There was a feller here once by the name of Jim Smiley, in the winter of '49 or may be it was the spring of '50 I don't recollect exactly. He was the curiosest man about always betting on any thing that turned up you ever see, if he could get any body to bet on the other side; and if he couldn't, he'd change sides.
Jump, Dan'l Webster, jump!
What might it be that you've got in the box?
Just a frog.
Jump Dan'l! What happened?
Oh! hang Smiley and his afflicted cow!
Well, thish-yer Smiley had a yeller one-eyed cow that didn't have no tail, only jest a short stump like a bannanner, and...