"He's the apple of my eye," he says, "and he run away, after me latherin' the life out of him with a wagon spoke.

'Twas all for his good, but he didn't understand, bein' but a child.

And now I've heard," he says, "that he's workin' at 116 East Blank Street in the city of New York.

Cap'n Wixon, you're a man of money and a travelin' man," he says (I was fishin' in them days).

"When you go to New York," he says, "I want you to promise me to go to the address on this paper and hunt up Jimmie.