from Some Mysterious Influence
Man is a queer animal. We were all
hungry as wolves for a heap of bad company.
My little critter was full of fire and mettle.
The Colonel, whose name has been given to
a knife, looked upon me as the subject
of a future supper. I felt as though
a dozen swords’d been sheathed in my heavy
heart. I relieved my wearied animal
upon his rough salutation, and was
determined to put my own hand to it,
though I had not beard enough to please him.
If a fellow is born to be hung, he will
vanish, like he had been a cloud, and leave
no mark of the course he has taken.