There wasn't no wild cat or coyote could catch one of my Honk-honks, no, sir! We made a little on our placer--just enough to keep interested.

Then the supervisors decided to fix our road, and what's more, THEY DONE IT! That's the only part in this yarn that's hard to believe, but, boys, you'll have to take it on faith.

They ploughed her, and crowned her, and scraped her, and rolled her, and when they moved on we had the fanciest highway in the State of Californy.
That noon--the day they called her a job--Tusky and I sat smokin' our pipes as per usual, when way over the foothills we seen a cloud of dust and faint to our ears was bore a whizzin' sound.

The chickens was gathered under the cottonwood for the heat of the day, but they didn't pay no attention.

Then faint, but clear, we heard another of them brass horns: "Honk! honk!" says it, and every one of them chickens woke up, and stood at attention.
"Honk! honk!" it hollered clearer and nearer.
Then over the hill come an automobeel, blowin' vigorous at every jump.
"My God!" I yells to Tusky, kickin' over my chair, as I springs to my feet.