"'Oggsouash,' says he.

"There was silence for a second.

"'Hog's wash,' says I, musin'. 'Don't seem like I ort to have
forgot that, does it?'

"'No,' says he; 'it don't.'

"There come a kind of awkward silence again, me thanking the Lord
that we was almost there.

"'Injun name,' says the conductor.

"'Sure,' says I; 'of course; certainly; I remember now distinctly.
What saloon do you recommend?'

"'Saloon?' says he, steppin' back.

"'Saloon,' says I, wonderin' where he found the queerness of my
words.

"'Saloon?' says he. 'Why, man, it's a Prohibition, Presbyterian,
Vegetarian Colony. I didn't know what to make of your actions when
you got aboard, but from your face and clothes I supposed you was
one of them ministers coming to scare the kids to death for a
Christmas present. Ain't you one of 'em?'

"'I'm a sort--sort of connection,' says I with my expirin' breath.