"Quad's odds"; . men can look back and call up just such recollections oflong ago, and yet we cannot smile over them—there aretoo many graves between us and childhood. HE SAID CUSS/. ANY people noticed him as he saton the curb-stone at the corner,head in his hands. He wore acoat of wolf-skins, a bearskincap, buckskin breeches, and hisgrizzly hair hung down on hisshoulders in a tangled had drifted east from the wild frontier, and he hadfallen sick. No one knew for a long time what ailed him,as he would not reply to questions, but finally, when apoliceman shook his arm and repeated the i
"Quad's odds"; . men can look back and call up just such recollections oflong ago, and yet we cannot smile over them—there aretoo many graves between us and childhood. HE SAID CUSS/. ANY people noticed him as he saton the curb-stone at the corner,head in his hands. He wore acoat of wolf-skins, a bearskincap, buckskin breeches, and hisgrizzly hair hung down on hisshoulders in a tangled had drifted east from the wild frontier, and he hadfallen sick. No one knew for a long time what ailed him,as he would not reply to questions, but finally, when apoliceman shook his arm and repeated the inquiry, the manslowly lifted his head and replied:Im played! His face was pale and haggard, and it was plain that hewas going to have an attack of fever. He was sent to thehospital for treatment, he making no inquiries and answer-ing no questions. He had his personal effects in a sort ofsack. There was a breech-loading rifle, a hatchet, a knifeand several other articles, and when he had been laid on abed in one of the wards he insisted that the sack be placedunder his head. They offered him medicine, but he turnedaway his face, and no argument could induce him to swal-low any
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