“Well, Smiley kep’ the beast in a little lattice box, and he used to fetch him down-town sometimes and lay for a bet.  One day a feller —­a stranger in the camp, he was—­come acrost him with his box, and says: 

“‘What might it be that you’ve got in the box?’

“And Smiley says, sorter indifferent-like, ’It might be a parrot, or it might be a canary, maybe, but it ain’t—­it’s only just a frog.’

“And the feller took it, and looked at it careful, and turned it round this way and that, and says, ’H’m—­so ’tis.  Well, what’s he good for.

“‘Well,’ Smiley says, easy and careless, ’he’s good enough for one thing, I should judge—­he can outjump any frog in Calaveras County.

“The feller took the box again, and took another long, particular look, and give it back to Smiley, and says, very deliberate, ‘Well,’ he says, ’I don’t see no pints about that frog that’s any better’n any other frog.’

“‘Maybe you don’t,’ Smiley says.  ’Maybe you understand frogs and maybe you don’t understand ’em; maybe you’ve had experience, and maybe you ain’t only a amature, as it were.  Anyways, I’ve got my opinion, and I’ll resk forty dollars the he can outjump any frog in Calaveras County.’

“And the feller studied a minute, and then says, kinder sad-like, ’Well, I’m only a, stranger here, and I ain’t got no frog; but if I had a frog, I’d bet you.

“And then Smiley says, ’That’s all right—­that’s all right if you’ll hold my box a minute, I’ll go and get you a frog.’  Any so the feller took the box, and put up his forty dollars along with Smiley’s, and set down to wait.

“So he set there a good while thinking and thinking to himself and then he got the frog out and prized his mouth open and took a teaspoon and filled him full of quail-shot-filled him pretty near up to his chin—­and set him on the floor.  Smiley he went to the swamp and slopped around in the mud for a long time, and finally he ketched a frog, and fetched him in, and give him to this feller and says: 

“’Now, if you’re ready, set him alongside of Dan’l, with his fore paws just even with Dan’l’s, and I’ll give the word.’  Then he says, ‘One-two-three—­git’ and him and the feller touches up the frogs from behind, and the new frog hopped off lively but Dan’l give a heave, and hysted up his shoulders—–­so-like a Frenchman, but it warn’t no use—­he couldn’t budge; he was planted as solid as a church, and he couldn’t no more stir than if he was anchored out.  Smiley was a good deal surprised, and he was disgusted too, but he didn’t have no idea what the matter was of course.

“The Teller took the money and started away; and when he was going out at the door, he sorter jerked his thumb over his shoulder—­so—­at Dan’l, and says again, very deliberate, ‘Well,’ he says, ’I don’t see no pints about that frog that’s any better’n any other frog.’