The Nevada journal., 1858-07-02


came here at an early period of our
golden history, and has many wonder
Gus tale to tell of that cventful time.
known in common parlance, as "the fall
of '49 or the spring of so" To be-
lieve Smithers' yarns, one would think
that he was formerly millionaire but
unfortunately, the great confagration of
81 done the business for him complete
ly. We have known Smithers for the
last four years; in fact, he is generally
well known along Montgomery street;
for the lights of his countenance has
been shed on the thoroughfare as regu-
lar as that of the snn-only more so.-
The other day we met Smithers, and he
was in terrible passion.
"What's the matter Smithers 2" said
we.
"Matter enough-matter enough,
should think l am going to leave this
id city"
Leave it2 What for! Where are
you going p
''1'm going to Frazer's River, as soon
as can get a chance"
"Why are you going to Frazer's
River p
"Wel, I'll tell yon. You know I've
lived here long time, and for The last
five years have been faithful to my post
and duty as one of the citizens of this
city. | have always been on hand to
show the sights to strangers-tn take a
drink when asked-or to indulge in an
oyster stew with friend. If anybody
wanted companion to ride with, to
smoke with, or to walk with, 1 was on
hand In short l could always be de-
pended upon. Many and many's the
dollar that Martin and Patten, and the
rest of them fellows have been helped
to through me. D-n! it's too bad?"
"Well, what's all that got do with
your proposed trip to Frazer River!"
"Oh, the ingratitude of men! To
think after all had done for the saloon
keepers l should be treated so g.
Treated howe"
"Why, you see, I felt pretty dry and
rather hungry yesterday, and so I tho't
/ would go in to -, aud get drink
and take lunch. Well, | walked ur
to the bar, and called for cocktail :;
and don't you think the internal bar
keeper wouldn't let me have drop? Just
because my coat was ragged and seedy,
| suppose l told him he might go to
- for / should never patronize him
again. And, by thunder! I'm going to
leave here, and spoil them all I'm
going to a country where my society
can be appreciated-D / can find oneP
A Big Lump-RicA Diggings in Butte.
The Chinese claim in the lower portion
of town, continues immensely rich. On
Sunday, Notwithstanding the Sabbath
law, they panned out Gtieen Of our six
teen Turkeys.
We clip the above from yesterdays S
Butte Record with tear in our eye
When we were at Oroville, some FIVE
weeks ago, and had the honor of dining
with Brother Crossette, in his snug lit
tie cottage, we saw those sixteen tur-
keys, then in the bright infancy of their
existence, now, alas entomned in nasty
Chinese stomachs. There was a ro-
mantle interest in the history and sur
roundings ofthose juvenile turkeys. AT
the early age of three days, they were
orphaned by some scoundrel in human
form, who snatched up their mother, one
night, and, as is supposed, made soup of
her. In their bereavement, their state
ly father, an unromantic but noble-hear-
ted gobbler, took their lost mother s
place and no turkey hen, though in
spired with all of Niobe's maternal de-
votion, could excel his fond and careful
watchfulness for the safety and comfort
of his callow family. The turkey-cock
as general thing, makes but little dis
play of sentiment but this of Brother
Crossette is truly raya ayis in all that
pertains to philoprogenitivenes 1t
makes us melancholy to think how sad
ly the loss of his cherished turklings will
fall upon his generous heart. Why does
not Brother Crossette, instead of venting
his spleen upon the Lecomptonites in
angry editorials, shoot the thieving Chi
namen who ruthlessly steal his poultry,
and, more ruthlessly still, make bloody
sport of the holy ties of family and kin.
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