Funny scenes and tall tales from the life infamous betting man Jim Smiley.
(from, uh, old lit text books, recommended by Bethy Howard)
A strange and meandering little story that feels most like snapshot of a funny, quaint, simpler time in American history. The frog part, though interesting, isn’t really integral. It’s just sort of the last thing the narrator hears before he gets bored of the storytellers and ducks away. Most appealing about this story is the peculiar manners of speech and spelling. We should all start behaving in the way Twain has outlined for us. It would be considerable better.
I found the story here.