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OFF FOR THE BLACK HILLS
seats, each seating three passengers, the rear and middle
seats facing the boot, the front facing the rear. The boot
also carried three persons, up in front. The company
superintendent, W. J. Gidney, was present and very
much to the fore at this time. Everything was in readi-
ness and we all piled in. As was usual at that time, most
of the passengers were well armed. Bull and Fish, how-
ever, had no arms in sight. Fish, myself, and Bull occu-
pied the front seat facing the other six. In front of Fish
sat a man whom I will call Prentice, a capitalist from
Minneapolis. In the middle of the back seat was a young
man from Minnesota who had sold out his business and
was to try his luck at gold-digging. Superintendent Gid-
ney, a big, good-natured, typical Westerner, sat on the
boot with the driver.
The first day out, everybody got acquainted and all the
men except Fish told more or less about themselves. He
was a small man with features of Jewish type, dark eyes,
hair, and skin. He sat wrapped up in a heavy overcoat
with collar turned up, and was silent as the Sphinx.
The next day he began to thaw out. The recounting of
various personal experiences was on the wane when sud-
denly Fish opened up with a line of Rube talk that would
fool almost any one.
'Fellers,' he began, 'I was bawn on a meule fa'm in
Missoury and last fall pa sent me to Chicago with a cyar-
load o' meules t' see if I had any business in me. I sold
them ar meules for a lot of money and lit out for home.
'In the smoking cyar I met a couple of fellers playing
cyards. One of 'em laid three little cyards face daoun with
a pictur on one, and sez he to me and his pard, " I'll bet
neither of yous kin pick out the pictur cyard." I seed the
pictur cyard all right, an' was sure I knowed jest which
one it was. The feller that laid daoun the cyards took out
a big roll of money. I was so dang sure I cud pick up that
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Hoyt, Henry Franklin. A Frontier Doctor, book, 1929; Boston, Massachusetts. (texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth143532/m1/49/: accessed April 23, 2018), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, texashistory.unt.edu; crediting University of Texas Health Science Center Libraries.