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Chuck-a-luck is one of the fairest of gambling games, when fairly played, which it rarely or never is by a professional gambler. A tolerably quick, expert man finds little difficulty in palming the dice before a crowd of careless soldiers so as to transfer the majority of their bets to his pocket.
Those who had put their money on any of the three numbers which had turned up, would be paid, while those who bet on the other three would lose. Chuck-a-luck was strictly prohibited in camp, but it was next to impossible to keep the men from playing it. They followed the army incessantly for this purpose, and in the aggregate carried off immense sums of the soldiers' pay.
There was chuck-a-luck and a crap game going, and going every minute, too, with Cousin Egbert trying to start three-card monte at another table only they all seemed wise to that. Even the little innocent children give him the laugh. I went over to the roulette table and lost a few dollars, not being able to stick long, because other women would keep goring me with their elbows.
Rude chuck-a-luck boards were constructed out of such material as was attainable, and put in operation. Dice and cards were brought out by those skilled in such matters. As those of us already in the Stockade occupied all the ground, there was no disposition on the part of many to surrender a portion of their space without exacting a pecuniary compensation.
Their accounts were written amid dead and suffering men, but when published they bore little evidence of their hasty preparation. I once wrote a portion of a letter at the end of a medium-sized table. At the other end of the table a party of gamblers, with twenty or thirty spectators, were indulging in "Chuck-a-Luck."
The prairie chickens have a peculiar call. First the hens cry, in a high, treble, "Chuck-luck, chuck-a-luck!" and the male replies, in a deep, full sound, "Bomb-bombo-boo!" In that part of the country there was a rather eccentric character named Charlie Clark. He had been creased on the head by a bullet sometime, somehow, and he was not exactly all there.
Rude chuck-a-luck boards were constructed out of such material as was attainable, and put in operation. Dice and cards were brought out by those skilled in such matters. As those of us already in the Stockade occupied all the ground, there was no disposition on the part of many to surrender a portion of their space without exacting a pecuniary compensation.
And none of your men got up on Lookout Mountain any quicker'n we did. Paper collars and red stars showed you the way right along." "My pardner's only envious because he hain't no paper collars nor fine clothes," said Si, conciliatorily. "I've often told him that if he'd leave chuck-a-luck alone and save his money he'd be able to dress better'n Gen. Grant." "Gen.
Both John Brogan and Neice have been dead many years, and, I trust, are happy in the spirit land perhaps playing chuck-a-luck, marked cards, and concave reflectors with St. Peter and the Apostles. We were playing monte in the barber shop on board a steamer on one occasion, when a big black fellow, who had been watching the game through the window, asked me if I would bet with a black man.
Cherokee strikes a three-foot vein up in the Mariposas that assays a trip to Europe to the ton, and he closes it out to a syndicate outfit for a hundred thousand hasty dollars in cash. Then he buys himself a baby sealskin overcoat and a red sleigh, and what do you think he takes it in his head to do next?" "Chuck-a-luck," said Texas, whose ideas of recreation were the gamester's.
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