Publisher's Synopsis
Jeff Peters has been engaged in as many schemes for making money as there are recipesfor cooking rice in Charleston, S.C.Best of all I like to hear him tell of his earlier days when he sold liniments and coughcures on street corners, living hand to mouth, heart to heart with the people, throwingheads or tails with fortune for his last coin."I struck Fisher Hill, Arkansaw," said he, "in a buckskin suit, moccasins, long hair and athirty-carat diamond ring that I got from an actor in Texarkana. I don't know what he everdid with the pocket knife I swapped him for it."I was Dr. Waugh-hoo, the celebrated Indian medicine man. I carried only one best betjust then, and that was Resurrection Bitters. It was made of life-giving plants and herbsaccidentally discovered by Ta-qua-la, the beautiful wife of the chief of the Choctaw Nation, while gathering truck to garnish a platter of boiled dog for the annual corn dance."Business hadn't been good in the last town, so I only had five dollars. I went to theFisher Hill druggist and he credited me for half a gross of eight-ounce bottles and corks. Ihad the labels and ingredients in my valise, left over from the last town. Life began to lookrosy again after I got in my hotel room with the water running from the tap, and theResurrection Bitters lining up on the table by the dozen.
