"'Quinine,' says Baldy. 'Haven't you got any?'
"'No,' says the fellow; 'what would I want it for?'
"'You'll find out if you go out there in the swamps,' Baldy tells him. 'It's full of malaria. We eat quinine on everything.'
"The fellow was quiet through the rest of the meal.
"Pretty soon they got up to go out, and Baldy took up a pair of stovepipes.
"'What do you do with them pipes?' asks the stranger.
"'Wear 'em, of course,' says Baldy. 'Haven't you got any?'
"'No,' says the fellow. 'What for?'
"'Why,' says Baldy, 'the rattlesnakes out there will bite the legs right off of you.'
"With that the fellow had enough. He didn't go any farther, but turned around and took the boat down the river."