It was not only a foreign intruder, but a poor one.

It was not even worth plucking -- except by the smallest of small fry office-seekers and such.

Everybody knew that Congress had appropriated only twenty thousand dollars a year in greenbacks for its support--about money enough to run a quartz mill a month.

And everybody knew, also, that the first year's money was still in Washington, and that the getting hold of it would be a tedious and difficult process.

Carson City was too wary and too wise to open up a credit account with the imported bantling with anything like indecent haste.
There is something solemnly funny about the struggles of a new-born Territorial government to get a start in this world.