An' so I passes it up.
"'You sees,' says Boggs, 'thar's no good tryin' to hold out kyards
on your Redeemer. If your heart ain't right it's no use to set into
the game. No cold deck goes. He sees plumb through every kyard you
holds, an' nothin' but a straight deal does with Him. Nacherally,
then, I thinks--bein' as how you can't bluff your way into heaven,
an' recallin' the bad language I uses workin' them cattle--I won't
even try. An' that's why, when resolvin' one winter to get religion
mebby next June, I persists in my sinful life.
"'It's over to Taos I acquires this religious idee. I'm come new to
the camp from some'ers down 'round Seven Rivers in the Pecos
country, an' I don't know a gent. Which I'm by nacher gregar'ous; so
not knowin' folks that a-way weighs on me; an' the first night I'm
thar, I hastens to remedy this yere evil. I'm the possessor of
wealth to a limit,--for I shore despises bein' broke complete, an'
generally keeps as good as a blue stack in my war-bags,--an' I goes
projectin' 'round from dance-hall to baile, an' deciminates my
dinero an' draws to me nose-paint an' friends. As thar ain't but
three gin-mills, incloosive of the hurdy-gurdy, I'm goin' curvin' in
them grand rounds which I institoots, on a sort of triangle.
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