New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1860-01-12

The Sacramento tCaI.) Standard gives the fol-,
lowing as recent adventure of an old Sacramento,
teamster known as Billy Millken Billy tells his
story as follows: n :
About ten days ago, said he, our teams left Pfa-
cersiie for Genoa we got along folerabIy well TIM
near the summit ridge, between the two places
when our teams broke down the teamsters left me
ia charge OF the broken teams and goods while
they went back to Pacerrille for fresh teams on
the evening Of their departure kindled fire to
cook my supper, and was down ON my knees mixing
fapjaeks, with she frying pan heating on the fire,
when happened to look up, and there stood eight
big lnluns-lean, hungry, lantern,iawed devils as
ever You saw-each with his bow drawn to the
arrows head, and pointing towards me- not ten
feet of. looked at them a moment when one of
them spoke up in tolerably good English and said
with grin: One white naia--heap Injun Shoot
'ent-ugh." don't think I am coward, bus
always like fair show. The odds were too heavy
against me in this case. aud unfortunately my re-
volyer was covered up in one of the wagons SO
began to parey with the red skins. IA told them
TINT had g hi-yu muck. aHIlck hi-yu sarYalee 7,
bueno chemuek, '" plenty meat / Z, tried every
sort OF gibbersh, and finally made them understand
that had abundance OF provisions and would cook
them big supper. They reasoned among them
selves moment, and their love for the ]esh-pots
of Egypt prevailed. They agreed and for the first
time in my life played cook to lot of dirty red,
skinned Indians. 1t went rather tough assure
YOU; but fried some bacon and baked some heavy
bread, and set the ugly fends down TO eat. They
pitched in as if they had never eaten square meal
before. As soon as they had got earnestly to work
with one hand in the frying pan and the other full
OF bread, ! slipped round to my wagon and took
out three revoyers, one OF which stuck in my
belt in 'front.' and cooking the others took one in
each hand, and stepping quietly up to thexgroup,
said; :" One white man eight Injuns git, y6n a Id
amuck and jumped to their feet ike deer, and
were OIL on keen lope before you could say
8 Jack Robinson and after them. popping away
barrel after barrel as ran shot wild and missed
the villains, but it did me heap of good to turn
the tables on them, assure vou
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WANTED-A Printer Wanted-a printeru
says contemporary Wanted-a mechanical curl
osty with brain and fingers thing TINT will set
| SO many ems day; machine that #ill think and
| act, but still a machine; being who undertakes
| the most systematic and monotoneus drudgery-
yet one the ingenuity of man has never supphnted
mechanically; that's printer.
printer; yet, for all his dissipated and reckless
habits a worker-at all times and hours, by day
| and night: setting up in close and unwholesome
Offices, when gay crowds are hurrying to the the
! aters; later still when street jewellers are gone
and the city sleeps in the fresh air of the morn
ing, IN the broad snd gushing sunlight. some print
ing machine is at its case with its ETERNAL nnvary
| ing click! click! VEAL E7g
| Click! click! the polished tubes fall into the
/ stick; the mute integers Of expression are mar
| shalied into line, and march forth as immortal
print. Click! and the latest intelligence becomes
old the thought principle, the simple idea liy-
| ing sentiment. Click! click! from grave to gay,
item after item-a robbery, murder q bit of scan
i dal, graceful and glowing thought are in tnrn
clothed by the mute and inpassiye fingers of the
machine. and set ndrift in the sea of thought. He
must not think of the future nor recall the past he
must not think of home, of kindred, OF wife, or Of
babe. His work lies before him. and thought is
i chained to his copy.
4 You know him by his works, who read the pa
perss and are quick at typographical errors; whose
Il eye may rest on this mute evidence of ceaseless
toll; correspondents, editors and authors, who