Personally, it struck me one might pick flowers for a certain purpose in the bush without being observed. "Mayflowers in June!" scoffed the boy. "Aye, babe! Mayflowers in June! May is June in these here regions," asserted the man. "Ladies-and-gentlemen, too, many's you could pick in the bush!" "Ladies-and-gentlemen! Sounds funny in this desert, don't it?" asked the lad.
"What are ladies-and-gentlemen?" "Don't you know?" continued the gambler, unfolding a curious lore of flowers. "Those little potty, white things, split up the middle with a green head on top grow under ferns. Come on. Cards are ready! Who's going to play?" "Durn it! Them's Dutchman's breeches!" exclaimed the sun-browned trapper. "O Goll!
Then in a rapid, professional monotone: "Ladies-and-gentlemen with your kind permission I will endeavor to give you an imitation of a Carolina coon song" and without more ado, singing the words to a rattling, catchy accompaniment, swung off into "F or MY gal's a high-born leddy, SHE'S brack, but not too shady."