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Even
in
the
larger
cities
of
the
Atlantic
states
the
"
club
"
is
by
no
means
a
necessity
.
The
moderate
charges
of
the
hotels
,
along
with
their
excellent
cuisine
and
elegant
accommodations
,
circumscribe
the
prosperity
of
this
institution
;
which
in
America
is
,
and
ever
must
be
,
an
unhealthy
exotic
.
The
remark
is
still
more
true
of
the
Southern
and
South-western
cities
;
where
the
"
saloon
"
and
"
bar-room
"
are
the
chief
places
of
resort
and
rendezvous
.
The
company
,
too
,
is
there
of
a
more
miscellaneous
character
.
The
proud
planter
does
not
disdain
--
for
he
does
not
dare
--
to
drink
in
the
same
room
with
the
"
poor
white
trash
;
"
often
as
proud
as
himself
.
There
is
no
peasant
in
that
part
of
the
world
--
least
of
all
in
the
state
called
Texas
;
and
in
the
saloon
of
"
Rough
and
Ready
"
might
often
be
seen
assembled
representatives
of
every
class
and
calling
to
be
met
with
among
the
settlements
.
Perhaps
not
upon
any
occasion
since
"
Old
Duffer
"
had
hung
out
the
sign
of
his
tavern
,
was
he
favoured
with
a
larger
company
,
or
served
more
customers
across
his
counter
,
than
upon
that
night
,
after
the
return
of
the
horse-hunting
party
to
Fort
Inge
.
With
the
exception
of
the
ladies
,
almost
every
one
who
had
taken
part
in
the
expedition
seemed
to
think
that
a
half-hour
spent
at
the
"
Rough
and
Ready
"
was
necessary
as
a
"
nightcap
"
before
retiring
to
rest
;
and
as
the
Dutch
clock
,
quaintly
ticking
among
the
coloured
decanters
,
indicated
the
hour
of
eleven
,
one
after
another
--
officers
of
the
Fort
--
planters
living
near
along
the
river
--
Sutlers
--
commissariat
contractors
--
"
sportsmen
"
--
and
others
who
might
be
called
nondescripts
--
came
dropping
in
;
each
as
he
entered
marching
straight
up
to
the
counter
,
calling
for
his
favourite
drink
,
and
then
falling
back
to
converse
with
some
group
already
occupying
the
floor
.
One
of
these
groups
was
conspicuous
.
It
consisted
of
some
eight
or
ten
individuals
,
half
of
them
in
uniform
.
Among
the
latter
were
the
three
officers
already
introduced
;
the
captain
of
infantry
,
and
the
two
lieutenants
--
Hancock
of
the
dragoons
,
and
Crossman
of
the
mounted
rifles
.
Along
with
these
was
an
officer
older
than
any
of
them
,
also
higher
in
authority
,
as
could
be
told
by
the
embroidery
on
his
shoulder-strap
,
that
proclaimed
him
of
the
rank
of
major
.
As
he
was
the
only
"
field
officer
"
at
Fort
Inge
,
it
is
unnecessary
to
say
he
was
the
commandant
of
the
cantonment
.
These
gentlemen
were
conversing
as
freely
as
if
all
were
subalterns
of
equal
rank
--
the
subject
of
the
discourse
being
the
incidents
of
the
day
.
"
Now
tell
us
,
major
!
"
said
Hancock
:
"
you
must
know
.
Where
did
the
girl
gallop
to
?
"
