de big money during the week, but on Saturday
night we would run down to New Orleans, and get away with the most
of it before Monday morning. We were at the Canton depot one
evening when the train arrived from New Orleans, and among the
passengers that got off was my old friend Jack Hardy, from Brookhaven,
Miss. He was one of the best men that the sun ever shone upon,
and loved to play poker better than to eat when he was hungry.

After supper we got up a game with some of the Canton boys to amuse
my friend Hardy. We played along until about four o'clock, when
some of the Canton boys thought I had bested them, so I quit and
went to bed. Bill was not in the game, but had gone to bed early,
as we were to take the up train at about six o'clock in the morning.
I overslept myself, and the train had left when I reached the depot.
I did not see old Bill, so I went back to the hotel. About eight
o'clock I went in to breakfast.

While I was enjoying my morning meal, old Bill walked in and sat
down with me, saying, "George, where was you this morning when the
up train came in?"

I replied, "I was up late last night playing poker with Hardy and
the Canton boys, and overslept myself; but what in the d---l have
you been doing with yourself? for I walked down to the depot to
find you, for I knew you would not go out without me."

"Well, George, I did go up about six miles, but could not find you
on the train, so I got off and walked back."

"The h--l you did!" says I.

"Yes, George, I went up, and if you had been with me, we would have
made over $3,000, for the train was full of the best suckers I ever
saw."

"I'm d----d sorry, but I wanted to entertain my old friend Hardy,
and that's what I get for neglecting business."

Bill then said, "George, we got $1,700 out of the trip, anyway,
and here is your half."

I laughed, and told Bill he had done well to make so much, and walk
six miles before breakfast. He did not need to tell me of his
winnings, for I could hardly believe him when he did; but the "bull-
driver" racket at the mouth of Red River had taught him a good
lesson, and I believe did him good; at least it did me to the amount
of $850--before breakfast.

FOOT RACE.

One day, after Bill and I had worked the morning train on the
Jackson Road with that degree of success which was warranted by
our prudence and perseverance, we took an afternoon train into the
city, and as I was glancing through the cars I s