besides myself, and he and I had good times--Higgins was his name, but that was not his fault.