How sunburnt with blushes I used to get in gaudy Nevada, every time I thought of my first financial experience in Salt Lake.
It was on this wise (which is a favorite expression of great authors, and a very neat one, too, but I never hear anybody say on this wise when they are talking).

A young half-breed with a complexion like a yellow-jacket asked me if I would have my boots blacked.

It was at the Salt Lake House the morning after we arrived.

I said yes, and he blacked them.

Then I handed him a silver five-cent piece, with the benevolent air of a person who is conferring wealth and blessedness upon poverty and suffering.