Say there! P’r’aps Some on you chaps Might know Jim Wild? Well,—no offense: Thar ain’t no sense In gittin’ riled! Jim was my chum Up on the Bar: That’s why I come Down from up yar, Lookin’ for Jim. Thank ye, sir! _You_ Ain’t of that crew,— Blest if you are! Money? Not much: That ain’t my kind; I ain’t no such. Rum? I don’t mind, Seein’ it’s you. Well, this yer Jim,— Did you know him? Jes’ ’bout your size; Same kind of eyes;— Well, that is strange: Why, it’s two year Since he came here, Sick, for a change. Well, here’s to us: Eh? The h—— you say! Dead? That little cuss? What makes you star’, You over thar? Can’t a man drop ’s glass in yer shop But you must r’ar? It wouldn’t take D——d much to break You and your bar. Dead! Poor—little—Jim! Why, thar was me, Jones, and Bob Lee, Harry and Ben,— No-account men: Then to take _him_! Well, thar—Good-by. No more, sir—I— Eh? What’s that you say? Why, dern it!—sho!— No? Yes! By Joe! Sold! Sold! Why, you limb, You ornery, Derned, old, Long-legged Jim. PLAIN LANGUAGE FROM TRUTHFUL JAMES (_Table Mountain, 1870_) Which I wish to remark, And my language is plain, That for ways that are dark And for tricks that are vain, The heathen Chinee is peculiar, Which the same I would rise to explain.