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"Cler the track, thar.I'm on the waw-path, and the price uv coffins is a-gwyne to raise."He was drunk, and weaving about in his saddle; he was over fifty year old, and had a very red face.Everybody yelled at him and laughed at him and sassed him, and he sassed back, and said he'd attend to them and lay them out in their regular turns, but he couldn't wait now because he'd come to town to kill old Colonel Sherburn, and his motto was, "Meat first, and spoon vittles to top off on."He see me, and rode up and says:

"Whar'd you come f'm, boy? You prepared to die?"Then he rode on.I was scared, but a man says:

"He don't mean nothing; he's always a-carryin' on like that when he's drunk.He's the best naturedest old fool in Arkansaw -- never hurt nobody, drunk nor sober."Boggs rode up before the biggest store in town, and bent his head down so he could see under the curtain of the awning and yells:

"Come out here, Sherburn! Come out and meet the man you've swindled.

You're the houn' I'm after, and I'm a-gwyne to have you, too!"And so he went on, calling Sherburn everything he could lay his tongue to, and the whole street packed with people listening and laughing and going on.By and by a proud-looking man about fifty-five -- and he was a heap the best dressed man in that town, too -- steps out of the store, and the crowd drops back on each side to let him come.He says to Boggs, mighty ca'm and slow -- he says:

"I'm tired of this, but I'll endure it till one o'clock.Till one o'clock, mind -- no longer.If you open your mouth against me only once after that time you can't travel so far but I will find you."Then he turns and goes in.The crowd looked mighty sober; nobody stirred, and there warn't no more laughing.Boggs rode off blackguarding Sherburn as loud as he could yell, all down the street; and pretty soon back he comes and stops before the store, still keeping it up.Some men crowded around him and tried to get him to shut up, but he wouldn't; they told him it would be one o'clock in about fifteen minutes, and so he MUST go home -- he must go right away.But it didn't do no good.He cussed away with all his might, and throwed his hat down in the mud and rode over it, and pretty soon away he went a-raging down the street again, with his gray hair aflying.Everybody that could get a chance at him tried their best to coax him off of his horse so they could lock him up and get him sober;but it warn't no use -- up the street he would tear again, and give Sherburn another cussing.By and by somebody says:

"Go for his daughter! -- quick, go for his daughter; sometimes he'll listen to her.If anybody can persuade him, she can."So somebody started on a run.I walked down street a ways and stopped.

In about five or ten minutes here comes Boggs again, but not on his horse.

He was a-reeling across the street towards me, bareheaded, with a friend on both sides of him a-holt of his arms and hurrying him along.He was quiet, and looked uneasy; and he warn't hanging back any, but was doing some of the hurrying himself.Somebody sings out:

"Boggs!"

I looked over there to see who said it, and it was that Colonel Sherburn.