"Well, then, here's to _Miggles_--GOD BLESS HER!"

Perhaps He had. Who knows?




TENNESSEE'S PARTNER


I do not think that we ever knew his real name. Our ignorance of it
certainly never gave us any social inconvenience, for at Sandy Bar in
1854 most men were christened anew. Sometimes these appellatives were
derived from some distinctiveness of dress, as in the case of
"Dungaree Jack;" or from some peculiarity of habit, as shown in
"Saleratus Bill," so called from an undue proportion of that chemical
in his daily bread; or from some unlucky slip, as exhibited in "The
Iron Pirate," a mild, inoffensive man, who earned that baleful title
by his unfortunate mispronunciation of the term "iron pyrites."
Perhaps this may have been the beginning of a rude heraldry; but I am
constrained to think that it was because a man's real name in that day
rested solely upon his own unsupported statement. "Call yourself
Clifford, do you?" said Boston, addressing a timid newcomer with
infinite scorn; "hell is full of such Cliffords!" He then introduced
the unfortunate man, whose name happened to be really Clifford, as
"Jaybird Charley,"--an unhallowed inspiration of the moment that clung
to him ever after.

But to return to Tennessee's Partner, whom we never knew by any other
than this relative title. That he had ever existed as a separate and