Weekly Trinity journal., 1869-07-31
Counting a Washoe Girl.

COurt1ng WaSnOe Gill;
have done good deal of courtiug in my time
and have generally found it agreeable business
don't know of anything that feels better than
making love to some lively girl-always pro-
vided you do up things in the proper style. There
is one thing dead certain, though, and that is,
that when man undertakes to be sweet on the
girls over in Washoe, he had better go slow and
be careful what he says. know that to be so
because I once had little adventure in that
section of the country, which am now going to
tell about.
In the course of 1865 was in Washoe. In
the course of my rambies got acquainted with
girl in Virginia City. by the name of Jerusha.
Jerusha was sumner. She stood five feet six
inches In her stockings, weighed hundred and
sixty pounds and was built entirely on the Venus
pattern. She had a handsome face large dark
eyes full of expression and one of the prettiest
mouths that ever saw. Her mouth, like her
eyes, was also full of expression-that is when
it wasn't full Of candy, hash or something OF
that kind
The frs. time ever saw her, she knocked the
props clean from under me. fell in love all
over at once, and made up my mind to sail in
and win. There were several other chaps sail
ing iE about the same time, but soon went
ahead of them and had location made on the
affections of Jerusha, before they knew what
was going on
One evening was standing by Jerusha's side
looking out through an open window at her
fathers garden. Jerusha had tried to raise How-
ers' there, but without any great success, the
old man by way of helping things along had set
out old boots, hats, and chunks of silver ore all
around in spots and they answered all the pur-
poses of flowers in the moonlight.
! had just been telling Jerusha that hankere
after her the worst way. She had admitted that
she also felt hankerings, On the strength of it
1--WE INDUCED in some good, square, old fashioned
'hugging. We commenced easy at first: putting
our arms around one another tenderly, and then
as whispered in her ear that loved her better
than hot buckwheat cakes at any time of the
year, she would tighten up on me till felt as
though | being through clothes
wringer, and somebody was pouring molasses
down the back OF my neck and filling my boots
with maple sugar.
Isupposed we would have looked spoony to
outsiders. It makes me blush all over to think
of it now, but was young then and didn't care.
But the huggng wasn't the best of it. When
/ wanted to kiss her, she would throw her head
back like an old speckled hen drinking water
from O tub, and then would pounce down on
those lips of hers like a big dog beef bone,
and-Oh Jerusalem Happy land of Canaan !
can't bear to think of it Hold on till go
and tie a wet rag around my head
Just as we had finished one of these opera
and we heard noise.
"Mia-ow-ow-ow u
Jerusha stepped back, picked up footstool
from the floor and then said this Washoe girl
There's Jim Jones playing tom-cat again.
Hold still now Pete and see me bust his head for
him.
Some how or othsr felt very tenderhearted
was going to say what did, caught her arm
and said:
"No Jerusha don't hurt the poor thing.
Only suppose now that you were an inoffensve
tom-cat sitting on fen"
Here brought up short, for Jerusha cleared
fifteen feet at single backward jump, and gave
screech like a hundred and fifty panthers.
"Oh you villain, you Father Brother
Tom p
Then she made break for the sewing machine
and made a rush for the door. / have had
considerable experience with the female sex and
when see "A woman's eyes turn green, | believe
in getting out of the way. heard the sewing
machine drop just as cleared the door, and
when reached the front gate l looked back and
counted three chairs, piano stool, seven flower
pots and a small table all in the air at once.
mildly remarked that she - needn't throw things
Mt me in that way and then made good time
down the street. l looked back once and saw
her father coming out at the gate with a navy
revolver, her brother Tom Just behind with a
chunk Of silver ore in each hand and Jerusha
leading out the bulldog.
The last thing heard was her voice screech-
ing, 1" Catch him Tige catch him Tige -
Ever since that time I've kept clear of Washoe
girls. They are too exctable to suit me
Golden Era.
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