"Farewell, my warriors. Make my humble grave low in the valley where the wild columbine and the Rocky Mountain flea can clamber over my last resting place, and carve upon the slab above my head the name of Minneconjo-presipitatenuxqonicatahskunkahcoquipahhahamazanpah kahconkaska. The-cross-eyed-caterpillar-who-walks-on-his-hind-legs-and howls-like-the-pale-face-pappoose-who-adver-tises-to-hold-down-the blonde-bumble-bee."
HOW A MINING STAMPEDE BREAKS OUT.
Dear reader, shall I give you a few symptoms of the mining epidemic in Mountain towns? All right. I will anyhow!
Symptom 1.—A long-haired man is seen pounding up a piece of quartz about the size of a man's hand.
Symptom 2.—Two men meander up to him and ask him where he got it.
Symptom 3.—The long-haired man looks down into the mortar, and lies gently to the inquiring minds who linger near.
Symptom 4.—More men come around. The long-haired man gets a gold-pan and doubles himself up over the ditch and begins to pan.
Symptom 5.—Two hundred more men come out of saloons and other mercantile establishments and join the throng.