Bring Me His Ears

This is a story book. The tall, lanky Missourian leaning against the corner of a ramshackle saloon on Locust Street, St. Louis, Missouri—the St. Louis of the early forties—turned his whiskey-marked face toward his companion, a short and slender Mexican trader, sullenly listening to the latter's torrent of words, which was accompanied by many and excitable gesticulations. The Missourian shook his head in reply to the accusations of his companion. But he was on thee boat weeth us! exclaimed the other. 'An' you lose heem—lak theese!' the sharp snap of his fingers denoted magic.