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would-be client, without charge, some general advice 
about going on board of his boat, shoving off for New 
Orleans, and, abandoning the suit altogether. 
The flatboatman stared with profound astonishment, 
and asked the lawyer “ If he was a sure enough Squire.” 
Receiving an affirmative reply, he pressed every ar- 
gument he could use, to have him undertake his case and 
get him ‘‘jestess;” but when he found that his efforts 
were unavailing, he quietly seated himself for the first 
time, put his hat aside-—crossed his legs,—then looking 
up to the ceiling with the expression of great patience, 
he requested the “Squire, to read to him the Louisiana 
laws on cock-fighting.”’ 
The lawyer said that he did not know of a single 
statute in the State upon the subject. The boatman 
started up as if he had been shot, exclaiming— 
‘‘No laws in the State on cock-fighting? No, no, 
Squire, you can’t possum me; give us the law.” 
The refusal again followed ; the astonishment of the 
boatman increased, and throwing himself in a comico- 
heroic attitude, he waved his long fingers around the 
sides of the room and asked, 
“ What all them thar books were about ?”’ 
“ All about the law.” 
“Well then, Squire, am I to understand that not 
one of them thar books contain a single law on cock- 
fighting EMG 
“ You are.” 
