"Quad's odds"; . A RAGGED, forlorn-lookingboy was strolling aroundthe Southern depot inDetroit one day, smok-ing the stub of acigar and keepingan eye out for aneasy job, when a philanthropist, in waiting for a train,handed out ten cents, and remarked: Take it, bub; I feel sorry for you. No yer dont, exclaimed the boy, drawing back. Why, its a free gift—I dont ask anything for it,replied the man. I know you, continued the boy, his eyes twinkling; you want me to promise to grow up and become Presi-dent, and I aint going to tie myself up for any mans tencents! 238 JOHN BLOSS, MINER. REMEM
"Quad's odds"; . A RAGGED, forlorn-lookingboy was strolling aroundthe Southern depot inDetroit one day, smok-ing the stub of acigar and keepingan eye out for aneasy job, when a philanthropist, in waiting for a train,handed out ten cents, and remarked: Take it, bub; I feel sorry for you. No yer dont, exclaimed the boy, drawing back. Why, its a free gift—I dont ask anything for it,replied the man. I know you, continued the boy, his eyes twinkling; you want me to promise to grow up and become Presi-dent, and I aint going to tie myself up for any mans tencents! 238 JOHN BLOSS, MINER. REMEMBER that the news Of his death startled me,though he was such an old drinker that he was neverclear of snakes, and the camp had been expecting his death for a week. Wed been having healthy times for months past, and old Johns death was sufficient excuse for most of the men
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