The rifle rangers : or adventures in South Mexico . -, and intell •-;ence of her sons. Here Old Blowhard winked know-ingly at the company with one eye while he kept the other fixed upon th«South Carolinian. I thought myseli a smart traveller, gentlemen; but compared with mycompanion, I was as • reen as a blade of spring grass. He was naturallysharp, but experience had polished his wits to the keenness of a cambric needleHis name was Cobb—Wiley Cobb. We started from hom^^ on a capital of three hundred dollars. It was allwe could rake together. 15ut we had a couple of stout Georgia ponies; andth
The rifle rangers : or adventures in South Mexico . -, and intell •-;ence of her sons. Here Old Blowhard winked know-ingly at the company with one eye while he kept the other fixed upon th«South Carolinian. I thought myseli a smart traveller, gentlemen; but compared with mycompanion, I was as • reen as a blade of spring grass. He was naturallysharp, but experience had polished his wits to the keenness of a cambric needleHis name was Cobb—Wiley Cobb. We started from hom^^ on a capital of three hundred dollars. It was allwe could rake together. 15ut we had a couple of stout Georgia ponies; andthis, we concluded, would be enough to put us through to \Yashington andback. If were stumped, said Cobb, we can sell the cattle. Unfortunately, before entering the Palmetto State, it was our luck to pn8through the town of Augusta, on the Georgia side, where we halted to had alwa^s been considered a brisk little place. We found it being in a great hurry, we remained over night and the next da^. We. THK UIVLK I lANQEUS. 31 had ftilleii in with some very agreeable acquaintances. We got to ninepenny poker ; then quarter a dollar loc; then brag; and finally, ourAugusta friends introduced us to the interesting game of/aro. We playe<all night, and by daybreak on the morning of the second day, had depositeour three hundred dollars in tho bank where it stayed. Whats to be done V said I. Im thinking, answered Cobb. Sell the ponies and start back V suggested T. No such thing ! sharply responded Cobb. What better can we do V I asked. What have 3^ou got in your saddle-bags V inquired my friend, withoutheeding my last interrogatory. A shirt, a pair of pistols, a plug of tobacco, and a bowie, was ray reply. We must sell the bowie first, said Cobb ; it will pay our tavern bill,and get us out of this infernal hole. And what next ? On to Washington ? I inquired. Of course, said Cobb, we would look wise turning back: we would bethe standing joke of the coun
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