Families fetched their
dinners with them from the
country, and eat them in
the wagons. There was considerable whisky drinking
going on, and I seen three fights. By and by somebody
sings out:
"Here comes old Boggs! - in from the country for
his little old monthly drunk; here he comes, boys!"
All the loafers looked glad; I reckoned they was
used to having fun out of Boggs.