He found that country, and our ways of life, there, in those early days, different from life in New England or Paris.

But he put on a woollen shirt and strapped a navy revolver to his person, took to the bacon and beans of the country, and determined to do in Nevada as Nevada did.

Oliver accepted the situation so completely that although he must have sorrowed over many of his trials, he never complained--that is, he never complained but once.

He, two others, and myself, started to the new silver mines in the Humboldt mountains--he to be Probate Judge of Humboldt county, and we to mine.

The distance was two hundred miles.