I'm the very infant that refused his mother's milk before its eyes were open, and called out for a bottle of old rye. I'm half wild horse and half cockeyed alligator and the rest of me is crooked snags and red hot snappin' turtle. I can hit like fourthproof lightnin' and every lick I make in the woods lets in an acre of sunshine. I can outrun, outjump, outshoot, outbrag, outdrink an' outfight, rough-an-tumble, no holts barred ary man on both sides of the river from Pittsburg to New Orlenes and back again to St. Louiee.