Year: 1869




my time and have generally found it agree
able business. | don't know of anything
that feels better than making love to some
lively girl-always provided 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 90
slow and be careful what he says Iknow
that to be SO, because | once had little
adventure in that section of the country,
which ! am now going to tell about.


In the course of 1865 l was in Washoe.
In the course of my rambies | got acauain-
ted with girl in Virginia city, by the
name OF Jerusha. Jerusba was sumner.
She stood five feet six inches in her stock
ings, weighed huadred and sixty pounds
and was built entirely on the Venus pattern.
She had a handsome face; large dark ewes
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
or something of that kind.


The first time | ever saw her, she knock
ed the props clean from under me. / fell
IN love all over at once, and made up nv
mind to sail in and win. There were sew
eral other chaps sailing in 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 wasstanding by Jerusha's
side looking out through an open window
at her fstLer's garden. Jerusha had tried
to raise aowers 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 purposes of fow-
ers in the moonlight.


had just been telling Jerusha that I
hankered after her the worst way. She
had admitted that she also felt hankerinos.
On the strength of it we INDUCED in some
good, square, old fashioned hugging We
commenced easy at first, putting our aims
around one another tenderly, and then as
| whispered in her ear that | loved her
better than hot buckwheat cakes at any
tlme.of the yerr, she would tighten up on
me tiil | felt as though | were being run
through clothes wringer, and somebody
was pouring molasses down the back of nv
neck and filling my boots with maple sugar.


| suppose we would have looked spooney
to outsiders. 1t makes me blush all over
to think OF it now, but | was young then and
didn't care.


But the hugging 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 a tub, and then |
would pounce down on those lips of hers
like BIC deg on beef bone, and-Oh
Jerusalem Happy land Of Canaan |
can bear to think of i'll Hold on till I
90 and tie wet rag around my head


Just as we had finished one of these
operations something black rose up on the
garden wall and we heard noise


Mia-ow-ow- -


Jerusha stepped back, picked up foot
stool from he 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 bow or other felt ver3 tender
hearted about that time, and without dream
ing that | was going to say what | did. I
caught her arm and said


. No Jerushal dor hurt the poor thing.
Only suppose no7 that YOU were an in
offensive tom-cat sitting IA fen"


Here | brought short, for Jerusha
cleared fifteen feet at single backward
jump and gave screcch ike a hundred
aud fifty panthers


8" Oh you villain you Father Brother
Tom p


Then she made break for the sewing
machine aud ] made rush for the door.
have had considerable experience with
the female sex and when see woman's
eyes turn green, believe in getting out of
the way. ] heard the sewing machine
drop just as | cleared the door, and when
l reached the front gate looked back
and counted three chairs, piano stool,
seven flower pots and small table all in
the air at once. ] mildly remarked that
she " needn't throw things at me in that
way, and then made good time down the
street looked back once and saw her
father coming out at the gate with navy
revolver, her brother Tom just behind with
chunk Of silver ore in each hand and
Jerusha leading out the bulldog.


The last thing [ heard was her voice
sereeshing, Catch him Tige. catch him
Tige p


Ever since that time I've kept clear of
Washoe girls. They are too excitabIe to
suit me- Golden Era.
Tur in-nnt1r of