"Playing Solitaire on Damfino's broad back."

[CHAPTER LIII.]
A frightful ghost dance

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BY MAC A'RONY.

"A torch for me, let wantons, light of heart,

Tickle the useless rushes with their heels;

For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase.

I'll be a candle-holder, and look on."

Old Len A——n was a jolly old soul, and a jolly old soul was he; he leaped aboard in the middle of my back, and hollared to me: "Git!—Haw!—Gee!"

We donks had a great time at that little desert metropolis. Len owned the place, that is, until Pod's outfit arrived, then Mac A'Rony owned it. Pardon my seeming vanity. When the nabob of Sinclair rode me to the corral, the crowd cheered me three times three, "Hooray fer Mac A'Rony!"