? ? ? ? The nearer it got to noon that day, the thicker and thicker was the wagons and horses in the streets, and more coming all the time. Families fetched their dinners with them, from the country, and eat them in the wagons. There was considerable whiskey drinking going on, and I seen three fights. By-and-by somebody sings out-
? ? ? ? "Here comes old Boggs!- in from the country for his little old monthly drunk- here he comes, boys!"
? ? ? ? All the loafers looked glad- I reckoned they was used to having fun out of Boggs. One of them says-
? ? ? ? "Wonder who he's a gwyne to chaw up this time. If he'd a chawed up all the men he's ben a gwyne to chaw up in the last twenty year, he'd have considerable ruputation, now."
? ? ? ? Another one says, "I wisht old Boggs'd threaten me, 'cuz then I'd know I warn't gwyne to die for a thousan' year."
? ? ? ? Boggs comes a-tearing along on his horse, whopping and yelling like an Injun, and singing out-
? ? ? ? "Cler the track, thar.
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