Oaths and vulgar language were the favorite style of speech, and very many of the people had all the whiskey down them that they could conveniently carry.
We got through the town safely and at the river we found a steamboat bound for San Francisco and the fare was two ounces.

The runners were calling loudly for passengers, and we were told we could never make the trip any cheaper for they had received a telegram from below saying that no boat would come up again for two days.

I said to him "I can't see your telegram.

Where is it ?" At this he turned and left us.

He had thought, no doubt, that miners were green enough to believe anything.