Poker Jim, Gentleman: And Other Tales and Sketches

Excerpt from Poker Jim, Gentleman Long past three score and ten, bent and withered, crippled with the rheumatiz, with pick on shoulder and pan and grub wallet by his side, Dixie was still pursuing the Golden Fleece. On the morrow  Sunday  Tom and Dixie would meet and talk it all over, and tell each other the same old wonderful lies of enormous golden finds, and saltings of the tenderfoot, that they had been exchanging Since '49.