A long stupid looking fellow used to frequent a gambling saloon, some time since, and was in the habit of promenading up and down, but never speaking. The boys began to play with him, at last, and in down east drawl he gave them Rolands for their Olivers till they left him alone. At night he spread out his blankets on an empty monte table and lived like a gambler, except that he talked to no
one nor gambled a cent. He became, at length, an acknowledged character, slunk in and out, and the boys tittered as they saw him pass. One day he came in with an important air, and said:
"I have got a toad that'll leap further than any toad you can scare up." They soon surrounded him, and roared and laughed.
"Yes," says he, "I'll bet money on it, Barkeeper, give me a cigar box to hold my toad in."
The fun was great, and the oddity was the talk of all hands. A gambler, in the evening, happened to come across a very big frog, fetched him to the gaming house and offered to jump him against the Yankee's toad.
"Well," says Yank, "I'll bet liquors on it."
A chalk line was made and the toad put down. They struck the boards behind the toad and he leaped six feet, then the frog leaped seven. Yank paid his liquors; but, next morning, he says aloud:
"My toad waren't beat. No man's toad can leap with my toad. I have two ounces and two double eagles, and all of them I bet on my toad." The boys bet with him again, and his toad leaped six feet, but the frog leaped only two feet.
"The best two out of three," said the gamblers.
"Very well," says Yank. But still the frog could not go over two feet. Yank pocketed the bets.
"My frog is darned heavy this morning," says the gambler.
"I reckoned it would be, stranger," says the Yankee, "for I rolled a pound of shot into him last night."
From the Sonora Herald, Sonora, California, June 11, 1853.
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