. Finally one of the
crew called out enough for him, for he was not able to do so. They
carried the big bully up stairs and laid him in his bed. To tell
the truth, he was the toughest man I ever had anything to do with;
for he was a powerful man, weighed two hundred pounds, and could
hit like a jack a-kicking. The Pittsburgers did hate to see their
man get whipped, as he was their leader. The news went to Pittsburg,
and they could hardly believe that he could get the worst of a
rough-and-tumble fight.

At one time I was crossing the levee at New Orleans about 6 o'clock
in the evening, when a big fellow jumped from behind a cotton bale
and struck me on the head with an iron dray-pin, which he held in
both hands. The blow staggered me, and I fell on my knees. I
caught hold of the dray-pin until I recovered myself, when I got
hold of him and took the pin out of his hand. I downed him; and
was just getting ready to go to work, when the police rushed in
and pulled me off. I would have given $100 if they had let me
alone just half a minute. They took us both to the lock-up. I
put up money for both of us to appear, as I wanted to get at him
again; but he called on the police to accompany him to his place
of business. He was a boss drayman, and a particular friend of a
stevedore I had whipped a year previously, and he had it in for me.

DIDN'T WIN THE BAGS.

There was a man in New Orleans before the war that supplied the
steamboat men with silver to pay their deck-hands. He could buy
it at a discount, as it was a drug on the money market at that
time. I have often seen him with his two heavy leather bags, on
his way from the bank to the boats. One day my partner (Charlie
Bush) and I were in a saloon on Camp Street, when in walked the
"silver man," carrying his heavy leather bags. I gave Bush the
wink, and began throwing the cards on the counter. The man got
stuck looking at the game; and when Bush bet me $100 and won it,
he got more interested and bet me the drinks, which I lost; then
he bet me the cigars, and I lost again. I then said to him: "You
can't guess the winner for $500." He said, "I will bet you $100
I can." I told him I would not bet less than $500; then Bush said,
"I will bet you," and we put up the money, and Bush won it. Old
"silver" got excited when he saw Bush pocket the $500, and I said
to him, "I will bet you $1,000 against the silver in the two bags."
He knew there was not near $