I got off my horse and went up to him, and patted my old friend.

I was glad to find him so contented and happy, and I doubt not that he too was glad.

I met a man near by and asked him about the ox, and he said that the owner would not sell him nor allow him to be worked, for he knew of the faithful part he performed in the world, and respected him for it.
At Sacramento I deposited my money with Page, Bacon & Co., a branch of the St.Louis firm of the same name, considered the safest bank in the United States.

Their bills were taken in payment of Government land.
Some rascals had some counterfeit bills on their bank, and traded them off for gold with the Missourians who were going home, and the poor fellows found themselves poor on arrival.
Going to my mine, where I left only a cabin or two, I found quite a village with two hotels and a post office.
News soon came that the banks had closed their door, and Page and Bacon also, so I concluded that I was broke.

The "Pikers" said Page and Bacon could not, nor would not fail, but news was against them.