Letter the Thirteenth
Sociability and Excitements of Mining-life
From our Log Cabin, Indian Bar,
February 27, 1852.
You will find this missive, dear M., a journal, rather than a letter; for the few insignificant events which have taken place since I last wrote to you will require but three lines apiece for their recital. But stop; when I say "insignificant" I forget one all-important misfortune which, for our sins I suppose, has befallen us, in the sudden departure of our sable Paganini.
Yes; Vattal Ned to the valley hath gone,
In a Marysville kitchen you'll find him;