Queer Luck: Poker Stories from the New York SunCurtis, David A.
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Queer Luck: Poker Stories from the New York Sun
Curtis, David A.
Poker -- Fiction; Poker players -- Fiction; Short stories, American
“In the first place, he seems to have nothing to say about the
navigation of his boat. The pilot attends to that, apparently, all the
time. Then the Captain has little to say to the crew. The mate bosses
the deckhands and the roustabouts, and the engineer has control of his
own department. I suppose the Captain gives them both orders, though
I never saw or heard him do it. I have heard him order the waiters
about in the dining-room, but it seems ridiculous to class that among
his duties. Altogether, to one who doesn’t understand the matter, the
Captain’s office seems suited to comic opera rather than to navigation,
and, as I intimated, I enjoy comic opera too much to want to understand
this.
“There is one thing about the position, however, which is no joke. The
Captain has arbitrary police power over everybody on board his boat,
unless, indeed, the pilot is exempt. I don’t know about that. So well
is this fact understood that I never saw this authority disputed but
once, and on that occasion it was not well for the man who did the
disputing.
“Captain Foss of the river packet Lone Star, plying between St. Louis
and New Orleans some twenty years ago, was one of the finest men I
ever chanced to know on the river. That he was a Southerner no one
could doubt who saw him and heard him talk, but I never knew what State
he came from. He was a man of middle stature and remarkable physical
development, strong as a horse and active as a cat. I think he had been
in the army, for he had a military bearing, but his title of Captain
came, of course, from his position. He was somewhat of a dandy, and
dressed in what was old style even then, but the exquisite neatness
and fine material of his clothing made him conspicuous even among the
wealthy and well-dressed passengers who patronized his boat from choice
whenever they traveled the river.
“Suave, polished, and extremely quiet in his manners on ordinary
occasion, he could blaze out in the most fiery bursts of temper when he
had provocation. I never saw him in a temper but twice, and curiously
enough the trouble grew out of a game of poker each time.
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