When they saw me, they stopped and went into camp.

They'd travelled a heap of desert, and were getting sick of it.

For a while they tried gold washing, but I had the only pocket--and that was about skinned.

One evening a fellow named Walleye announced that he had been doing some figuring, and wanted to make a speech.

We told him to fire ahead.
"Now look here," said he, "what's the use of going to California?
Why not stay here ?" "What in hell would we do here ?" someone asked.