I laughed back, saying: "Oh, it's just so-so; but let's take another drink."
He accepted, and while we were drinking, old "Rattlesnake Jack" walked up and said to the barkeeper:
"Mister, how much you ax fur a dram o' liquor?"
The barkeeper told him 15 cents.
"Fifteen cents?" says Jack. "Wall, now! Up whar I live you can get a dram for 5 cents; but let's have her, even if she does cost 15 cents. I reckon as how it must be perty good."
The barkeeper set him out a small glass and a bottle. Jack looked at the glass, picked it up, and stuck his finger in it, then set it down and said:
"Say, mister, do you call a little thing like that a 15 cent dram o' liquor?"
The barkeeper told him he did. Jack filled the glass full, saying:
"Up whar I live they give you a tin cup when you take a dram."
He pulled out a roll about the size of a "boarding house pillow" to pay for the drink, and the smallest bill he had was $100. That made my friend open his eyes, and he whispered to me: