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"As I says, merely to show the malignant spell this yere Slim Jim
casts over a bronco, we-alls throws him onto this Remorse pony one
mornin'.
"'Which if you can't get along with that cayouse,' remarks Jack
Moore at the time, 'I reckons it's foreordained you-all has to go
afoot.'
"An' that's how it turns out. No sooner is Slim Jim in the saddle
than that Remorse pony arches his back like a hoop, sticks his nose
between his knees, an' gives way to sech a fit of real old worm-
fence buckin' as lands Slim Jim on his sombrero, an' makes expert
ponies simply stand an' admire.
"That's the last round-up Slim Jim attempts; workin' cattle he says
himse'f is too deep a game for him, an' he never does try no more.
So he hangs about Wolfville an' Red Dog alternate, turnin' little
jim-crow tricks for the express company, or he'pin' over to the
stage company's corrals, an' sorter manages to live.
"Now an' then some party who's busy drinkin', an' tharfore hasn't
time for faro, an' yet is desirous the same be played, stakes Slim
Jim ag'inst the game; an' it happens at times he makes a small pick-
up that a-way. But his means of livelihood is shorely what you-alls
would call precar'ous.
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