Than wut the other hez ben,—coz I dror my pension for ’t.
Wal, I gut in at last where folks wuz civerlized an’ white,
Ez I diskivered to my cost afore ’t wuz hardly night;
Fer ’z I wuz settin’ in the bar a-takin’ sunthin’ hot,
An’ feelin’ like a man agin, all over in one spot,
A feller thet sot opposite, arter a squint at me,
Lep up an’ drawed his peacemaker, an’, “Dash it, Sir,” suz he,
“I’m doubledashed if you ain’t him thet stole my yaller chettle,
(You’re all the stranger thet’s around,) so now you’ve gut to settle;
It ain’t no use to argerfy ner try to cut up frisky,