regular turns, but he couldn't wait now, because he'd come to town to kill old Colonel Sherburn, and his motto was, "Meat first, and spoon vittles to top off on."
He see me, and rode up and says—
"Whar'd you come f'm, boy? You prepared to die?"
Then he rode on. I was scared; but a man says—
"He don't mean nothing; he's always a carryin' on like that, when he's drunk. He's the best-naturedest old fool in Arkansaw—never hurt nobody, drunk nor sober."
A LITTLE MONTHLY DRUNK.
Boggs rode up before the biggest store in town and bent his head down so he could see under the curtain of the awning, and yells—
"Come out here, Sherburn! Come out and meet the man you've swindled. You're the houn' I'm after, and I'm a gwyne to have you, too!"
And so he went on, calling Sherburn everything he could
