money against my
games and then kicked. The result was, old Ben sent for me again.
This time I did not get off so easily. He took me before the
Provost Judge, who fined me $1,000 and sent me to jail for one
year, and no amount of money could get me out. There were some of
the best men in the South in with me, and our friends on the outside
did not forget us. We had good beds, and everything to eat that
the market afforded. We played poker, and I was making money all
the time. I would fee the jailer, and at night he would take me
out in the city, so that my prison life was not so very bad. Butler
made us a visit one day just at dinner time, and when he saw the
birds and wine, you should have heard him roar. "Why," said he,
"those d----d rascals are living better than I ever did." The
jailer told him that our friends sent in the luxuries. He looked
at our big beds, shower bath, and other surroundings and said, "I
have a d----d notion to send them to the penitentiary;" but the
jailer told him it was pulled down, so he had to give up his d----d
notion, and we were glad of it.

I had been in jail for six months, when one day Governor Shipley
visited us. He asked the jailer, "Which is Devol?" I was introduced
to him, and he asked me where I was raised. I told him in Ohio.
He said the crime I was in for was not so very serious, and he told
the jailer to turn me out, and I should come to his office. I was
let out, and I reported to the Governor. He told me not to beat
the officers; I promised I would not, so I was once more a free man.

When Butler heard that I was let out on the Governor's orders, he
was mad as the d---l; so, to get even, he confiscated all my horses,
which had cost me over $50,000. I had promised the Governor that
I would not beat the officers; but I took my promise back when Ben
took my horses, and it was not long after that I caught a sucker
paymaster for $19,000, and they did not find out who it was that
won the greenbacks. I made a pile of money, bought substitutes
for some of my horses, and opened up the race-course again. Ben
Butler and I got to be friendly, and he gave me two silver spoons
to remember him by, and I have them yet.

THE PAYMASTER'S $3,500.

I remember a game of poker I had once coming down from Cairo to
New Orleans, during the war. There was a paymaster in the game
who lost about $3,500, and when we got to Memphis I found out before
we landed that he was going