Dodge City times. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1876-1892, 1877-07-21
The Nevadan In San Francisco.

The Comstockeris abroad. The hon.
est Nevadan, plain, bluff, and profane,
can no more stand low stOck-list at
home than fly can cold weather. So
the Comstocker puts on his diamond
pin, a clean shirt, gets his boots black
ed, and travels hence upon his influence.
Upon his influence he puts up at good
hotel, and upon his influence he raises
every thing but plenty of cash. Only
the influence of an eastern bOok-agent
can equal that of the seasoned Nevadan,
especially when he "comes to the bay"
to see what the deuce California Street
means by not making booming mar
ket. The Comstocker is here in large
numbers, and, from all appearances, he
has no intention of making speedy re-
turn to Virginia City.
"Why, hullo, old mani" he shouts
with that stamp-mill cordially of his as
he grabs your hand on Montgomery
Street. "Well, I'm if l didn't
think you had handed in your checks
long ago Seems to me l read in the
paper that you were planted. Copper
ed the undertaken though, Ell? Got a
big stack o. chips yet, eh, old man?
Haw, haw, haw, haw hi vi! Well am
up Then the deafening Com
stocker rubs his pin with his handker-
chief. Every COmstocker has dia-
mond pin. Only starvation will force
him to part with it.
"How's things in Virginia." you say.
Nobody ever opens conversation with 4
Nevadan any other way.
"Blue, blue" replies the Comstock-
er, turning very grave. Every thing
flat on its back Even the saloons are
closing up
'sPretty hard times, eh?''
lawful, sir, awful. Hardly two
bit house left in town."
"Yes?''
"Yes, sir. Never saw things so tight
before. Bottoms knocked ont of the
town. When the saloons are doing n
poor business, you can Jest bet there
amt much doin' in Virginny.''
"Too bad, l must say!' you drivel,
with a nervous longing to get away from
him.
"Bad, Well, you've called the turn
sure, old man. thought of starting a
saloon myself, but when things Topped
there wasn't no saloon in mine, you can
Jest bet me, didn't have tin
enough to get my drinks, let alone hav-
in whole saloon. When Con. Vir-
ginia tumbled, just saw thirty thousand
big dollars roll out of sight, now you
hear me- HEM This here conblasted
sea air and sand dries feller's throat
awful. Yes, sir; hardly two-bit house
left in town. Even Doc Spaulding went
under. Fact, old man; you'd hardly
believe it, would you? Remember Tom
my Shinbrace? Yes? Well, the last
time see Tommy was corner of c and
Taylor, and Tommy says: 'Jim,' SEE
he, let's go down to Gumbert's and
wet He'd Jest win fifty over at Orn-
dorif's. s. help me if that wasn't the
last cocktail hoisted in Amt smelt
gin since. Oh, you bet, virginny is SUI
ferin' for rise
You see you're in for it, and with sud-
den animation cry
swell, old boy, suppose we go and
take nip for old times sake?"
With capital affectation of consider
ing the suggestion unexpected, the Com
stocker cordially consents, and, before
you can tear yourself free from him and
his pin, he has influenced you out of
half dozen drinks. Every San Fran
ciscan who has ever had the hard luck
to live upon the Comstock puts in good
deal of valuable time praying that
booming market may cause a wave of
large men with red faces and big pins
to flow back to virginia.-San Francis