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Jim had a brother — or a cousin — or a kind of relative; well, he had some relation in the neighborhood, and this relation kept a grocer's store, and once when Jim came in he observed among the miscellaneous goods a pint bottle, and he said to the man: "What is that there for?" "Oh," says the man, "that there is darky's bitters." "How is that?" says Jim. "Do you sell it?" "Yes, we do sell it," says the man. "Well, I don't want none of it," says Jim; "but I'll tell you what: I'll fight you for the bottle. What's the odds?"